“That’s right.”
“Now, you’ve seen the remains in the undertaking parlors?”
“I have.”
“Do you know that man?”
“Yes,” Dr. Wallace said slowly. “I do. That man is an individual whom I treated for shock, for minor abrasions, bruises, and for traumatic amnesia on the thirteenth of this month.”
“Where, Doctor?”
“At the Good Samaritan Hospital. He had, I understand, been the victim of an automobile accident. He regained consciousness as he was being brought into the hospital. I found that his physical injuries were relatively superficial, treated them, and, in the course of my conversation, discovered that the man was suffering from traumatic amnesia. He—”
“Just what do you mean by traumatic amnesia, Doctor?”
“A loss of memory superinduced by external violence. He didn’t know who he was, nor where he lived.”
“So what did you do, Doctor?”