As a soldier and a doctor, I know that a man who is
very badly hurt in battle often feels no pain. If he
lives, he remembers nothing about what has
happened to him. After that terrible night in
Whitechapel, I was like that man. The next day, I
woke up and found myself lying in a park. My watch
and my money had gone, and I was cold and dirty. I
knew that I had spent many hours drinking, but I did
not know where I had been, or what had happened
to me.