"You will see, Dr. Reinstrom." I interposed in a low tone, "that
we follow in the main your Freiburg treatment. We use scopolamin
and narkophin."

I held up the bottle, as I said it, a rather peculiar shaped
bottle, too.

"And the pain?" he asked.

"Practically the same as in your experience abroad. We do not
render the patient unconscious, but prevent her from remembering
anything that goes on."

Dr. Holmes, the attending physician, was just starting the
treatment. Filling his hypodermic, he selected a spot on the
patient's arm, where it had been scrubbed and sterilized, and
injected the narcotic.

"How simply you do it all, here!" exclaimed Reinstrom in surprise
and undisguised admiration. "You Americans are wonderful!"

"Come--see a patient who is just recovering," I added, much
flattered by the praise, which, from a German physician, meant
much.

Reinstrom followed me out of the door and we entered a private
room of the hospital where another woman patient lay in bed
carefully watched by a nurse.

"How do you do?" I nodded to the nurse in a modulated tone.