if I'd been observed. Standing, I searched the room for a hidden camera. None was visible.

'Dr. Delaware,' he said, and pumped my hand. He wore a long white coat over a white shirt, a black tie, tweed trousers, and black suede oxfords. His jumpy brown eyes

shone brightly in his thin, wolfish face as they examined me, head to toe.

'Good morning, Dr. Mainwaring,'

He looked at the chart in my hand.

'I trust you were able to decipher my penmanship.'

'No problem,' I said, giving him the folder. 'It was very educational.'

'Good. One does try to be thorough.'

'I'd appreciate a photocopy for my files.'

'Certainly. I'll have it mailed to you.' He backed toward the door, opened it, and held it ajar. 'Thoroughness notwithstanding, I assume you have questions.'

'A few.'

'Fine. Let's go to my office.'

A short walk led us to the door with his name on it. The room was a monument to disorder, piled high with papers and books, and haphazardly furnished. He removed a stack of journals from a straight-backed chair, dropped them on the floor, and offered me the seat. Manoeuvering his way behind a simple wooden desk, he sat down, leaned forward, and reached for a circular pipe rack partially obscured by stacks of billing forms. Pulling a leather pouch from a coat pocket, he selected a bulldog briar, filled it, and went through a ritual of lighting, tamping, and relighting. Within moments the room was fogged with bitter smoke.

'So,' he said, talking around the pipestem, 'I suppose we'll be coordinating our reports.'

I hadn't thought in terms of collaboration and avoided a direct answer by saying that it was a complex case and that I was far from being able to report anything.

'I see. Have you worked with many schizophrenics, Doctor?'

'It's not my specialty.'

He sucked on the pipe and blew out an acrid plume. After following the smoke as it rose toward the ceiling, he lowered his eyes, then turned up his lips until they formed a wide slash of a smile. 'Well, then,' he said, 'what is it that you'd like to know?'

'It's clear from the chart that Jamey was incoherent during most of his hospitalisation. But you did record a few lucid periods during which he could carry on a conversation. I'd be interested in knowing what kinds of things he talked about.'

'Um-hmm. Anything else?'

'You recorded both auditory and visual hallucinations. Do you think that's significant? And during the hallucinatory periods how did he describe what he was hearing and seeing?'

He laced his fingers contemplatively. His fingernails were long, almost womanish, and coated with a clear polish.

'So,' he said, 'basically what you're interested in is content. May I ask why?'

'It might reveal something about what was going on in his mind.'

It was the answer he'd expected, and the lipless smile reappeared.

'It's clear,' he said, 'that we're operating from very different theoretical backgrounds. Since we'll be working together, it's best that I lay my cards on the table. You're suggesting a classical psychodynamic approach: People's problems are caused by unconscious conflicts. Interpret the content of their ramblings in order to bring the unconscious to consciousness, and everything works itself out.' Puff, puff. 'Which is all very fine, I suppose, in cases of minor adjustment disorders. But not at all relevant to schizophrenia. The psychoses, Dr. Delaware, are essentially physiologic phenomena - chemical imbalances within the brain. What the patient has to say while in the throes of that imbalance has very little, if any, clinical significance.'

'I'm not suggesting we psychoanalyse every nuance,' 1 said, 'and I respect the data on the biology of schizophrenia. But despite the fact that they sink into patterns, psychotics are as individual as anyone else. They have feelings. And conflicts. It can't hurt to learn as much as we can about Jamey as an individual.'

'A holistic approach?' 'Just a thorough one.'

'Very well,' he said somewhat testily, 'let's get on with it. What was it that you wanted to know? Ah, yes, visual and auditory hallucinations, do I think that's unusual? Statistically, yes. Clinically, no. An atypical pattern has been the hallmark of this case from the beginning. Are you suggesting hallucinogenic abuse?'

'It's the obvious differential.'

'Of course it is, but it's been ruled out. I admit that when he was brought in, my first impression was that of a PCP user. The uncle and aunt were unaware of drug use, but that didn't impress me; one could hardly expect the boy to have told them about that kind of thing. However, the tests were clearly negative.'

The pipe had gone out. He used the miniature spoon on his pipe tool to scoop out the top layer of ashes, tamped, and relit.

'No,' he said, 'I'm afraid this isn't a case of drug abuse. The diagnosis of schizophrenia is firm. While visual hallucinations are unusual in psychosis, they're not unheard of, especially in combination with auditory disturbances. Which leads me to an important point. The boy was typically incoherent and difficult to understand. He appeared to be hearing and seeing things, but I couldn't state with certainty that such was the case. All of it may very well have been auditory.'

'What did he appear to be seeing and hearing?'

'Back to content, eh?' He removed the pipe from his mouth and played with it long enough for me to wonder if he was stalling. Finally he frowned and spoke. 'To be frank, I don't recall precisely what he said.'

'Souza told me he appeared quite sharp in the beginning, claiming the commitment was a mistake and being pretty convincing about it.'

'Yes, of course,' he said hastily. 'At first there was the usual paranoid ideation: Someone was out to kill him; he was no crazier than anyone else. Then it deteriorated to wild accusations and vague mutterings about poisons and

wounds - the earth bleeding, that kind of rubbish. Considering the diagnosis, nothing extraordinary. And not at all relevant to treatment.'

'And the visual problems?'

'The visual part of it had to do with colour. He seemed to be seeing bright colours, with special emphasis on red.' He smiled faintly. 'I suppose one could interpret that as sanguinary imagery - that his perceptual field was awash with blood. In light of what's evolved, that would hardly be surprising.'

'The lucid periods,' I repeated. 'What did he talk about?'

He shook his head.

'Excepting the period immediately following hospitalisation, lucid is an exaggeration. Minimally responsive would be more accurate. If I used the term conversation, it was in a very limited sense. The vast majority of the time he was unreachable - autistically withdrawn. When the medication took hold, he was able to answer simple yes or no questions. But he was never able to chat.'

I thought back to Jamey's crisis call. He'd taken the initiative to reach me and, once we'd connected, had been able to report his location. While most of his speech had been jumbled, he'd maintained coherence for several isolated sentences. Far from normality but a lot more than answering yes or no. I raised the issue with Mainwaring, but he remained unmoved.

'During the last remission he began to grow more verbal. It renewed my hope that the latest medication would be the right one.'

'Are you treating him with it now?

He scowled.

'In a manner of speaking. There's no one at the jail qualified to monitor his response, so 1 have to be extremely conservative about dosage. It's not treatment in the true sense, merely patchwork, and the pattern of uneven response has reappeared.'

'That could explain what I saw when I visited him. The first time he was barely awake and showing signs of tardive dyskinesia. The second time he seemed a bit more alert and less neurologically impaired.'

The psychiatrist cleared his throat.

'I'd like to suggest,' he said mildly, 'that you steer clear of terms like alertness and relative lucidity and that

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