The fees for Lev's care are billed to Mrs. Henslowe.

...wow.

That makes his job... so much easier. On the Aarons front, anyway, presumably Mrs. Henslowe has actual opinions about what happens to her son if she stops paying for his hospitalization, but still.

A particularly nasty piece of water damage near the ceiling catches Mordred's eye.

A portion of the damaged wall splits into a mouth — a human-sized mouth with jaundiced lips and brown, broken teeth — and forms inaudible words.

Hm. Mordred doesn't like that. He does not like that at all.

That seems like an excellent cue to leave, in fact, since he has the records he came in for.

Dr. Keaton enters. "Dr. Brown! How lovely to see you."

Ah, fuck.

"How lovely to see you!" Mordred agrees. Fuck.

"I'm so pleased to hear of your interest in my work!" Dr. Keaton says. 

He very clearly has no idea who Dr. Brown is but does not want to admit his ignorance.

You and me both, pal.
 
Fortunately this means he might be relieved to not have to fake it. "I was just leaving, I won't take up more of your valuable time."

"Oh, of course," Dr. Keaton says. "Perhaps we can get lunch tomorrow and talk about our cases?"

"I wish I could," which is a lie, "but I'm leaving town tonight," which is not one.

"Oh, but dinner," Dr. Keaton says. "You know, it is difficult to find out information about a patient simply from the records, without the doctor's clinical judgment. Who are you interested in?"

fuckkkkkk. "Henslowe and Aarons. Fascinating case. My bus leaves early enough as to preclude dinner but I would be grateful for the opportunity to correspond by mail?"

"That would be excellent," Dr. Keaton says. "I would love to stay and chat now, of course, but... patients. Keeping me busy."

"Of course." How about he just leaves now.

Mordred leaves the hospital without further incident.

HELL yes. Success is his.

He will find out that Doctor Jamison Brown doesn't exist when he tries to send him mail but that is - okay it is definitely Mordred's problem but it's a problem Future Mordred can solve.

Fuck Doctor Keaton. 'Glimpse of Madness' is a sensationalist ethnography about an asylum in California. Mordred hates it and especially hates how often his articles about asylums were compared to it and has a perhaps unreasonable dislike of anyone who wants to deliberately write something inspired by it. 

Mordred calls Mrs. Henslowe.

Mrs. Henslowe is OUTRAGED that her money is being to confine "that nice young man Mr. Aarons" and she plans to go down to Joy Grove Sanitarium and "give that Dr. Keaton a piece of my mind."

That is so incredibly profoundly valid of her. 

That night, the investigators meet up at the Silver Sable and Mordred gives a summary of his actions which gives the impression that significantly fewer crimes were committed than actually were. 

"So - I know that probably no one wants to stay here another night, but I talked to Mrs. Henslowe, she doesn't want to keep paying for Aarons's stay in a hospital, and I think we should wait a few days for Aarons to actually be released so we can collect him and not have to either leave him with the Henslowes or double back here."

"That sounds reasonable. - Possibly we should stay somewhere else, since they followed us to the flophouse?"

"Oh, having him around in LA could be useful, if he'd be interested in coming with us once he's released."

"I'd like to get a chance to talk to him when he's on fewer medications and not in the presence of a doctor, at least?"

"Am I the only one who doesn't want to stick around in a town where you just got attacked by thugs?"

"You aren't, I just also don't want to leave Aarons here with nowhere to go except the asylum he just got out of."

"I don't particularly want to stay around. I don't suppose we could come back and collect Lev once he's been released?"

"How many days do we expect it to take her to get him out?"