Henry Johnson

FOR THE WHITECHAPEL MURDERS.
A Lunatic Confined in a Police Station in New York.

At 11 o'clock last night a man stepped up to Policeman Ripper, of the Nineteenth Precinct, at Broadway and Thirtieth street, New York, and said to the policeman:
"Where am I?"
The policeman told him and the man appeared stupified with astonishment and refused to believe he was not in London. The policeman took him to the station. He still refused to believe he was in America. He told the following story:
"The last time I remember being awake I was in Cheapside, London. I must have been insane. If I'm in America now I was certainly at least in a trance, for I have no recollection of crossing the ocean. I came to my senses a few moments before I accosted the policeman. The first thing I heard was the remark, "There goes the Whitechapel murderer."
The man seemed perfectly rational while making this statement. He gave the name of Henry Johnson, and said he had lived in West London. He was respectably dressed, wore a full black beard, and there was no sign of drink on him. He was assigned to a cell, where after the door was locked he became violent, and was taken to Bellevue hospital, the purpose being to arraign him this morning if he is recovered sufficiently.

Source: The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, Sunday Morning, November 18, 1888