A WITHDRAWAL
When Lagune came to the question of his real identity he blew out his cheeks in the most astonishing way but made no other sign.
"Dear, dear!" he said at last. "My bankers!"
He looked at Lewisham with the exaggerated mildness of his spectacled eye. "What do you think it means?" he asked. "Has he gone mad? We have been conducting some experiments involving—considerable mental strain. He and I and a lady. Hypnotic———"
"I should look at my cheque-book if I were you."
Lagune produced some keys and got out his cheque-book. He turned over the counterfoils. "There's nothing wrong here," he said, and handed the book to Lewisham.
"Um," said Lewisham. "I suppose this— I say, is this right?"
He handed back the book to Lagune, open at the blank counterfoil of a cheque that had been removed. Lagune stared and passed his hand over his forehead in a confused way. "I can't see this," he said.
Lewisham had never heard of post-hypnotic suggestion and he stood incredulous. "You can't see that?" he said. "What nonsense!"
"I can't see it," repeated Lagune.
For some seconds Lewisham could not get away from stupid repetitions of his inquiry. Then he hit upon a collateral proof. "But look here! Can you see this counterfoil?"
"Plainly," said Lagune.
"Can you read the number?"
501
