"I am quite certain," Trant answered, firmly, "that if a plot exists, you have some connection with it. Whether your connection is innocent or guilty I can determine at once by a short test, if you will submit to it."
Gordon's eyes met those of the acting-president in startled terror, but he gathered himself together and arose.
"Mr. Howell knows," he said, hollowly, "how mad an accusation you are making. But I will submit to your test, of course."
Trant took up a blank sheet of paper from the desk and drew on it two rows of geometric figures in rapid succession, like these:
He handed the sheet to the cashier, who stared at it in wondering astonishment.
"Look at these carefully, Mr. Gordon," Trant took out his watch, "and study them till I tell you to stop. Stop now!" he commanded, "and draw upon the pad on your desk as many of the figures as you can."
The cashier and the acting-president stared into Trant's face with increasing amazement; then the cashier asked to see Trant's sheets again and drew from memory, after a few seconds, two figures, thus:
