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      “It bears on it in this way, is it not a fact that Mrs. Vandemeyer committed a young relative of hers to your charge?”

      Julius leaned forward eagerly.

      “That is the case,” said the doctor quietly.

      “Under the name of——?”

      “Janet Vandemeyer. I understood her to be a niece of Mrs. Vandemeyer’s.”

      “And she came to you?”

      “As far as I can remember in June or July of 1915.”

      “Was she a mental case?”

      “She is perfectly sane, if that is what you mean. I understood from Mrs. Vandemeyer that the girl had been with her on the Lusitania when that ill-fated ship was sunk, and had suffered a severe shock in consequence.”

      “We’re on the right track, I think?” Sir James looked round.

      “As I said before, I’m a mutt!” returned Julius.

      The doctor looked at them all curiously.

      “You spoke of wanting a statement from her,” he said. “Supposing she is not able to give one?”

      “What? You have just said that she is perfectly sane.”

      “So she is. Nevertheless, if you want a statement from her concerning any events prior to May 7, 1915, she will not be able to give it to you.”

      They looked at the little man, stupefied. He nodded cheerfully.

      “It’s a pity,” he said. “A great pity, especially as I gather, Sir James, that the matter is important. But there it is, she can tell you nothing.”

      “But why, man? Darn it all, why?”

      The little man shifted his benevolent glance to the excited young American.

      “Because Janet Vandemeyer is suffering from a complete loss of memory.”

      “WHAT?”

      “Quite so. An interesting case, a very interesting case. Not so uncommon, really, as you would think. There are several very well known parallels. It’s the first case of the kind that I’ve had under my own personal observation, and I must admit that I’ve found it of absorbing interest.” There was something rather ghoulish in the little man’s satisfaction.

      “And she remembers nothing,” said Sir James slowly.

      “Nothing prior to May 7, 1915. After that date her memory is as good as yours or mine.”

      “Then the first thing she remembers?”

      “Is landing with the survivors. Everything before that is a blank. She did not know her own name, or where she had come from, or where she was. She couldn’t even speak her own tongue.”

      “But surely all this is most unusual?” put in Julius.

      “No, my dear sir. Quite normal under the circumstances. Severe shock to the nervous system. Loss of memory proceeds nearly always on the same lines. I suggested a specialist, of course. There’s a very good man in Paris—makes a study of these cases—but Mrs. Vandemeyer opposed the idea of publicity that might result from such a course.”

      “I can imagine she would,” said Sir James grimly.

      “I fell in with her views. There is a certain notoriety given to these cases. And the girl was very young—nineteen, I believe. It seemed a pity that her infirmity should be talked about—might damage her prospects. Besides, there is no special treatment to pursue in such cases. It is really a matter of waiting.”

      “Waiting?”

      “Yes, sooner or later, the memory will return—as suddenly as it went. But in all probability the girl will have entirely forgotten the intervening period, and will take up life where she left off—at the sinking of the Lusitania.”

      “And when do you expect this to happen?”

      The doctor shrugged his shoulders.

      “Ah, that I cannot say. Sometimes it is a matter of months, sometimes it has been known to be as long as twenty years! Sometimes another shock does the trick. One restores what the other took away.”

      “Another shock, eh?” said Julius thoughtfully.

      “Exactly. There was a case in Colorado——” The little man’s voice trailed on, voluble, mildly enthusiastic.

      Julius did not seem to be listening. He had relapsed into his own thoughts and was frowning. Suddenly he came out of his brown study, and hit the table such a resounding bang with his fist that every one jumped, the doctor most of all.

      “I’ve got it! I guess, doc, I’d like your medical opinion on the plan I’m about to outline. Say Jane was to cross the herring pond again, and the same thing was to happen. The submarine, the sinking ship, every one to take to the boats—and so on. Wouldn’t that do the trick? Wouldn’t it give a mighty big bump to her subconscious self, or whatever the jargon is, and start it functioning again right away?”

      “A very interesting speculation, Mr. Hersheimmer. In my own opinion, it would be successful. It is unfortunate that there is no chance of the conditions repeating themselves as you suggest.”

      “Not by nature, perhaps, doc. But I’m talking about art.”

      “Art?”

      “Why, yes. What’s the difficulty? Hire a liner——”

      “A liner!” murmured Dr. Hall faintly.

      “Hire some passengers, hire a submarine—that’s the only difficulty, I guess. Governments are apt to be a bit hidebound over their engines of war. They won’t sell to the firstcomer. Still, I guess that can be got over. Ever heard of the word ‘graft,’ sir? Well, graft gets there every time! I reckon that we shan’t really need to fire a torpedo. If every one hustles round and screams loud enough that the ship is sinking, it ought to be enough for an innocent young girl like Jane. By the time she’s got a life-belt on her, and is being hustled into a boat, with a well-drilled lot of artistes doing the hysterical stunt on deck, why—she ought to be right back where she was in May, 1915. How’s that for the bare outline?”

      Dr. Hall looked at Julius. Everything that he was for the moment incapable of saying was eloquent in that look.

      “No,” said Julius, in answer to it, “I’m not crazy. The thing’s perfectly possible. It’s done every day in the States for the movies. Haven’t you seen trains in collision on the screen? What’s the difference between buying up a train and buying up a liner? Get the properties and you can go right ahead!”

      Dr. Hall found his voice.

      “But the expense, my dear sir.” His voice rose. “The expense! It will be COLOSSAL!”

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