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I think there is a room here where we shall be quite undisturbed.’

      He led the way, and the others followed him. They sat down, and the doctor looked inquiringly at Sir James.

      ‘Dr Hall, I am very anxious to find a certain young lady for the purpose of obtaining a statement from her. I have reason to believe that she has been at one time or another in your establishment at Bournemouth. I hope I am transgressing no professional etiquette in questioning you on the subject?’

      ‘I suppose it is a matter of testimony?’

      Sir James hesitated a moment, then he replied:

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘I shall be pleased to give you any information in my power. What is the young lady’s name? Mr Hersheimmer asked me, I remember –’ He half turned to Julius.

      ‘The name,’ said Sir James bluntly, ‘is really immaterial. She would be almost certainly sent to you under an assumed one. But I should like to know if you are acquainted with a Mrs Vandemeyer?’

      ‘Mrs Vandemeyer, of 20 South Audley Mansions? I know her slightly.’

      ‘You are not aware of what has happened?’

      ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘You do not know that Mrs Vandemeyer is dead?’

      ‘Dear, dear, I had no idea of it! When did it happen?’

      ‘She took an overdose of chloral last night.’

      ‘Purposely?’

      ‘Accidentally, it is believed. I should not like to say myself. Anyway, she was found dead this morning.’

      ‘Very sad. A singularly handsome woman. I presume she was a friend of yours, since you are acquainted with all these details.’

      ‘I am acquainted with the details because – well, it was I who found her dead.’

      ‘Indeed,’ said the doctor, starting.

      ‘Yes,’ said Sir James, and stroked his chin reflectively.

      ‘This is very sad news, but you will excuse me if I say that I do not see how it bears on the subject of your inquiry?’

      ‘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 everyone 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, everyone 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 the liner –’

      ‘A