mysterious and terrible pressure."

"I am innocent!" repeated the young man. "But to prove it?"

"It shall be proved."

"The money?"

"It shall be found."

"Through whom?"

"Yourself. A simple lapse of memory is the undoubted explanation. The
gap must be bridged, that is all. Will you put yourself in my hands?"

"Unreservedly."

"Good! I desire then that you should return to your home and wait there
until you hear from me. The address--thank you. You had better leave
the club at once; this atmosphere is not the most wholesome for a man
in your position."

Mr. Sydenham proved most amenable to all of Indiman's suggestions, and
we did not lose sight of him until he was finally on his way uptown in
a Columbus Avenue car.

"A good subject," remarked Indiman, "and it should be comparatively
easy to get at the submerged consciousness in his case. A simple
reconstruction of the scene should be sufficient."

"You don't think the money was stolen, then?"

"Not at all. It will be found in some safe place, its disposal being an
act of Sydenham's subliminal personality, of which his normal
consciousness knows nothing."

"But why--"

"The man was NOT himself that ninth day of January. He had received a
tremendous impression in the receipt of that message from Miss
Sandford. He was an accepted lover, and the consciousness, for the time
being, swept him off his feet. He was doing his work mechanically, and
it did not matter so long as it was only routine. Then came the
emergency, and, objectively, he was unable to cope with it. The
subjective personality took command and did the right thing, for
Sydenham is an honest man. What action the subliminal self actually
took is known only to itself, and no effort of Sydenham's normal memory
will suffice to recall it. But there are other means of getting at the
truth. The most practical is to reproduce the situation as exactly as
possible. Given the same first causes and we get the identical results.
First, now to see Mr. Sandford, with whom luckily I have some
acquaintance."

It was like the playing of a game, the scene in Sandford & Sand's
office that following afternoon. The staff of clerks had been sent home
as soon as possible after three o'clock, all save the young man who
acted as bank messenger. The calendar on the wall had been set back to
January 9th, and the HERALD of that date lay half-opened on Sydenham's
old desk. It will be remembered that Sydenham had been