nswer truthfully the questions he needed to ask. So
he decided to experiment in another direction. "This--this other you,"
he went on, "this Hugh Gordon, came to see me once and----"

"Don't call him my other self!" Felix cried out angrily, jumping to
his feet and scowling. "He is a thief, a murderer! He has stolen my
good name, my money, my body, he is trying to kill me! I know he came
here and tried to poison your feeling against me--and I think he must
have succeeded, too. He has tried to set my own mother and sister
against me in that same way. He goes snooping out to their home and
makes them believe all sorts of tales about me. He's even been
whispering his lies into the ear of my secretary, until she's going to
leave me."

In his rage, which grew with each fresh accusation that he brought
against his enemy, Brand was rushing about with uneven steps and now
and then smiting a table or a chair with his fist. "He is determined
to pull me down and cover me with disgrace and then annihilate me for
his own benefit. Damn him, I won't have him spoken of as my other
self!"

"Try to be calm, Felix," urged the doctor quietly. "You only make your
task the harder every time you give up to such outbursts of rage." He
was looking at the other's trembling hands and working face and
thinking that here was at least a beginning of what he wished to know.

"Has this abnormal condition affected you in the exercise of your
special gift?" he asked. Brand's face brightened and his manner
quieted at once.

"Ah! That's something he's not been able to filch from me, the damned
thief!" he exclaimed exultantly as he seated himself again. "I've
kept all the talent I ever had in that line, and it has developed and
increased wonderfully--I don't mean to boast, Dr. Annister, but I know
what I'm talking about--since this has been going on. If you saw the
pictures that were published and the things all the critics said of me
a few weeks ago you would know that is true. I'm astonished myself
lately at the ease, the rapidity and the success with which I work.
But it's all he has not stolen," Brand continued more gloomily. "He
has taken all my business sense. I used to have a good deal of it. I
could make money and I would soon have been a rich man. Now I'm
getting poorer every day, and he's getting rich."

"Yes, I see." The physician was nodding and softly beating his fingers
together. "I get an idea of how the cleavage has been. Your nature