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