The Lock and Key Library: The Most Interesting Stories of All Nations: Real Life
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The Lock and Key Library: The Most Interesting Stories of All Nations: Real Life
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction; Parapsychology
Holding the envelope toward the window, he called to my notice the
fact that my paper was within, and that I could see it plainly. I
could see the shadow of the two papers, which appeared as one, and
thus his statement seemed correct. Of course he did not show me
the rear side OR FACE of the envelope, with my paper protruding,
which was immediately behind the duplicate, so that the shadow of
it was also the shadow of the duplicate.
This shadow also hid from my view the shadow of the slit. The
envelope was sealed fairly.
Now with his right hand he moved a small vessel on the table toward
himself. Then taking the envelope in his right hand, slit side
downward, he held it close to this vessel; at the same time with
his left hand he took a match from his pocket and proceeded to burn
the envelope. This move concealed the trick; and it was very
deceiving and cleverly done. As he took the envelope from his left
hand with his right hand, he, with his left fingers touching the
protruding portion of my slip, caused it to remain in his left hand
and to be drawn entirely out of the slit. His eyes followed the
envelope as his right hand took it; which naturally caused my eyes
to follow it, as his attention seemed centered on the envelope and
it appeared to occupy the stage of action. This move was executed
in a moment, not requiring any time worth mentioning, although it
takes so long to describe it on paper intelligibly. Now while his
eyes (and of course mine) followed the envelope, without pause his
left hand went into his left pocket in a natural manner to get the
match. He, of course, left my slip in his pocket with his surplus
matches; and when he retired for the drink of water, he read my
question.
As to the slate trick, all was fair until he picked up the top
slate, wrote an automatic message, apparently read it aloud to me,
and then upon my informing him that the message did not answer my
question, he seemed dissatisfied, apparently erased the message,
and replaced the large slate on top of the stack of slates. What
he really did was to pick up the large top slate, bottom side
toward himself, and at the same time to carry with it a small slate
pressed tightly against its under side. He held the large slate
with its under side tilted from me, so I could not see this small
slate. There being so many small slates in the stack, the
temporary absence of one from the stack attracted no notice.
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