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I've been up and down the steps of the club a thousand times, but if you asked me to tell you at this moment how many steps there are I couldn't do it.

Could you?"

"I certainly couldn't," said Bill.

"But if you really wanted to know," said Antony casually, with a sudden change of voice, "I could find out for you without even bothering to ring up the hall-porter."

Bill was puzzled as to why they were talking about the club steps, but he felt it his duty to say that he did want to know how many they were.

"Right," said Antony. "I'll find out."

He closed his eyes.

"I'm walking up St.

James' Street," he said slowly.

"Now I've come to the club and I'm going past the smoking-room-windows-one-two-three-four.

Now I'm at the steps.

I turn in and begin going up them.

One-two-three-four-five-six, then a broad step; six-seven-eight-nine, another broad step; nine-ten-eleven.

Eleven-I'm inside.

Good morning, Rogers.

Fine day again." With a little start he opened his eyes and came back again to his present surroundings.

He turned to Bill with a smile.

"Eleven," he said.

"Count them the next time you're there.

Eleven and now I hope I shall forget it again."

Bill was distinctly interested.

"That's rather hot," he said. "Expound."

"Well, I can't explain it, whether it's something in the actual eye, or something in the brain, or what, but I have got rather an uncanny habit of recording things unconsciously.

You know that game where you look at a tray full of small objects for three minutes, and then turn away and try to make a list of them.

It means a devil of a lot of concentration for the ordinary person, if he wants to get his list complete, but in some odd way I manage to do it without concentration at all.

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