The Saint Paul globe., 1904-10-23

of that message from Miss Sanford.
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, OBJ
jectively, he was unable to cope with
it. The subjective personality took
command and did the right thing, for
Sydenllam is. an honest man. What
action the subliminaI self actually took
is known only to itself, and no effort
I of Sydenhan's normal memory will
suffice. to recall it. But there are 9TH
er means of getting at the truth. The
most practical is to reproduce the Sit
uatfon as exactly as possible. Given
the same first causes and we get the
Identical results. First, now to see Mr..
Sanford, with whom luckily 1 have
some acquaintance
1t was like the playing of game,
the scene in Sanford & Sands office
that following afternoon. The staff OF
clerks had been sent home as soon as
possible after 8 o'clock, all save the
young man who acted as bank messen-
ger. The calendar on the wall had
been set back to Jan. 9, and the Herald
of that date lay half opened on Syden-
hams old desk. 1t will be remembered
that Sydenham had been detained on
some Of Mr.. Sandford's private busi-
ness, and it was perfectly feasible to
reconstruct It's details Mr.. Sandford
had been coached in his part by Indi-
man, and the precautions for the ex-
pertinent being finally perfected, Sy-
denham was called in. He appeared,
dressed in the same clothes that he had
worn the month before, looking a little
pale, indeed, but resolute and collected.
"Mr. Sydenham,'' said Indiman, keep
h 10
face, you will observe that this is
Jan. 8, 1903. Kindly seat yourself at
your desk, and remain there as passive
as possible Wait until we withdraw"
Through the half opened door of Mr..
Sandfords private office we could see
distinctly all that passed. Sydenham
sat motionless at his desk; Alden, the
bank messenger, was within call in the
outer office. The hands of the clock,
which had. been set back, pointed to
minutes Of 8.
A telegraph delivery boy entered and
handed Sydenham a yellow envelope.
He signed for it and the boy withdrew.
He opened it, and instead OF g. written
message drew out fresh sprig of
heliotrope. Metionless and scarcely
breathing, he sat and gazed at it as
though he could never fill his eyes with
the sight.
Now" said Indiman. pushing Mr..
Sanford into the room where the
young cashier sat.
The conversation was brief one,
relating to the papers that Mr.. Sand
ford carried in his hand.
Leave them on your way up town
in my box at the safe deposit COM
pany" concluded Mr.. Sanford. Then
he took his hat and went out.
Sydenham swung back to his desk;
the Herald lying there was IN his way.
and he tossed 1t onto the floor Under
meath lay package of bills of large
denominations.
The cashier acted quickly. "Alden!"
he called, and the messenger came
running in.
Il overlooked this package" said
Sydenham; cit contains $4,000. Do
you think you can get to the bank with
it? You have minute and a half.
The messenger seized the package
and dashed away. Sydenham looked
again at the sprig of heliotrope; he
pressed it passionately to his lips.
Then carefully placing it in his pocket
book he began an examination of the
papers left by Mr.. Sanford. The clock
struck 8.
The clerk Alden re-entered. ''They
wouldn't take IT, he said, and handed
the package of bills to Sydenham.
"Oh, very WELL" said the cashier, alb
sently, 'Tll take care Of it. That's all,
Alden; you can CO."
For an hour or more Sydenham
worked steadily. Then, gathering the
papers together. he rose, took off his
office coat, and began making prepara-
tions to depart. Once he came into
Mr.. Sandford's private office, where we
were sitting, but apparently he did not
notice our presence. Indiman grlpped
my hand hard "Going splendfdly,' he
whispered.
The cashier put on his hat and top
coat The legal papers were carefully
slowed in an inside pocket. and he was
about to close down his roll-top desk
when the package of bank bills met his
eye He frowned perplexedly; then
picking up the bundle he dropped 1t
into the same pocket with the papers
belonging to Mr.. Sanford. He went
out, closing the door behind him.