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Should Quote At Least The Important Parts Of The Article In The
Morning Star Which Had Occasioned The Discussion. The Article Had
Been Headed, "When Personalities Are Lost," And With The Gilbert
Case As A Text Many Instances Had Been Cited Which Had Later Been
Solved By The Return Of The Memory Of The Sufferer. In Part The
Article Had Said:
Mysterious Disappearances, Such As That Of Georgette Gilbert, Have
Alarmed The Public And Baffled The Police Before This,
Disappearances That In Their Suddenness, Apparent Lack Of Purpose,
And Inexplicability, Have Had Much In Common With The Case Of Miss
Gilbert.
Leaving Out Of Account The Class Of Disappearances Such As
Embezzlers, Blackmailers, And Other Criminals, There Is Still A
Large Number Of Recorded Cases Where The Subjects Have Dropped Out
Of Sight Without Apparent Cause Or Reason And Have Left Behind
Them Untarnished Reputations. Of These A Small Percentage Are
Found To Have Met With Violence; Others Have Been Victims Of A
Suicidal Mania; And Sooner Or Later A Clue Has Come To Light, For
The Dead Are Often Easier To Find Than The Living. Of The
Remaining Small Proportion There Are On Record A Number Of
Carefully Authenticated Cases Where The Subjects Have Been The
Victims Of A Sudden And Complete Loss Of Memory.
This Dislocation Of Memory Is A Variety Of Aphasia Known As
Amnesia, And When The Memory Is Recurrently Lost And Restored It
Is An "Alternating Personality." The Psychical Researchers And
Psychologists Have Reported Many Cases Of Alternating Personality.
Studious Efforts Are Being Made To Understand And To Explain The
Strange Type Of Mental Phenomena Exhibited In These Cases, But No
One Has As Yet Given A Final, Clear, And Comprehensive Explanation
Of Them. Such Cases Are By No Means Always Connected With
Disappearances, But The Variety Known As The Ambulatory Type,
Where The Patient Suddenly Loses All Knowledge Of His Own Identity
And Of His Past And Takes Himself Off, Leaving No Trace Or Clue,
Is The Variety Which The Present Case Calls To Popular Attention.
Then Followed A List Of A Dozen Or So Interesting Cases Of Persons
Who Had Vanished Completely And Had, Some Several Days And Some
Even Years Later, Suddenly "Awakened" To Their First Personality,
Returned, And Taken Up The Thread Of That Personality Where It Had
Been Broken.
To Kennedy's Inquiry I Was About To Reply That I Recalled The
Conversation Distinctly, When Mr. Gilbert Shot An Inquiring Glance
From Beneath His Bushy Eyebrows, Quickly Shifting From My Face To
Kennedy's, And Asked, "And What Was Your Conclusion--What Do You
Think Of The Case? Is It Aphasia Or Amnesia, Or Whatever The
Doctors Call It, And Do You Think She Is Wandering About Somewhere
Unable To Recover Her Real Personality?"
Part 3 Chapter 7 (The White Slave) Pg 73
"I Should Like To Have All The Facts At First Hand Before
Venturing An Opinion," Craig Replied With Precisely That Shade Of
Hesitancy That Might Reassure The Anxious Father And Mother,
Without Raising A False Hope.
Mr. And Mrs. Gilbert Exchanged Glances, The Purport Of Which Was
That She Desired Him To Tell The Story.
"It Was Day Before Yesterday," Began Mr. Gilbert, Gently Touching
His Wife's Trembling Hand That Sought His Arm As He Began
Rehearsing The Tragedy That Had Cast Its Shadow Across Their
Lives, "Thursday, That Georgette--Er--Since We Have Heard Of
Georgette." His Voice Faltered A Bit, But He Proceeded: "As You
Know, She Was Last Seen Walking On Fifth Avenue. The Police Have
Traced Her Since She Left Home That Morning. It Is Known That She
Went First To The Public Library, Then That She Stopped At A
Department Store On The Avenue, Where She Made A Small Purchase
Which She Had Charged To Our Family Account, And Finally That She
Went To A Large Book-Store. Then--That Is The Last."
Mrs. Gilbert Sighed, And Buried Her Face In A Lace Handkerchief As
Her Shoulders Shook Convulsively.
"Yes, I Have Read That," Repeated Kennedy Gently, Though With
Manifest Eagerness To Get Down To Facts That Might Prove More
Illuminating. "I Think I Need Hardly Impress Upon You The
Advantage Of Complete Frankness, The Fact That Anything You May
Tell Me Is Of A Much More Confidential Nature Than If It Were Told
To The Police. Er--R, Had Miss Gilbert Any--Love Affair, Any
Trouble Of Such A Nature That It Might Have Preyed On Her Mind?"
Kennedy's Tactful Manner Seemed To Reassure Both The Father And
The Mother, Who Exchanged Another Glance.
"Although We Have Said No To The Reporters," Mrs. Gilbert Replied
Bravely In Answer To The Nod Of Approval From Her Husband, And
Much As If She Herself Were Making A Confession For Them Both, "I
Fear That Georgette Had Had A Love Affair. No Doubt You Have Heard
Hints Of Dudley Lawton's Name In Connection With The Case? I Can't
Imagine How They Could Have Leaked Out, For I Should Have Said
That That Old Affair Had Long Since Been Forgotten Even By The
Society Gossips. The Fact Is That Shortly After Georgette 'Came
Out,' Dudley Lawton, Who Is Quite On The Road To Becoming One Of
The Rather Notorious Members Of The Younger Set, Began To Pay Her
Marked Attentions. He Is A Fascinating, Romantic Sort Of Fellow,
One That, I Imagine, Possesses Much Attraction For A Girl Who Has
Been Brought Up As Simply As Georgette Was, And Who Has Absorbed A
Surreptitious Diet Of Modern Literature Such As We Now Know
Georgette Did. I Suppose You Have Seen Portraits Of Georgette In
The Newspapers And Know What A Dreamy And Artistic Nature Her Face
Indicates?"
Kennedy Nodded. It Is, Of Course, One Of The Cardinal Tenets Of
Journalism That All Women Are Beautiful, But Even The Coarse
Screen Of The Ordinary Newspaper Half-Tone Had Not Been Able To
Conceal The Rather Exceptional Beauty Of Miss Georgette Gilbert.
If It Had, All The Shortcomings Of The Newspaper Photographic Art
Would Have Been Quickly Glossed Over By The Almost Ardent
Descriptions By Those Ladies Of The Press Who Come Along About The
Second Day After An Event Of This Kind With Signed Articles
Analysing The Character And Motives, The Life And Gowns Of The
Latest Actors In The Front-Page Stories.
"Naturally Both My Husband And Myself Opposed His Attentions From
The First. It Was A Hard Struggle, For Georgette, Of Course,
Assumed The Much-Injured Air Of Some Of The Heroines Of Her
Favourite Novels. But I, At Least, Believed That We Had Won And
That Georgette Finally Was Brought To Respect And, I Hoped,
Understand Our Wishes In The Matter. I Believe So Yet. Mr. Gilbert
In A Roundabout Way Came To An Understanding With Old Mr. Dudley
Part 3 Chapter 7 (The White Slave) Pg 74Lawton, Who Possesses A Great Influence Over His Son, And--Well,
Dudley Lawton Seemed To Have Passed Out Of Georgette's Life. I
Believed So Then, At Least, And I See No Reason For Not Believing
So Yet. I Feel That You Ought To Know This, But Really I Don't
Think It Is Right To Say That Georgette Had A Love Affair. I
Should Rather Say That She Had Had A Love Affair, But That It Had
Been Forgotten, Perhaps A Year Ago."
Mrs. Gilbert Paused Again, And It Was Evident That Though She Was
Concealing Nothing She Was Measuring Her Words Carefully In Order
Not To Give A False Impression.
"What Does Dudley Lawton Say About The Newspapers Bringing His
Name Into The Case?" Asked Kennedy, Addressing Mr. Gilbert.
"Nothing," Replied He. "He Denies That He Has Even Spoken To Her
For Nearly A Year. Apparently He Has No Interest In The Case. And
Yet I Cannot Quite Believe That Lawton Is As Uninterested As He
Seems. I Know That He Has Often Spoken About Her To Members Of The
Cosmos Club Where He Lives, And That He Reads Practically
Everything That The Newspapers Print About The Case."
"But You Have No Reason To Think That There Has Ever Been Any
Secret Communication Between Them? Miss Georgette Left No Letters
Or Anything That Would Indicate That Her Former Infatuation
Survived?"
"None Whatever," Repeated Mr. Gilbert Emphatically. "We Have Gone
Over Her Personal Effects Very Carefully, And I Can't Say They
Furnish A Clue. In Fact, There Were Very Few Letters. She Rarely
Kept A Letter. Whether It Was Merely From Habit Or For Some
Purpose, I Can't Say."
"Besides Her Liking For Dudley Lawton And Her Rather Romantic
Nature, There Are No Other Things In Her Life That Would Cause A
Desire For Freedom?" Asked Kennedy, Much As A Doctor Might Test
The Nerves Of A Patient. "She Had No Hobbies?"
"Beyond The Reading Of Some Books Which Her Mother And I Did Not
Altogether Approve Of, I Should Say No--No Hobbies."
"So Far, I Suppose, It Is True That Neither You Nor The Police
Have Received Even A Hint As To Where She Went After Leaving The
Book-Store?"
"Not A Hint. She Dropped Out As Completely As If The Earth Had
Swallowed Her."
"Mrs. Gilbert," Said Kennedy, As Our Visitors Rose To Go, "You May
Rest Assured That If It Is Humanly Possible To Find Your Daughter
I Shall Leave No Stone Unturned Until I Have Probed To The Bottom
Of This Mystery. I Have Seldom Had A Case That Hung On More
Slender Threads, Yet If I Can Weave Other Threads To Support It I
Feel That We Shall Soon Find That The Mystery Is Not So Baffling
As The Missing Persons Squad Has Found It So Far."
Scarcely Had The Gilberts Left When Kennedy Put On His Hat,
Remarking: "We'll At Least Get Our Walk, If Not The Show. Let's
Stroll Around To The Cosmos Club. Perhaps We May Catch Lawton In."
Luckily We Chanced To Find Him There In The Reading-Room. Lawton
Was, As Mrs. Gilbert Had Said, A Type That Is Common Enough In New
York And Is Very Fascinating To Many Girls. In Fact, He Was One Of
Those Fellows Whose Sins Are Readily Forgiven Because They Are
Always Interesting. Not A Few Men Secretly Admire Though Publicly
Execrate The Lawton Type.
I Say We Chanced To Find Him In. That Was About All We Found. Our
Interview Was Most Unsatisfactory. For My Part, I Could Not
Determine Whether He Was Merely Anxious To Avoid Any Notoriety In
Connection With The Case Or Whether He Was Concealing Something
Part 3 Chapter 7 (The White Slave) Pg 75That Might Compromise Himself.
"Really, Gentlemen," He Drawled, Puffing Languidly On A Cigarette
And Turning Slowly Toward The Window To Watch The Passing Throng
Under The Lights Of The Avenue, "Really I Don't See How I
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