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fwas over at the Professor's house helping him get lined up for his September session. While we were resting he told me to take up a new deck of cards from off the desk and shuffle them while he went to the kitchenette to make a sandwich. I finished doing that and yelled, "what about it?" Between rattling knives and the banging of the refrigerator door he directed me —

"All shuffled? O.K.

Now turn over the top card and lay it face up on the desk, if it's a picture card, discard it They drag the problem out too much. It isn't? Now look at the numerical

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number of that card, deal that many cards face down on each side of it. If it's a three, deal three cards on each side. If it's an eight spot, then deal two piles of eight cards on each side, '//hen you've finished, take a good look at the face up card between those piles. That's your destiny card.

"Turn it face down and deal nine cards on top of it. Nine is a number of great portent. Then pick up the middle pile and give the cards a good rough-house shuffle." I had to yell for him to quit banging dishes around so that I could hear what he was saying.

"All right, Art, "he replied, "I'll go slowly. Take up the two outside piles and shuffle them into each other. Now cut either of the piles - you have only two now - and you may cut either one - and sandwich the other in the middle of it. Lastly give the whole business a cut and tell me when you've finished. Where in blazes is the mustard?"

After I'd cut the packet at least a dozen times, the Professor came in with a roast beef sandwich as big as a football. He gestured for the packet. He fanned it slowly. Plainly he was looking for one card. He'd stop often at one, then shake his head and go on. Once he took one nearly out and pushed it back with a frown. Finally he found my card, and since I'm a magician of sorts he spared me the build-up of how he'd been out of the room, hadn't touched the cards, and other such obvious features which magicians love to dwell upon ad nauseum before lay got the working directions,after bribing him with a fre6h cigarette. The first part, it seems, works out for itself, all the mixing and cutting being just a sham to throw the bloodhounds off the scent.

"The Professor then takes the assembled packet and apparently looks for my card. Actually, he is counting the cards, and doing it in a manner, as I have described, to give the impression that he is hard at work on a tough problem.

He then deducts 10 from the total and halves the remainder. This tells him the value of my card.

Thus, if I gave him 18 cards, he would subtract 10 and divide the remainder by 2. He would know, therefore that my card was a four-spot. The second time he looked the cards over he would look for "fours". If one only was amongst the group, that would be that. If two fours were present he'd cut one to the top and one to the bottom. I'd name my card-and he'd show the correct one. If three - one would go on top, one on bottom, and one face up in the middle. If that last card happened to be*the one, a spread of the deck could reveal it. If four, by long chance, happened to be in the packet, he'd just group them on top, note their order of suits, put the deck behind his back, ask for the card's name, and produce it, saying that sometimes it was better to take a guess selection when he couldn't fathom it by thought.

; "I told him that I liked it. He said that it was' very simple compared to some of his real hard problems. Then he asked me to have a bite of sandwich, and, so help me, as certain as my name is KENT ARTHUR, I couldn't eat. I wanted to get away and show the stunt to one of my "wise-guy" friends who thinks he knows all about everything."

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