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Page 7

"You have yet to prove a single case of imposture on my part," protested Hanussen.

"A single case? I'll prove a dozen."

There was a fidgeting, uneasy commotion in the room. But by now Hanussen had completely recovered his poise.

"Very well," he said. "Let me provide proof - against the prosecution... Listen, Mr. State Attorney. You have two hundred crowns in your wallet, a bus ticket and an unpaid tailor's bill... " There was laughter as Hanussen continued: "In the attache case of the presiding judge there are two sandwiches and a book... a commentary on criminal law. But let me continue. The sergeant at the door has left his handkerchief at home - and borrowed his wife's. His wife is sitting in the centre of the last row. The sergeant has a small snuffbox and a comb in his pocket. Three teeth of the comb are missing. Would you please check all this.

"This is not a music hall," the judge intervened. "You are facing a court of law. Your freedom is at stake. Please, take this more scriously… "

"I ask the court to have the statements of my client checked," Hanussen's counsel rose. "They would provide full proof for his clairvoyant talent."

"That's just telepathy," protested the prosecutor. "It has nothing to do with clairvoyance."

"Is it? Then let me give you other proof," Hanussen continued. "At the railway station at Leitmeritz, Platform Two, there is a man standing. He wears a green hat. Ten minutes ago he burgled the Commercial Bank. His train is arriving at Platform Two in four minutes. The money he stole is in his briefcase. If you act at once, you can still arrest him…"

Hanussen was right. They caught the bankrobber at exactly the spot he indicated. Hanussen was triumphantly acquitted. In the judgment the court expressly acknowledged his clairvoyant powers, ignoring the medical and scientific experts. It was this court judgment that was to help Hanussen to conquer Berlin in the late twenties.

Outside the hotel, temporarily turned into a courtroom, he ran into an elegant pretty woman. It was Baroness Prawitz.

He greeted her with an arrogant smile and said: "The four weeks are almost up, Baroness. Do you remember our talk in Vienna?"

"I do. But I forgot to give you a proper answer."

She swung out her hand and slapped him - once, twice, very hard. Hanussen stood there, silent and dazed.

"Why are you so startled?" she asked. "Aren't you a clairvoyant?"

*          *          *

It was late in 1929 that I saw Hanussen perform for the first and last time in the Scala, the great variety theatre of Berlin. As a young journalist I had heard much about the "great clairvoyant", had caught a glimpse of him late one night in his favourite coffee-house, the Romanisches Café which the Berlin wits had baptized "Café Megalomania". (Too many egos, successful or on the skids were flaunted here - it well deserved its nickname.)