The Lost Cheque





Mr. A., a barrister, sat up one night to write letters, and about

half-past twelve went out to put them in the post. On undressing he

missed a cheque for a large sum, which he had received during the day.

He hunted everywhere in vain, went to bed, slept, and dreamed that he

saw the cheque curled round an area railing not far from his own door.

He woke, got up, dressed, walked down the street and found his cheque

in the place he had dreamed of. In his opinion he had noticed it fall

from his pocket as he walked to the letter-box, without consciously

remarking it, and his deeper memory awoke in slumber. {11a}





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