At seven o'clock the expert arrived. At first he shook his head incredulously about all the commodity market predictions
I told him and all the evidence I produced concerning my commodity market operations. He seemed determined to disbelieve everything.
When Julia and I appeared on stage he seemed to be impressed by our dancing - so at least that was something! I had been undergoing this cross-examination for three days and I was becoming slightly unnerved by it. As a result I did not feel at the top of my form and towards the end of the act, when I had a strenuous lift to perform, I tore one of my right arm muscles badly. I was just able to finish the act.
It was with a painfully aching arm that I sat down with the Wall Street expert to continue the meticulous financial cross-examination over my commodity market predictions.
It went on and on - for hours. All the time he came back to one question: Why did I talk so freely about my commodity market predictions?
I replied that it was because I was proud of what I had been able to do. I felt that I had nothing to hide.
It was after midnight, but during all these hours my inquisitor refused to have even one drink. He admitted, quite frankly, that he wanted to keep his mind clear to detect any flaws in my system or commodity market predictions.
Then at two in the morning, he threw down his ballpoint. "Let's have a drink," he said. His last skeptical doubt had been swept away. He was convinced. He lifted his glass and toasted my success with my commodity market predictions.
He left at four o'clock in the morning, but before he did he was asking me for commodity market predictions. I gave it to him. I told him to buy a certain commodity, but only if it rose to 39.54. He was also to put a stop-loss on it of 38.4. I hope he did not disregard this advice and buy at a lower figure because it never reached 39%. It fell suddenly to 22!
The following week the article appeared in Time, which of course has a highly influential readership, especially in financial circles. The result was that I became accepted by most - but not all - of the financial pundits as a highly successful, if unorthodox, commodity market predictions guru.
The other result was that I had a badly torn muscle. A doctor told me that I might have to stop performing the act altogether. He was doubtful if I would ever be able to lift my partner again.
Two weeks later I was on the stage doing the act as usual. I have done it ever since - proving, perhaps, that medical experts can sometimes be as wrong as the commodity market predictions experts on Wall Street.