HOUDINI AT THE PALLADIUM.

I CAN recall an amusing story of Houdini which throws an interesting sidelight on his extraordinary character. To appreciate the full point of this little yarn, it must be remembered that I am a professional magician of many years experience in performing and inventing. In addition, I was Houdini's greatest friend for a long period of years, and on many occasions he asked me to help and advise him with his illusions.

When the American last appeared in this country, he was engaged at the London Palladium for a fortnight at the enormous salary of £900 a week.

Before he was due to open, he informed me that he was running a "really great show." One trick in particular was a "winner," and he wanted me to be in the theatre to see it. I could clearly see what the man was driving at, for I guessed he would be as pleased as Punch if he could mystify me as well as the rest of the audience.

As I was talking to him in his dressing room before the performance, an assistant rapped on the door, and entered.

"Well?" asked Houdini.

"It's all right, boss," came the answer.

I've fixed up those two confederates in the stalls and circle."

"You b-- fool," screamed Harry jumping to his feet, his face white with rage. "Can't you see we're not alone?"