Solemnly, for nearly an hour, sitting in Winston’s office whose windows looked out over Berkeley Square, the two men played blackjack. They used matchsticks as counters, each match being worth twenty-five pounds. After fifty minutes, Henry was no less than thirty-four thousand pounds up!
John Winston couldn’t believe it. ‘How do you do it?’ he said.
‘Put the pack on the table,’ Henry said. ‘Face down.’
Winston obeyed.
Henry concentrated on the top card for four seconds. ‘That’s a knave of hearts,’ he said. It was.
‘The next one is … a three of hearts.’ It was. He went right through the entire pack, naming every card.
‘Go on,’ John Winston said. ‘Tell me how you do it.’ This usually calm and mathematical man was leaning forward over his desk, staring at Henry with eyes as big and bright as two stars. ‘You do realize you are doing something completely impossible?’ he said.
‘It’s not impossible,’ Henry said. ‘It is only very difficult. I am the one man in the world who can do it.’
The telephone rang on John Winston’s desk. He lifted the receiver and said to his secretary, ‘No more calls please, Susan, until I tell you. Not even my wife.’ He looked up, waiting for Henry to go on.
Henry then proceeded to explain to John Winston exactly how he had acquired the power. He told him how he had found the notebook and about Imhrat Khan and then he described how he had been working non-stop for the past three years, training his mind to concentrate.
When he had finished, John Winston said, ‘Have you tried walking on fire?’
‘No,’ Henry said. ‘And I’m not going to.’
‘What makes you think you’ll be able to do this thing with the cards in a casino?’
Henry then told him about his visit to Lord’s House the night before.
‘Six thousand, six hundred pounds!’ John Winston cried. ‘Did you honestly win that much in real money?’
‘Listen,’ Henry said. ‘I just won thirty-four thousand from you in less than an hour!’
‘So you did.’
‘Six thousand was the very least I could win,’ Henry said. ‘It was a terrific effort not to win more.’
‘You will be the richest man on earth.’
‘I don’t want to be the richest man on earth,’ Henry said. ‘Not any more.’ He then told him about his plan for orphanages.
When he had finished, he said, ‘Will you join me, John? Will you be my money man, my banker, my administrator and everything else? There will be millions coming in every year.’
John Winston, a cautious and prudent accountant, would not agree to anything at all on the spur of the moment. ‘I want to see you in action first,’ he said.
So that night, they went together to the Ritz Club on Curzon Street. ‘Can’t go to Lord’s House again now for some time,’ Henry said.
On the first spin of the roulette wheel, Henry staked £100 on number twenty-seven. It came up. The second time he put it on number four; that came up too. A total of £7,500 profit.
An Arab standing next to Henry said, ‘I have just lost fifty-five thousand pounds. How do you do it?’
‘Luck,’ Henry said. ‘Just luck.’
They moved into the Blackjack Room and there, in half an hour, Henry won a further £10,000. Then he stopped.
Outside in the street, John Winston said, ‘I believe you now. I’ll come in with you.’
‘We start tomorrow,’ Henry said.
‘Do you really intend to do this every single night?’