"Shall I massage it?" said Berry. The suggestion was loudly condemned. "Right," replied my brother-in-law. "That reduces us to faith-healing. On the command 'One, ' make your mind a blank-that shouldn't be difficult-realise that the agony you aren't suffering is imaginary, and close both legs. One On the command 'Two'--" "You can go," I said wearily. "You can go. I'll write to you when I want you. Don't bother to leave your address."