Celluloïd

purpose. Pull the blinds, will you?” The man with no name or memory went to the window and lowered the blind; the room was dark. Washburn snapped on the projector’s light; a bright square appeared on the white wall. He then inserted a small piece of celluloid behind the lens. The square was abruptly filled with magnified letters. GEMEINSCHAFT BANK BAHNHOFSTRASSE. ZURICH. ZERO-SEVEN-SEVENTEEN-TWELVE-ZERO FOURTEEN-TWENTY-SIX-ZERO “What is it?” asked the nameless man. “Look at it. Study it. Think.” “It’s