MISTER MYSTERY RESPONDS

Of course there is a scientific explanation. And it’s as follows: Hands, like feet (but the reading of soles was banned in 1921 due to the proliferation of accidents), are extremities, that's to say, terminal points of the body. And as all border limits, human's extremities are checkpoints where you have to declare everything. You’ve got to declare everything in your hands. And you do so through the lines that cross the palms. That's it. What do you mean what kind of scientific explanation is this?! It’s thanks to this type of scientific reasoning that John Bardeen was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics for explaining how transistors work!

Johanna Schopenhauer is reading the palm of a woman from the petty bourgeoisie of Weimar. -You don’t have to worry about your husband, Ingrid. He will be fine. As long as you stop supplying small doses of cyanide with his meals. - He likes very spicy foods. -The cyanide is not any spice, Ingrid. It’s a powerful poison. -Don’t tell me! I thought it was like ginger or nutmeg! Then Mrs. Tieck bursts into the room; she is very nervous. The petty bourgeoisie says goodbye to Johanna, who focuses her attention on Mrs. Tieck. -Mrs. Tieck! What happens? You look so nervous… -There's not a moment to lose, Johanna. Tieck and Wieland are going to fight duel this evening! - What makes you think that?   -He asked me to heat water! - And that makes you suspect? -It's just that every time he is going to duel, he asks me the same thing. Johanna gets up quickly. -Then, we’d better hurry up. Where will the duel take place? -I don’t know. I was confident that you could ...

Johanna Schopenhauer, in her chiromancer role, is bent over Lord Byron's hand watching carefully his palm. They are sitting facing each other around a small circular table. - Who do you see, Mrs. Schopenhauer? The redhead woman, the marchioness or Ludovica? -I see a man with a mustache. Lord Byron gets up suddenly knocking over the table: -Do you make fun of me?! -If you withdraw your hand, I can not see well ... Byron sits down again with his hand outstretched. The chiromancer looks attentively at the palm. -Oh geez! The mustached man has boobs! Byron gets up again. -What does this mean? -I can not guess if you don’t show me the palm. He sits down again. The chiromancer stares again at the palm. -Oh geez! -What's the matter now? -It's a woman disguised as a man! Bewildered, Byron gets up suddenly, but then he reflects and sits down again breathing a sigh of relief. -But is the mustache hers or part of the disguise? The chiromancer’s face is increasingly cl...