Charles Dickens 
Three Ghost Stories (Illustrated) 

I was chosen Foreman of the Jury. On the second morning of the trial, after evidence had been taken for two hours (I heard the church clocks strike), happening to cast my eyes over my brother jurymen, I found an inexplicable difficulty in counting them. I counted them several times, yet always with the same difficulty. In short, I made them one too many. I touched the brother jurymen whose place was next me, and I whispered to him, 'Oblige me by counting us.’ He looked surprised by the request, but turned his head and counted. 'Why, ’ says he, suddenly, 'we are Thirt-; but no, it’s not possible. No. We are twelve.’