ANOTHER ENTRY.

“There are other poor dupes here—at least a dozen of them. Some of them

are maniacs; and Lessman is holding them, I think, with the hope that he

can cure their awful malady. For, as I understand it, he has no power

over a diseased brain. It is only those that are normal that bow to his

bidding.

“We have compared notes. Collins, of Chicago, has rational streaks during

which he is able to talk freely. He, like myself, was a detective. I

remember reading of his strange disappearance over a year ago. He was

on a robbery case, and certain clews led him to New York. Instead of

reporting to the police, he thought to take all the credit and capture

the criminals himself. He trailed them to Doctor Lessman’s place. He,

like myself, fell a victim to the wiles of Meta. Now he is at intervals a

jibbering idiot.

“Several of the poor devils, Collins tells me, were placed here by

distant relatives. Lessman, wearing the garb of sanctity, talks of his

desire to cure them of their nervous disorder, and their relatives, poor

fools, glad to rid themselves of the millstones around their necks, turn

the wretched creatures over to him. He charges a low rate for their board

and medical treatment.

“To one and all he is known as ‘The Bodymaster.’ He teaches them to call

him that. They fear him like the very devil. They talk occasionally of a

revolt. But when he is near they tremble at his frown. His hold over them

is absolute—complete.”

_CHAPTER IV._

_Evidently several weeks elapsed between the last entry in the diary and

what follows. This is to be inferred from the fact that several things

are mentioned as having happened of which there is no record. In all

probability, I was in a semi-somnambulic state during the interval, as a

result of Lessman’s strange power over me. During my entire incarceration

there were times when everything was a blank; at other times, I remember,

there were dim, hazy vistas of things into which I peered. They seem like

dreams. Yet, if they were dreams, of what was their substance? A dream

must have some foundation._

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