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MARJORIE and the others gazed at the physician in stupefied silence.
“I mean exactly what I said,” he went on. “The girl was hypnotized.”
“She wasn’t asleep,” protested Kathryn. “Her eyes were wide open, and
her manner was perfectly natural. She knew what she was about.”
“That is not surprising or unusual,” answered Potter. “In cases of
animal magnetism the subject is awake; has returned to what may be
called her normal state, is able to reflect, reason, and direct her
conduct; and yet under these conditions, she is influenced by the
auto-suggestion. The real thief is the person who hypnotized Janet.”
“I tell you she was alone in this room,” declared Kathryn stubbornly.
“I am not denying it,” the physician spoke with quiet force. “At
the will of the hypnotist the act of stealing may be accomplished
several hours, or even two days after the date of auto-suggestion.
Such suggestion can only be realized at the given hour, and cannot be
realized until that hour arrives.”
“All very fine,” scoffed Kathryn. “But if Janet Fordyce was a poor
girl she would be in jail by now. Do you think you’d put up such a
bluff for--Miss Langdon, for instance?”
A light broke on Duncan and he stepped toward Marjorie. “Have you known
Janet stole?”
“Yes,” she answered huskily. “I feared it was kleptomania. I first saw
her take a diamond sunburst from Mrs. Walbridge’s dressing-table on
Christmas Eve.”
“And you never told?” Both voice and gesture showed Duncan’s unbounded
admiration and love as he addressed Marjorie. “You let others think you
the thief!” His look repaid her for the suffering she had endured.
“I watched Janet,” she confessed. “And whenever I found anything in her
possession which I knew did not belong to her, I returned it to the
rightful owner.”
“How about my wife’s pearl necklace?” broke in Calhoun-Cooper. “Did
Miss Fordyce take that also?”
“I fear so,” faltered Marjorie. “But I have never seen the necklace in
her possession.”
“Have you any objection to sending for your daughter, Fordyce, and
asking her to return the necklace to me?”
Before Fordyce could reply to Calhoun-Cooper’s question, Potter
interrupted him.
“It will do little good,” he began. “Janet is herself again, and all is
forgotten; the crime, the impulse, and the instigator.”
“Do you mean to say we cannot learn the name of the fiend who has used
my daughter as a puppet to accomplish his villany?” cried Fordyce
unbelievingly.
“Not unless we hypnotize Janet anew, when her loss of memory will
return. She can then probably tell us the author of the suggestion, the
time, the place, and the manner.”
“A witness cannot be constrained to undergo hypnotism,” put in Pauline,
breaking her long silence. “It is against the law.”
“And how do you know that?” asked Potter.
“A friend, who attended Janet’s boarding-school, told me that a young
teacher, who took a number of pupils to see Keller, discovered that
Janet was susceptible to hypnotism. The magician used her as a subject
in the audience. Afterwards the teacher often demonstrated her power
over Janet. Mr. Fordyce found it out”--Calderon Fordyce drinking in
every word nodded affirmatively, “and wished to prosecute the teacher,
but her lawyer refused to permit Janet to be hypnotized so that she
might testify against her.”
“And how many people have you told that Janet was a sympathetic subject
for hypnotism?” asked Potter. Pauline made no answer. “Your brother,
for instance?” she fidgeted uncomfortably, but again refused to answer.
“Just before dinner,” continued the physician quietly, “I saw a man
running down the hall from this room; on coming in here I found Janet
in a hypnotic trance....”
“Did you recognize the man?” questioned Duncan swiftly.
“I did not; but he dropped this in his flight,” taking out the silver
pencil. “The initials engraved on it are ‘J. C. C.’”
“I know nothing about the whole business,” protested Joe vehemently. “I
thought I heard raised voices in here, and stopped to investigate....”
“Through the keyhole?” with sarcastic significance, and Joe flushed.
“If I was on the other side of the door how did I hypnotize Janet
Fordyce?” he asked, avoiding his father’s look.
Potter paid no attention to Joe’s remark, but continued to address
the others. “There is nothing which suggestion cannot accomplish with
a sensitive subject. With a suggested act are connected sentiments,
emotions, passions, voluntary action, and all the phenomena
constituting the psychology of movement. The suggestion which persists
during the waking state presents one interesting characteristic; it
appears to the subject to be spontaneous.”
“Do you mean that Janet was consciously a thief?” exclaimed Fordyce
aghast.
Potter evaded a direct reply. “The subject generally supposes it to be
a spontaneous act, and sometimes she even invents reasons to explain
her conduct,” he said. “It is owing to this former fact that it is not
necessary for the hypnotist to indicate in what way the crime is to be
committed. Hurried on by this irresistible force, the subject feels
none of the doubts and hesitations of a real criminal, but acts with a
tranquility and security which insures the success of the crime.”
“Your theory illustrates Spinoza’s remark that ‘the consciousness
of free-will is only ignorance of the cause of our acts’,” said
Calhoun-Cooper reflectively. “As my son seems to be involved in this
affair, I must ask you to examine your daughter; and the sooner the
better, for we are losing valuable time.”
“Miss Marjorie,” began Calderon Fordyce. “Tell me who Janet has been
with most frequently since coming to Washington, and who are her
confidential friends.”
“Miss Langdon comes under that heading better than anyone else,”
interpolated Pauline, and her spiteful manner made her meaning plain,
but Marjorie did not flinch under the attack. She was about to speak
when Potter answered for her.
“That is a matter of no moment,” he broke in. “If Janet voluntarily
alienated her free-will to a magnetizer, though the latter may be only
a casual acquaintance, she is at his or her mercy; and by the law of
habit and repetition the control of a subject becomes more easy and
complete.”
“But is not a long interval required in which to hypnotize a person?”
asked Pauline doubtfully.
“No. Hypnotic sleep can be produced and terminated in the time it
takes a subject to traverse a short passage from door to door, and an
auto-suggestion can be made in fifteen seconds and affected in all
places and at any hour of the day.”
Fordyce glanced at the physician appalled. “What a frightful power for
evil in unscrupulous hands. Surely Janet will be able to tell us who
has gained so fearful a hold over her.”
Potter shook his head. “A suggestion will destroy all recollection of
what occurred during hypnotism. As a rule the process which produced
the auto-suggestion leaves no trace of its symptoms, and the subject
does not remember the way it was produced, and is altogether ignorant
of the original source of the impulse she has received.”
“Are we to sit here and do nothing, Paul?” demanded Duncan hotly. The
opening of the hall door interrupted him.
“Why are you all staying in here?” asked Janet, from the doorway.
“Our other guests have left....” A stricken silence prevailed as she
advanced into the room, and she was just becoming aware of their
concentrated attention when Potter leaned forward, picked up the
chamois-covered hammer and struck the Chinese gong until the vibrations
filled the room. Thunderstruck, the others looked at him, but he only
saw Janet.
“Janet, where did you put the ruby pendant?” he asked, authoritatively.
A crash broke the tense stillness as a statuette toppled to the floor,
but the interruption came too late. Janet was deaf to her surroundings.
She was obsessed with but one idea.
“I couldn’t find your coat,” she pleaded. “I had to bring the pendant
direct to you, Chichester.”
Barnard dashed the jewel out of her extended palm and sprang for the
door. But he was too late. Tom Nichols, with murder in his heart, was
there before him, and he went down under the officer’s blow.
“Let me finish him, Duncan,” begged Tom, frantically, as the men
dragged him off Barnard. “Let me kill the dastardly hound!”
“Control yourself, Nichols,” commanded Potter sternly. “Think of Janet.”
The admonition had the desired effect, and Tom, much against his will,
permitted Marjorie to lead him away from the prostrate man.
“Is Janet in a hypnotic trance?” asked Duncan, staring at his sister.
“Yes,” replied the physician. “Barnard hypnotized her by means of
sensorial excitement. I suspected as much because earlier this evening,
I found Janet in a trance in the Chinese room, and before entering that
room I heard the sound of a gong.”
“She struck the gong herself,” gasped Marjorie.
“Unconscious self-hypnotism,” commented Potter. “Probably Barnard used
musical instruments, or perhaps the regular ticking of a clock to
magnetize her so frequently that the law of repetition had its way when
she heard the vibrations. I brought her back to her normal condition by
placing my hand to the nape of her neck. Tell me,” he walked over and
planted a hearty kick in the small of Barnard’s back. “What means did
you use to awaken Janet?”
“Breathed on her forehead and eyes,” mumbled the half-conscious man.
Quickly Potter aroused Janet. She shivered, and turned and stretched
out her hands to Tom.
“Take me away,” she said. “Oh, Tom, I asked you at dinner to protect me
from myself. I’m not well--I tell you, I’m not well,” and she shook as
with an ague.
Utterly regardless of the others’ presence, Tom gathered her in his
strong arms. “I shall always guard you, my darling,” he promised
tenderly. “No one shall come between us, and you will never be
tormented again. Come with me.”
Barnard staggered to his feet and tried to intercept the lovers. Janet
cowered back at his approach.
“Don’t let him touch me,” she pleaded piteously. “He says I’m a
kleptomaniac, and that I must steal, steal----” a shudder of repulsion
shook her. “He threatened to tell, he threatened to tell. Am I a
kleptomaniac, Tom, dear Tom, am I a kleptomaniac?” Her eyes were alight
with horror.
“No, no, my darling; you are only the dearest and best sweetheart in
the whole world”--Tom’s voice quivered, and he held her close.
“But, Tom, I did find other people’s jewelry in my possession
sometimes, and how did I get it unless I was a kleptomaniac?” Janet
raised both hands to her throbbing temples and burst into a storm of
tears.
“Go in the library with Nichols, Janet,” broke in Potter. “He will
explain away your--nightmare.” Tom nodded understandingly as he caught
the physician’s warning glare, and he gently led Janet out of the room.
Barnard tried to slide after them, but Duncan pulled him back and
closed the hall door.
“State what you have to say to us,” he ordered, “and be brief.”
“And suppose I refuse to make a statement?” replied Barnard sullenly,
nursing his bruised and bleeding face.
“You will have plenty of time to think it over in jail.”
“Ah, then you intend to prosecute?”
“Did you doubt it?” Duncan’s eyes hardened; it was only by exerting the
utmost self-restraint that he kept his hands off Barnard, so great was
his fury at the latter’s treatment of his sister.
“Have you counted the cost of publicity?” inquired Barnard, with cool
effrontery. Some of his habitual composure was returning to him.
“Whatever the cost you shall suffer the full penalty of the law.
Father, call up the nearest precinct and tell the sergeant to send here
and arrest a thief....”
“And hypnotizer,” sneered Barnard, as Calderon Fordyce stepped toward
the door.
Joe, who had divided his time looking out of the window and watching
his companions, sidled up to Kathryn, who stood next Barnard, and,
while pretending to pick up her handkerchief, whispered:
“I found your note. My taxi’s waiting outside. You slip out there the
first chance you get, and I’ll follow.”
She nodded understandingly as her eyes and Barnard’s crossed, but Joe
did not see their by-play.
“Just a moment,” called Barnard, and Calderon Fordyce paused
undecidedly. “I’ll not keep you waiting until my trial for an accurate
account of my business transactions with your daughter,” and he laughed
mockingly. “I needed money; always have needed it. Miss Pauline,”
indicating her with a flippant wave of his hand, “told me Janet was
easily hypnotized, and it gave me the idea of compelling her to steal
for me. I had her practice by picking up trifles; then came Tom
Nichol’s coin, then money and jewelry. I netted quite a tidy sum out of
our silent partnership....” He stepped back to avoid Duncan’s furious
leap toward him. Potter promptly stepped between the two men, and in
the confusion Kathryn Allen slipped from the room.
“Be quiet, Duncan,” commanded Potter. “Finish your statement, Barnard.”
“There is very little to add,” said the latter, placing the desk
carefully between himself and Duncan. “Sometimes Janet passed me the
jewelry, sometimes she lost it before she could get it to me. Your
wife’s necklace was a rich haul”--J. Calhoun-Cooper smiled wryly. “I
realized that if Janet was caught stealing, she would only be thought a
kleptomaniac. She was tractable enough until I tried to make her turn
against Tom Nichols; then she grew stubborn.”
“Hypnotic subjects often rebel against injuring those they love,”
remarked Potter thoughtfully.
“She would have obeyed me in the end,” and Barnard’s dark eyes
flamed in sudden baffled rage. “We might have gone on indefinitely,
but I grew to hate the influence you, Duncan Fordyce, exerted over
Marjorie”--Barnard’s manner betrayed genuine emotion. “I planned to get
her away from here. Miss Pauline had told me when I accompanied her
home from the Charity Ball, that she suspected Marjorie of stealing her
mother’s pearl necklace, and I suggested that she call here and charge
Marjorie with the theft, and also told her to ask Janet what she knew
of the theft. She said she would go and see Mrs. Fordyce this morning,
so I made an appointment to see Janet before Miss Pauline got here. I
saw Janet alone, and by auto-suggestion forced her to testify against
Marjorie.” A horrified gasp escaped Marjorie, and for the first time he
turned and looked fully at her. “I loathed poverty and I loved you,”
he said, and there was infinite pathos in his charmingly modulated
voice. “No other woman counted,” he stumbled in his speech, his passion
mastering him. “My punishment lies in losing you. Have you no word for
me?” stretching out his hands imploringly. But Marjorie bowed her head,
unable to speak. Potter, watching her closely, saw she was on the point
of collapse.
“Go and call the police, Duncan,” he began, then stopped speaking as
the room was plunged in darkness.
Barnard, taking his hand from the electric light switch, sprang
noiselessly out of the room and raced down the hall, Duncan at his
heels. He gained the front steps by a narrow margin, and one leap
carried him through the open door of the waiting taxi-cab. Duncan
stood watching the disappearing rear lights of the taxi-cab with mixed
emotions, then turned on his heel and re-entered the house. He met
the three older men in the hall, and they accompanied him back to the
Chinese room. Joe turned from the open window on their appearance.
“Did Kathryn go with Barnard?” he asked in a voice he strove to make
steady.
“Yes,” answered Duncan.
J. Calhoun-Cooper stepped forward at the sight of his son’s
grief-stricken face, and laid an affectionate hand on his shoulder.
“Come home with me, my boy,” he said, and his tone gave Joe some ray of
comfort. “I need you,” and shoulder to shoulder, father and son stepped
from the room. Without speaking to the Fordyces, Pauline followed her
father and brother out into the hall.
Potter slipped his arm inside Calderon Fordyce’s. “Let us see them off
the premises,” he suggested, and paused only long enough to carefully
close the hall door behind them.
Left by themselves Duncan walked swiftly over to Marjorie. He had not
seen her alone since his long-distance proposal at the dinner table.
At his approach Marjorie faltered and drew back, embarrassment tinging
her white cheeks a delicate pink. Desperately she controlled an impulse
to turn and fly; then as she met the yearning tenderness of his
regard she half conquered her shyness and her hand stole toward him in
pleading surrender. Intuitive knowledge guided Duncan as he laid his
cheek against her soft palm; she had been sorely tried that day, her
composure was at the breaking point.
“What have you there?” he asked gently, pointing to a long envelope
which Marjorie clutched in one nervous hand.
“I don’t know,” she steadied her voice with an effort, and handed him
the envelope. “My name is written over your house address in the upper
left-hand corner, and it is addressed to Admiral Lawrence. I found
the envelope in the pocket of my sweater which was lying on the floor
behind this door leading to your mother’s private staircase. I have no
idea how it got there.”
“We’ve had enough mysteries.” Duncan thrust an impatient finger under
the flap of the envelope and tore it open; then drew out a folded
typewritten sheet and glanced hastily over it. “Jove! it’s the signed
codicil to Mrs. Lawrence’s will. I thought I had solved that mystery.”
His surprise was reflected in Marjorie’s face. “I know nothing about
it,” she protested hotly. “I did not address this envelope to Admiral
Lawrence, nor write my name in the corner....”
“But the person who stole the codicil inscribed it for you,” exclaimed
Duncan triumphantly. “And also made free with your sweater. What else
is in the pockets?” thrusting his hand inside them. From the last one
he pulled out a piece of white linen. “Why, it’s a nurse’s cap, and the
initials ‘K. A.’ are stamped inside it----” turning the cap over in his
hand.
“Kathryn Allen!” exclaimed Marjorie. “She was Mrs. Lawrence’s nurse,
and was desperately in love with Chichester Barnard....”
“Ah, that is the key to the riddle. She stole the codicil after you
left that afternoon; it was lying conveniently to her hand on the desk
where Alvord had left it. She undoubtedly hoped that Barnard would
marry her and they would inherit Mrs. Lawrence’s legacy.”
“But why should my name be on this envelope--it looks as if I had sent
the codicil back to Admiral Lawrence.”
“That is obviously what she intended; probably hoped to involve you
in further trouble. Jove! now she’s with Barnard, she’s probably
longing to have this codicil back in her possession,” as he spoke,
Duncan thrust the codicil inside the secret drawer. “It can rest there
for tonight; in the morning I’ll take it to the Admiral, and then,
good-bye to Chichester Barnard’s inheritance. To think of his eloping
with a poor woman after all! I believe he knew or suspected she had
the codicil--what an awakening for them both when they find she left
the codicil here.” Duncan shut the drawer, and turned to his silent
companion. “Marjorie, have you nothing to say to me?”
Marjorie’s eyes fell before his ardent look. “I have so much that I do
not know where to begin. Ah, how can I thank you for your faith....”
“It was more than faith, Marjorie, it was the master hand of love.”
And as his arms closed around her, she knew, Oh, happy Marjorie, that
she had won her woman’s paradise at last.
THE END
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