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Marchant," the hypnotist replied, with apparent frankness. "You were treating Mrs. Gaines?" asked Craig, again shifting the attack unexpectedly. "Yes," admitted Karatoff, stopping. "I imagine her trouble was more mental than physical," remarked Kennedy, in a casual tone, as though feeling his way. Karatoff looked up keenly, but was unable to read Kennedy's face.
Although it was so soon after the death of Marchant, they had determined that there could not have been anything but rubber on the end of the toy dagger which had excited the doubts of the detective. As for the autopsy that was performed on Marchant, it did, indeed, show that he was suffering from hardening of the arteries, due to his manner of living, as Karatoff had asserted.
Karatoff faced us, as if to assure us that at that point he had resigned his control and was now letting her act for her subconscious self. Her fingers passed over page after page until finally she stopped, drew forth the record, placed it on the machine, wound it, then placed the record on the revolving disk. My first surprise was quickly changed to gratification.
There was something unsatisfactory about the answer and I imagined that Gaines meant purposely to leave it so as not to prejudice the case. Somehow, I felt that there must be something risque in the doings of Karatoff and his "patients." At any rate, it was only natural with anything that Carita Belleville was likely to be concerned with.
Slowly Edith Gaines rose from the chair, faced us with unseeing eyes, except as Karatoff directed. Karatoff himself was a study. It seemed as if he had focused every ounce of his faculties on the accomplishment of the task in hand. Slowly still the woman moved, as if in a dream walk, over toward the phonograph, reached into the cabinet beneath it and drew forth a book of records.
"No question?" demanded Kennedy, directly. If Karatoff was concealing anything, he made good concealment. Either to protect himself or another he showed no evidence of weakening his first theory of the case. "No question as far as I know," he reiterated.
A moment later we were admitted by Karatoff himself to what had become known as his "hypnotic clinic," really a most artistically furnished studio. Karatoff himself was a tall, dark-haired fellow, bearded, somewhat sallow. Every feature of his remarkable face, however, was subordinate to a pair of wonderful, deep-set, piercing eyes.
Instinctively we looked at Karatoff. Plainly he was nervous and overwrought now. His voice shook as he brought Errol out of the trance, and Errol, dazed, uncomprehending, struggled to take in the horribly unreal tragedy which greeted his return to consciousness. "It it was an accident," muttered Karatoff, eagerly trying to justify himself, though trembling for once in his life.
So I have called up, and the police will bring Errol here, as well as Miss Belleville. Karatoff will come he won't dare stay away; and I also took the liberty of calling Mrs. Gaines." "To come here?" repeated Gaines, in mild surprise. "All of them?" "Yes.
There was an expectant silence, as Karatoff moved the chair so that she could concentrate her attention only on a bright silver globe suspended from the ceiling. The half-light, the heavy atmosphere, the quiet, assured manner of the chief actor in the scene, all combined to make hypnotization as nearly possible as circumstances could.
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