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The policeman handed the detective the rubber dagger which he had picked up, forgotten, on the floor where Errol had dropped it when he came out from the hypnotization. The detective took it gingerly and suspiciously, with a growl. "I'll have the point of this analyzed. It may be well we won't say what may be. But I can tell you what is. You, Doctor Karatoff, or whatever your name is, and you, Mr.
So far Kennedy had said little besides asking a question or two. I knew the symptoms. Gaines need not have hesitated or urged him. It was just the thing that appealed to him. "How did Mrs. Gaines become interested in the thing?" queried Craig, a moment later, outside, as we climbed into the car with the professor. "Through an acquaintance who introduced her to Karatoff and the rest.
Errol, are under arrest. It's a good deal easier to take you now than it will be later. Then if you can get a judge to release you, we'll at least know where you are." "This is outrageous, preposterous!" stormed Karatoff. "Can't help it," returned the officer, coolly. "Why," exclaimed Carita Belleville, excitedly projecting herself before the two prisoners, "it's ridiculous!
"Especially with the added personal motive of knowing that his wife was one of your patients, along with Carita Belleville, Marchant, Errol, and the rest," added Kennedy. Karatoff smiled. "I would not have said that myself. But since you have said it, I cannot help admitting its truth. Don't you suppose I could predict the nature of any report he would make?" Karatoff faced Kennedy squarely.
Apparently at random Karatoff picked out one of the folded papers, then, seemingly without looking at it and certainly without unfolding it, as far as I could determine, he held it up to his forehead. It was an old trick, I knew.
That will be preliminary to what I have to say later about my powers in hypnotic therapeutics." Pieces of paper and little lead-pencils were distributed by an attendant and in the rustling silence that followed each cudgeled his brain for something that would put to the test the powers of Karatoff. Thinking, I looked about the room.
"Of course," opened Kennedy, "you know that investigation has shown that you were right in your diagnosis of the trouble with Marchant. Was it arteriosclerosis for which you were treating him?" "It would be unprofessional to discuss it," hastily parried Karatoff, "but, since Mr. Marchant is now dead, I think I may say that it was.
"Then she was not a patient?" pursued Kennedy, studiously avoiding enlightening Karatoff on the visit. "Rather a friend," he replied, quickly. "It was she who introduced Mr. Errol." "They are quite intimate, I believe," put in Kennedy at a chance. "Really, I knew very little about it," Karatoff avoided. "Did she introduce Mr. Marchant?" "She introduced Mrs. Gaines, who introduced Mr.
It was an important item and Kennedy accepted it gladly, but said nothing of his own discovery. The time had not arrived yet to come out into the open. For a few moments after the talk with the detective Kennedy seemed to be revolving the case, as though in doubt whether the new information cleared it up or added to the mystery. Then he rose suddenly. "We must find Karatoff," he announced.
"I suspected some one was interested," answered Karatoff, quickly, "But I had no idea who it might be. As I think it over now, perhaps it was Professor Gaines who instigated the whole inquiry. He would most likely be interested. My work is so far in advance of any that the conservative psychologists do that he would naturally feel hostile, would he not?"
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