“Yes,” and the young man spoke gravely, “I have, Miss Ames. Just a week ago to-day, wasn’t it?”
“Yes; and they’re no nearer a solution of the mystery than ever. And, oh, Mr. Hanlon, they’re still suspecting Eunice—Mrs. Embury—and I must save her! She didn’t do it—truly she didn’t, and—I think I did.”
“What!”
“Yes, I truly think so. But I wasn’t myself, you know—I was—hypnotized—”
“Hypnotized! By whom?”
“I don’t know—by some awful person who wanted Sanford dead, I suppose.”
“But that’s ridiculous, Miss Ames—”
“No, it isn’t. I’m a very easy subject—”
“Have you ever been hypnotized?”
“Not very successfully. But no real hypnotizer ever tried it. I’m sure, though, I’d be a perfect subject—I’m so—so psychic, you know—”