He dropped her hand and, with his finger-tips, closed the lids over her eyes. Her body still remained upright in its trancelike rigidity.
“What do you see?” he asked.
“Nothing,” came the dreamy answer.
“Where are you?”
“I do not know—I—I am nowhere, I think,” she said with hesitation. “I—I—oh, do not keep me like this!” There was a new note of anxiety in her voice.
“Wait a moment,” said the doctor. He turned to the mantelpiece, took down the clock, placed it on her lap, and clasped her hands about it.
“Now,” he said in his quiet, tense tones, “you are in touch with that clock. I want you to go into the time and place when that clock had another owner—before your husband had it. Focus yourself upon it. Go into the room where it stands.”
The young woman’s eyelids twitched flickeringly but otherwise her rigid attitude was unmodified.
“Yes,” she said, in a slow and doubtful tone, “yes——”