“But it would kill him!”
“Not at all, as I would do it, especially if the young man were very strong and full of life. When the result is obtained, an antiseptic ligature, suggestion of complete healing during sleep, proper nourishment, such as we are giving at present, by recalling the patient to the hypnotic state, sleep again, and so on; in eight and forty hours your young man would be waked and would never know what had happened to him—unless he felt a little older, by nervous sympathy,” added the sage with a low laugh.
“Are you perfectly sure of what you say?” asked Unorna eagerly.
“Absolutely. I have examined the question for years. There can be no doubt of it. Food can maintain life, blood alone can renew it.”
“Have you everything you need here?” inquired Unorna.
“Everything. There is no hospital in Europe that has the appliances we have prepared for every emergency.”
He looked at her face curiously. It was ghastly pale with excitement. The pupil of her brown eye was so widely expanded that the iris looked black, while the aperture of the gray one was contracted to the size of a pin’s head, so that the effect was almost that of a white and sightless ball.
“You seem interested,” said the gnome.
“Would such a man—such a man as Israel Kafka answer the purpose?” she asked.
“Admirably,” replied the other, beginning to understand.