"Not a thing! I just went to sleep, and woke up. It isn't different from any other kind of sleep," he explained, with a youthful air of wisdom, "only that a part of you stays awake inside and takes lessons from your teacher while you don't know it."
"So I understand," I said gently. His assumption of superior knowledge touched me. "Was it hard to go to sleep?"
"The first time it wasn't easy. Something inside of my brain seemed to snap awake just as I was going off,--over and over again. But at last I went off. After that it was easier each time. Once he hypnotized me in class and I found I had been making a brilliant recitation, though I didn't remember anything about it myself. And once he hypnotized me while I was asleep, and I never knew it at all until he told me afterwards and showed me some things I had written while asleep."
"Did Mr. Garney ever speak to you of Alfred Barker?"
"No." His manner froze, as it always did at any mention of Barker.
"You did not know, then, that there was enmity between the two men?"
"No. I didn't know that Mr. Garney knew--him--at all." He swerved from pronouncing the name.
"Yes, Barker had acted as his business manager in the vaudeville business, and they had quarreled. Now tell me something else. Did Garney hypnotize you the day that you hunted up Barker to shoot him?"
"No." A look of dawning uneasiness and indignation crossed his face.
"Did you see him that evening at all?"