“You will obey!” were his first words.
As he spoke he fastened his gaze firmly on the eyes of the girl, and was encouraged when she looked steadily at him. The vacant expression had left them. This told him that he had been able to take the place of Ched Ramar, and that the hypnotic power exerted by the East Indian had been maintained by himself.
That it would not be easy to make this sort of transfer he had realized from the first. But he believed it could be done if he could concentrate himself sufficiently to overwhelm the mentality of the subject. He had succeeded now, almost beyond his hopes. The girl would do anything he commanded.
CHAPTER X.
HIS HOUR OF SUCCESS.
“You will obey!” repeated Nick Carter.
“Obey!” she responded dreamily.
“That is well. Tell me what you did when you got the packet you brought to me this morning. You remember that it was this morning?”
“It was this morning,” she replied, repeating the last few words of his query, as was always her way.
“Where did you get them? The library?”
“The library.”