“Yes,” he replied dully.
“You are my slave, are you not? Answer.”
“Yes. I am your slave.”
“You will do my will, as I direct? Answer.”
“I will do your will—as you direct,” he replied.
“Hereafter, when I raise my hand—so—open your eyes that you may see me now—when I raise my hand, so, you will lose the power of resisting me. Answer.”
“Hereafter, when you raise your hand, so, I will lose the power of resisting you,” he repeated in a sing-song voice.
Again she walked away from him, crossing the room to one of the windows, and this time, as the detective’s eyes were open, he could watch her.
He saw her stand there for a time looking out upon the street, and he heard her murmur broken sentences to herself.
“To think that this man should also succumb to me! He seemed too strong, at first. I have overpowered him. When will it all end.” And more to that effect; then, with a deep sigh she turned about again and went to him.