“Very well, give me the cards.”
He hands them to me and I shuffle and disarrange them as much as possible. I then show them to him, holding them in my hand, and say:
“Now show me the card which has my picture upon it.”
He selects it at once. I only know it is correct by looking for the dot upon the back, which has all the while been kept carefully concealed from him.
I then say to him: “Now, I am going to awaken you, and when awake you will come to the desk, select from the cards which I now place there the one which has my picture, and show it to me.”
He awakes at my counting when I reach the word five, as I have suggested to him. He remembers nothing of what has passed since he was hypnotized, but thinks he has had a long and delightful sleep. I sit at my desk; he walks up to it, examines the six cards which are lying there, selects one, and showing it to me, remarks, “There is your picture.” It was the same marked card.
On another occasion, while he was asleep and in the alert stage, Mrs. M. was present. I introduced her, and he spoke to her with perfect propriety. Afterward I said: “Now, I will awake you, but you will only see me. Mrs. M. you will not see at all.”
I then awoke him, as usual. He commenced talking to me in a perfectly natural and unrestrained manner. Mrs. M. stood by my side between him and myself, but he paid not the slightest attention to her; she then withdrew, and I remarked indifferently:
“Wasn’t it a little peculiar of you not to speak to Mrs. M. before she went out?”
“Speak to Mrs. M!” he exclaimed, with evident surprise. “I did not know she had been in the room.”