“No one can break it but Mrs. Fordham. She has locked up her senses, and she alone can open them.”
“Cannot you do it?” Florence asked, eagerly.
“No,” was answered, almost mournfully.
“Try.”
“It is useless.” And the girl shook her head.
“Did you see it done?” now asked Mr. Fleetwood, turning from the bed where he had been vainly trying to arouse Madeline to consciousness.
“No, sir. She was alone with the poor little thing.”
“You have seen children put to sleep?” Mr. Fleetwood asked the question.
“Oh, yes, sir. Often.”
“And you’ve seen them wakened?”