“Yes, sir.”
“Do as you have seen it done, and wake this child if possible.”
Adele moved forward timidly, and, with evident strong reluctance, and standing over Madeline, commenced making passes with her hands, beginning at the breast and moving them upward over her face. The motions were slow at first, but increased in quickness. This was continued for two or three minutes, but without apparent effect.
“It is of no use,” said the girl, stopping suddenly, and as if in despair. “I have no power. The hand that has been at work here is stronger than mine. You must get Mrs. Fordham.”
“Where is she?”
“At my mother’s house.”
“Where does your mother live?”
“She knows.” And Adele looked toward Florence.
“Take Florence in the carriage,” said Uncle John, speaking to Mr. Dainty, “and go with her to one of the police-stations and get an officer. Then drive with lightning speed to the house where the girl’s mother lives, and have Mrs. Jeckyl arrested and brought here.”
“Come.” Mr. Dainty spoke to Florence, who went hurriedly from the room, and made herself ready in the quickest possible time.