The Man Who Knew Too Much eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 221 pages of information about The Man Who Knew Too Much.
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The Man Who Knew Too Much eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 221 pages of information about The Man Who Knew Too Much.

“It is all a question of a force; of establishing communications for a force,” replied that adept, affably, ignoring some military mutterings about the police force.  “It is what you in the West used to call animal magnetism, but it is much more than that.  I had better not say how much more.  As to setting about it, the usual method is to throw some susceptible person into a trance, which serves as a sort of bridge or cord of communication, by which the force beyond can give him, as it were, an electric shock, and awaken his higher senses.  It opens the sleeping eye of the mind.”

“I’m suspectible,” said Fisher, either with simplicity or with a baffling irony.  “Why not open my mind’s eye for me?  My friend Harold March here will tell you I sometimes see things, even in the dark.”

“Nobody sees anything except in the dark,” said the magician.

Heavy clouds of sunset were closing round the wooden hut, enormous clouds, of which only the corners could be seen in the little window, like purple horns and tails, almost as if some huge monsters were prowling round the place.  But the purple was already deepening to dark gray; it would soon be night.

“Do not light the lamp,” said the magus with quiet authority, arresting a movement in that direction.  “I told you before that things happen only in the dark.”

How such a topsy-turvy scene ever came to be tolerated in the colonel’s office, of all places, was afterward a puzzle in the memory of many, including the colonel.  They recalled it like a sort of nightmare, like something they could not control.  Perhaps there was really a magnetism about the mesmerist; perhaps there was even more magnetism about the man mesmerized.  Anyhow, the man was being mesmerized, for Horne Fisher had collapsed into a chair with his long limbs loose and sprawling and his eyes staring at vacancy; and the other man was mesmerizing him, making sweeping movements with his darkly draped arms as if with black wings.  The colonel had passed the point of explosion, and he dimly realized that eccentric aristocrats are allowed their fling.  He comforted himself with the knowledge that he had already sent for the police, who would break up any such masquerade, and with lighting a cigar, the red end of which, in the gathering darkness, glowed with protest.

“Yes, I see pockets,” the man in the trance was saying.  “I see many pockets, but they are all empty.  No; I see one pocket that is not empty.”

There was a faint stir in the stillness, and the magician said, “Can you see what is in the pocket?”

“Yes,” answered the other; “there are two bright things.  I think they are two bits of steel.  One of the pieces of steel is bent or crooked.”

“Have they been used in the removal of the relic from downstairs?”

“Yes.”

There was another pause and the inquirer added, “Do you see anything of the relic itself?”

“I see something shining on the floor, like the shadow or the ghost of it.  It is over there in the corner beyond the desk.”

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