American fiction -- 19th century; Dime novels; Popular literature
“Woman, what have you to say regarding this strange story?” Earle
demanded, turning to the attendant, who had sat motionless during
Editha’s narrative.
“I have nothing to say,” she returned, lifting a defiant face to him.
“It will be better for you to show a friendly disposition,” Earle
returned, quietly. “I have this villain of whom Miss Dalton speaks
securely locked up and ready for the officers as soon as morning breaks,
and I will punish you to the extent of the law, also, unless you show a
disposition to do what is right.”
He then related how he happened to be there that night—how he had
searched for her so wearily, until he felt that he must have rest, and
coming there, and hearing her sobbing, he had been strangely impressed
that something was wrong, and had proceeded to investigate the matter.
He told how he had attacked Tom Drake in the hall, dragged and locked
him within his own room, and then resolved to enter hers.
The woman appeared greatly disturbed as she listened to this; she
evidently had not supposed anything so serious had happened to her
partner, and it was a very pale face that Earle looked into as he asked:
“Was it not mesmeric power that the wretch used to try to force Miss
Dalton’s secret from her?”
“Yes; it can do no harm to tell that much,” she muttered.
“What was the meaning of those very strange questions he put to her
to-night?”
She thought a moment, and then said:
“It was necessary for Miss Dalton’s health that she should go out at
times and get the air; but we never took her out unless she was
mesmerized, and Tom thought that if anything happened to us at any time,
and she should be questioned, if she answered as he taught her, no one
would suspect or molest her.”
“Is he in the habit of exercising his power over people in this way in
carrying on his nefarious business?” Earle demanded.
The woman would not reply, and Editha said:
“Whether he has ever carried it so far with any one else is doubtful;
but I heard him say once, when they both thought I was asleep, that
unless something turned up pretty soon he would be obliged to go to
lecturing again, and showing off in the old way, which I took to mean
that he had once lectured upon the subject of mesmerism, and tried his
experiments upon the public.”
“The wretch! He will have an opportunity to practice something else, and
show off in a different way before long, I’m thinking,” Earle answered,
sternly.
Day was beginning to break, and the occupants of the house were arousing
from their slumbers.
“My darling,” Earle said to Editha, “you must have a larger and more
airy room than this immediately;” and he arose and rang the bell.
“Earle, you will not leave me?” she said, the frightened look returning
to her face.
“No; I shall only go to the door to speak with the waiter; and you,”
turning to her attendant, “will please assist Miss Dalton to dress
meanwhile, so that she can be moved.”
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