James quietly let himself into Henry’s room; he still stood like a specter in the middle of the floor; the red glow of the lamp cast a weird light over his pale features, his expression was fixed and intent; his face was turned slightly sidewise, and he held up one hand as one who listens intently: “Yes, that is right; place everything as you found it, and go to your bed!” As he ceased speaking he turned toward his own bed, rested a moment on its edge, then lay down, and drew the covers over himself as though just retiring; he was soon breathing deeply, and like one in natural slumber. James threw himself into a chair, and slowly puffed a cigar and thought; finally he arose and yawning stretched his limbs. “I’ll see if Marjy has retired; I think I understand this queer tangle, but I’m blest if I understand how to straighten it out!” He quietly let himself out of the house, and as quietly entered auntie’s front door; Marjy met him in the hall, and drew him into the sitting room. “Where is auntie?” he asked. “Gone to her bed; do tell me what happened in Henry’s room!” she said eagerly. She sat looking at him wide-eyed and wondering, while he related all that had occurred. “Well, tell me, what do you think of it?” she questioned. He thoughtfully rolled his cigar in his fingers for a few minutes before replying. “I do not quite know; Henry was certainly asleep. Now the question is just this; could he hypnotize your aunt at such a distance, himself being in a somnambulistic state?” “I do not think that he is conscious of possessing hypnotic power,” said Marjy. “No, he would doubtless be indignant if one suggested such a thing; but he certainly has that power, and really, I cannot see why he could not use the force just as well in that state as though awake, so long as his mind intelligently directed it; the will power is just as strong as at any time.” “It is all very strange! Now that we know where the money is, what are we to do about it?” “I suppose the proper thing to do would be to tell Aunt Hattie all about to-night’s free show!” and he laughed at the recollection. “I should really be afraid to tell Aunt Hattie; in her present mood there is no saying what she would, or would not do,” said Marjy. James replied thoughtfully: “That is true; we had best sleep over it; we will talk it over again in the morning.” James did not return to Henry’s room, he wished to be alone, that he might better solve the problem which confronted him. He arose the following morning tired, worn out with sleeplessness, and no nearer a solution than when he retired.