The boy had sat up straight, looking about uncertainly. He got unsteadily to his feet. "Why--" he stammered helplessly. "Why, I haven't any idea--What have I been saying, sir?" The professor checked a hasty answer. He said quietly: "Do you mean to say you are unaware that you spoke just now?" "Yes, sir. I mean--" The boy was badly puzzled. "To be frank, sir, I was almost asleep. I studied about Alma years ago. I know I said something, but as to what it was--" "That will do." The professor made a sign, and Ernol sat down, tremendously embarrassed. "The class will understand that people, when talking in their sleep, usually say things which are the exact opposite of what they know to be true." The man wet his lips, as though with satisfaction at the neatness of his wording. He added in a generous tone: "I will not reprimand Mr. Ernol, because his previous work indicates, as he says, that Alma is an old topic to him. I only wish that he stood as well in certain other studies!" A ripple of laughter ran over the class, and again the puzzled youth was the target for the combined stares of the students. He slipped down deep into his seat. "That will do for to-day," said the teacher, glancing at the clock. "Tomorrow we will begin the study of the other suns of the universe--what we commonly call stars. "However, before you go"--his voice took on a certain ominousness--"let me remind you that it is the custom not to question the sources of our information. We take them for granted. In fact, it is more than a custom; the regulations require that any student who is not satisfied with the sincerity of our public school system shall be suspended for the first objection, and for the second shall forfeit all educational rights whatever. "You will readily see for yourselves, then, that it will not be wise for any of you to repeat what Mr. Ernol unconsciously let slip. And of course none of you will be so unkind as to remind him of what he said." The students rose thoughtfully to their feet, and Ernol passed out with the rest. He had no idea what it was all about, nor the slightest suspicion that his eyes and ears had been used. But the doctor had learned something of enormous value. He had learned that, when his agent was in a semiconscious state, his--the doctor's--conscious mind could influence the agent. It was not Ernol, but the doctor, who had made the slip! VI THE WORLD'S BOSSES Van Emmon was afterward unable to recall any experience between his entering the sublimial state and becoming tele-conscious. That is, his only recollection was of a definite scene, experienced through the eyes and ears of his agent. The place was a large high-ceilinged room, its architecture suggesting some public building. In the center, and directly in front of Van Emmon's agent, stood a large, rectangular table, about which sat a number of men. Van Emmon counted nine of them.