Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
that I must take care not to go to sleep of my own accord. I did drop
asleep three or four times after that. That was not from anything the
Baron did. He was not in the room at the time. He must have been in
the next room. I suppose the door was open. It always was. The first
time I went to sleep was about a week after we had talked about the
mesmerism. It was on a Saturday night, or Friday. I am not quite sure
which. It was one of the nights when Madame R** was so ill. She had
gone to sleep at about eleven o'clock. She seemed very well then. She
was sleeping quite quiet. I suppose I must have dropped off. I was
awoke by her moaning in her sleep. That was about one o'clock. She soon
woke up in great pain, and had a very bad attack. The Baron came into
the room just as I awoke. Something woke him, and he came in directly.
He told me what it was that woke him. It was me snoring. He said so.
I fell asleep again a fortnight after in the same way. The Baron was
not there. Madame R** was asleep. She had not slept for many nights. I
must have dropped off in a doze hearing her so nicely asleep. The Baron
woke me. That was at about one o'clock. He was very much displeased. He
told me Madame R** had been walking in her sleep and might have killed
herself. He said she went into the kitchen. I am certain that was
where he said. I can swear it. He asked what I had taken for supper,
and tasted what was left of the beer. He seemed very much vexed and
disturbed. I was very sorry, and promised to be very careful another
time. I never had such a thing happen in any other case, and I told
him so. He said he would look over it that time, but it must never
happen again. He went up-stairs afterwards. I think it was to speak to
somebody. He said somebody had seen her, I think. Madame R** was ill
that night. She began to moan while we were talking, and had a very bad
attack. The Baron said she must have caught cold, and I am afraid she
did. I determined to be particularly careful for the time to come. I
was very careful for some time, particularly when she was asleep. She
hardly slept at all for two weeks, but when she did I was very careful.
At the end of that time I must have fallen asleep again. I was hardly
aware of it. I know I must have been asleep, because when I looked at
the clock it was two hours later than I thought. Madame R** was ill
again that night. I was very much vexed. I began to think somebody was
playing tricks upon me. It was so strange, coming every fortnight. I
did not tell the Baron. I know it was wrong, but I was afraid. Next
fortnight I was on the look out. Madame R** went to sleep again. I was
determined not to go to sleep. I thought somebody must have played
tricks with the beer, so I wouldn't drink it. I ate no supper and
drank nothing but some strong green tea I made for myself. I was quite
sure the tea must keep me awake. It did not. I awoke with a great start
about one o'clock, and found Madame R** bad again as usual. I was very
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