Grant came to the point quickly, with “Tell me. Did your fiancé, François de Rochelle, direct you to commit suicide while under his influence? What was the purpose? Tell me.” Sana hesitated. Grant fairly shouted, “Answer me. I command it!” Slowly the words came, barely audible to the eager listeners. “Yes, each time that he hypnotized me he directed and commanded me to drown myself by leaping from the bridge into the river. When I was not under his power, he induced me to walk every day across the bridge. He told me it would do me good to get the air. While in a trance, he also forbade me to ever mention to him, while in a normal state, of my desire to drown myself. He impressed upon me, also, that should I ever be under the hypnotic influence of another and be questioned regarding this, I was to refuse to answer.” “Did he ever intimate his purpose in wanting you to kill yourself?” “One night he laughed, so I recall, saying that he would then have plenty of money and could return to France to marry his schoolday sweetheart.” “Are you sure of that?” demanded Grant. “Yes. He even told me her name. I knew her well. Her name is Edith Durex.” “Ah! Tell me, how often and for how long has he been hypnotizing you?” “Every evening last week.” “Did you intend carrying out his demands?” “Yes. I would do anything for François. Only yesterday was I prevented from doing so by a stranger. But I will do it as soon as I get the chance. The feeling grows stronger within me every time I cross the bridge. And something makes me go to the bridge each day.” As Sana gave voice to these strange remarks, Mrs. O’Brien could hardly suppress her exclamation “My God!” Grant and White stepped aside and held earnest conversation for a moment. Grant spoke decisively, “The secret is out, and we would be parties to the crime if we did not take steps to prevent the act. The girl cannot be allowed to return to de Rochelle. Suppose you ask Mrs. O’Brien to take care of her for a few days?” “Yes, I think that would be best,” and Dr. White stepped over to Mrs. O’Brien, with the question, “Do you think you could take your friend to your home and keep her for a few days? It would be the means of helping her out of her trouble.” Mrs. O’Brien, who was nearly overcome with pity for Sana, instantly consented, so eager was she to do something. “Fine,” from White, giving Grant a slight nod to indicate that his request had been favorably met. It was then that Prof. Grant, with a smile on his face, stepped to the side of the insensible girl. His voice seemed to ring doubly deep and clear, “From now on you will never again be possessed of that desire to commit suicide. You are forever free.” Taking again her right wrist, he softly said, “It is all right, madam,” and with a start Sana returned to consciousness. The happy smile upon her face told better than words her relief.