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Norstrom for luncheon, I wanted him there as a
witness in case of unforeseen complications.
When I told him of my plan, he warned me of
the serious consequences it might have to myself
whether in case of failure or success, he was
besides certain she would not turn up.
“Suppose she has told somebody,” said
Norstrom.
“She cannot tell what she does not know
herself, she will not know she is coming to Avenue
de Villiers till the clock strikes twelve.”
“But could it not be got out of her under
hypnotic sleep?” he insisted.
“There is only one man who could wrench it
out of her—Charcot himself. But since he takes
little notice of her except during his Tuesday
lectures, I have eliminated this possibility.”
I said it was besides too late for discussions, I
was sure she had already left the hospital and
would turn up in less than half-an-hour.
The grandfather clock in the hall chimed a
quarter to one, I thought it was going too fast,
for the first time its deep voice irritated my ears.
“I wish you would chuck all this nonsense
about hypnotism,” said Norstrom lighting his
big cigar. “You have got it on the brain, you
will end by getting crazy yourself if you are not
already. I do not believe in hypnotism, I have
tried to hypnotize several people, but I have
never succeeded.”
“I would not believe in hypnotism myself if
you had,” I retorted angrily.
The front bell rang. I sprang to open the door
myself. It was Miss Anderssen, the nurse I had
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