“Not only skill, Mr. Tyrrel, not only skill! Something higher than skill. Science – knowledge – power. I obtained those papers by means of hypnotic force.”
“By means of what?”
“Hypnotic force.”
I am no great believer in the current craze for undeveloped forces. And as for some of the marvels of so-called “hypnotism,” I fear that I should have to see – and test! – before I believed. But I perceived at a glance that here was a man who was as likely as any other man to work such wonders. There is something in the magic of the eye, and this man undoubtedly possessed it. I never saw such eyes. I myself found it difficult to meet his glances. And his manner, voice, and general deportment conveyed suggestions of latent forces, which, to me, were wholly disagreeable. Still I began, in spite of
