You would have told us last night,
had not your nervous strength failed you, who are unaccustomed to the
state of trance. Speaking as Benita da Ferreira, you said that you saw
it and described its condition. Then you could, or would, say no more,
and it became necessary to waken you. Miss Clifford, you must let me
mesmerize you once again for a few minutes only, for then we will waste
no time on past histories, and we shall find the gold. Unless, indeed,"
he added by an afterthought, and looking at her sharply, "you know
already where it is; in which case I need not trouble you."
"I do not know, Mr. Meyer. I remember nothing about the gold."
"Which proves my theory. What purported to be the spirit of Benita
da Ferreira said that it had passed the secret on to you, but in your
waking state you do not know that secret. In fact, she did not pass it
on because she had no existence. But in your sub-conscious state you
will know. Therefore I must mesmerize you again. Not at once, but in
a few days' time, when you have quite recovered. Let us say next
Wednesday, three days hence."
"You shall never mesmerize me again, Mr. Meyer."
"No, not while I live," broke in her father, who had been listening to
this discussion in silence.
Jacob bowed his head meekly.
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