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all. He had just finished a brilliant
musical composition of his own, how
ever, wien I saw him lead toward
Elida, who sat near by, and fix his
eyes upon her. A light shone in them,
I cannot describe. It did not repel, but
it was deep, flashing, piercing."
"You are alarming me," I said tim
orously. "I am sorry, but I must tell you
all," replied Miss Evans. "I saw Elida
start and a nervous tremor crossed
her face. Then in a rapt, wistful ai
titude s"he' leaned slightly forward.
She was like one enrapt, fascinated.
Suddenly, but without removing his
glance, this Dalziell dashed both
hands down upon the keyboard of the
piano. There was a strain of wild,
unearthly music. A look I cannot de
scribe passed over Elida's face. Near
to her was a stand containing a frag
ile glass receptable for calling cards.
She seized this, dashed it violently
to the floor and it shattered to a
thousand atoms. Then with a low cry
she shrank back shuddering, covered
her face with her hands, but when
she looked up her-features were calm,
restful, as natural in their bright
sweetness as ever."
"You astonish me!" was all I could
, "I glanced at young Dalziell," went
on Miss Evans. "There was a strange,
weird expression on his face. I may
calMt triumphant. There was noth
ing sinister to it, but it expressed in
finite satisfaction. He dashed off into
a quick, lively Polish mazurka."
"And the guests?" I asked breath
lessly. "Parsed the incident by in wonder,
too well-bred to notice it by open dis -cussion.
I heard one lady say it was
an accident, another an impulse hys
terical. In my opinion the man had
- hypnotized Elida. For some purpose,
good or evil, he had hypnotized her,
and she, then as now all unconscious
of it. He had tested some occult
power he possessed. Why?"
Alas! I could not solve tiie problem
and passed a sleepless night. Elida ,
arose the next morning, listless and
preoccupied. About ten o clock I left
her alone in the house. I could not
rest. I must know something of this
mysterious Dalziell. I determined to
call upon Mrs. Ritchie.
I had gone two blocks from the
house and was turning into an inter
secting street, when I chanced to look
back. A man was just going up the
steps of our home. In a flash I rec
ognized him as answering to the de
scription Miss Evans had given me
of Dalziell. I hurried back to "the
house. The screen door was unlocked.
I entered noiselessly.- My nerves were
on a tense strain. I knew not what I
feared. I paused to take up. a small
revolver kept for security in the
drawer of the hal rack. Then I pro-
ceeded to the parlor entrance.
An amazing spectacle met my view.
Seated' at a little stand,-her face pale
but placid, her eyes dreamy and
glazedjj was Elida. He held, a piece
of fa'uceted cryBtal in one hand. On
that Elida's eyes were fixed.
"Who are you? What are you do
ing here?" I quavered impulsively,
and the man turned to lace the weap
on in my trembling hand.
He was not in the least moved. He
placed a warning finger to his lip,
never lowering the crystal. -
"For William Hull'," wasJiis aston
ishing announcement In low, musical
"From Willard-Hull!" I cried.
"No for him. Do not interrupt It
is a critical moment. Speak!" he ad
ded, directing the mellow insinuating
word at the transfixedElida and 'fix
ing his glance piercingly upon lier.
"The wall is it east? And which
"No," came in a dreamy, far-away
murmur from Elida. "Not a wall but
"Success!" gasped the stranger
and sank into the nearest chair as if
exhausted after some superhuman
In a few moments the man arose.
He made some movements with hi3