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|John Barrington Cowles||Arthur Conan Doyle|
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I waited outside the hall until my friend and the ladies came out. Cowles was laughing over his recent experience.
"He didn't succeed with me, Bob," he cried triumphantly, as he shook my hand. "I think he caught a Tartar that time."
"Yes," said Miss Northcott, "I think that Jack ought to be very proud of his strength of mind; don't you! Mr. Armitage?"
"It took me all my time, though," my friend said seriously. "You can't conceive what a strange feeling I had once or twice. All the strength seemed to have gone out of me--especially just before he collapsed himself."
I walked round with Cowles in order to see the ladies home. He walked in front with Mrs. Merton, and I found myself behind with the young lady. For a minute or so I walked beside her without making any remark, and then I suddenly blurted out, in a manner which must have seemed somewhat brusque to her--
"You did that, Miss Northcott."
"Did what?" she asked sharply.
"Why, mesmerised the mesmeriser--I suppose that is the best way of describing the transaction."
"What a strange idea!" she said, laughing. "You give me credit for a strong will then?"
"Yes," I said. "For a dangerously strong one."
"Why dangerous?" she asked, in a tone of surprise.
"I think," I answered, "that any will which can exercise such power is dangerous--for there is always a chance of its being turned to bad uses."
"You would make me out a very dreadful individual, Mr. Armitage," she said; and then looking up suddenly in my face--"You have never liked me. You are suspicious of me and distrust me, though I have never given you cause."
The accusation was so sudden and so true that I was unable to find any reply to it. She paused for a moment, and then said in a voice which was hard and cold--
"Don't let your prejudice lead you to interfere with me, however, or say anything to your friend, Mr. Cowles, which might lead to a difference between us. You would find that to be very bad policy."
There was something in the way she spoke which gave an indescribable air of a threat to these few words.
"I have no power," I said, "to interfere with your plans for the future. I cannot help, however, from what I have seen and heard, having fears for my friend."
"Fears!" she repeated scornfully. "Pray what have you seen and heard. Something from Mr. Reeves, perhaps--I believe he is another of your friends?"
"He never mentioned your name to me," I answered, truthfully enough. "You will be sorry to hear that he is dying." As I said it we passed by a lighted window, and I glanced down to see what effect my words had upon her. She was laughing--there was no doubt of it; she was laughing quietly to herself. I could see merriment in every feature of her face. I feared and mistrusted the woman from that moment more than ever.
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|The Captain of the Polestar
Arthur Conan Doyle
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