She had paid very little attention to what had been said at the time, but she now strained her memory to recapture the sense of the words which had been uttered.

One of the men present, a distinguished scientist, had actually seen the trick done.

He had seen an Indian swarm up the rope and disappear--into thin air! What had he called it?
Collective hypnotism?
Yes, that was the expression he had used.

Some such power Bubbles certainly possessed, and perhaps to-day she had chosen to exercise it by recalling to the minds of those simple village folk the half-forgotten figure of the one-time mistress of Wyndfell Hall.

If she had really done this, Bubbles had played an ungrateful, cruel trick on Lionel Varick.
Blanche at last dropped off to sleep, but Pegler's ridiculous yet sinister story had spoilt the pleasant memories of her day, and even her night, for she slept badly, and awoke unrefreshed..