Mrs. Burbank was ever hypnotized, that you know of."
"Why, only once, possibly twice, at an evening party here. We did have some rather amusing experiments this fall; but it was nothing but fun, of course."
"And who was it that hypnotized her that time?" asked the Seer.
"Why, my friend Colonel Trevellian. He fancied that he had some power, and did succeed in influencing one or two of the company, my wife included. But nothing further ever came of it, and we never tried it again."
"Has the colonel known your wife long?"
"Yes, since before we were married. But, my dear sir, you don't—"
"Mr. Burbank, at present I am merely holding myself sensitive to whatever influences I come in contact with, that's all. As soon as I have soaked myself in them, so to speak, I shall go into a trance and be guided by subconscious mind. I don't know about these things at all. I observe, I listen, I smell; but what works these impressions out in me is deeper than mere sense or mere ratiocination. You must wait patiently, and hope for the best."
He left Burbank disconsolate in the library, and jumping into his limousine, the Master of Mysteries drove to the studio. Here a telegram awaited him. It was from Valeska:
"She is in Troy. Shall find her this evening and wire address."
He despatched an answer, and hurrying to the subway, took an express to Kingsbridge.
On the way his face belied the confident patter by
