The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . itwould not be wrong to try that experi-ment with poor Bobby. He was will-ing. When he was thoroughly undermy influence I commanded liim toremember—you know—as I said Iwould. But I didnt order him to telline what be remembered. I wantedto be honourable—I thought I wouldjust have him remember, and orderhim to keep the memory when hewoke and then, when he was no longerunder my influence, he could tell meor not, just as he chose. You see ? I nodded, yes—but its nonsense. He became fearfully excited. Itsnot

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The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . itwould not be wrong to try that experi-ment with poor Bobby. He was will-ing. When he was thoroughly undermy influence I commanded liim toremember—you know—as I said Iwould. But I didnt order him to telline what be remembered. I wantedto be honourable—I thought I wouldjust have him remember, and orderhim to keep the memory when hewoke and then, when he was no longerunder my influence, he could tell meor not, just as he chose. You see ? I nodded, yes—but its nonsense. He became fearfully excited. Itsnot nonsense ! I dont know what itis, but its not nonsense. I cant tellyou what happened. It was awful.I thought he would die of terror beforeI could wake him. I had a terribletime. I seemed to lose my power.He wouldnt wake for so long. Andthen when he did wake, he remember-ed, not much, but enough to send himcrazy. Hes crazy now, and its myfault, all my fault. You will be crazy yourself if youdont control yourself. You are talk-ing arrant nonsense. And indeed I thought he was not. I ma ?HE TURNED AT THE DOOR TO SAY ONCE MORE, I THINK. AJTER ALL, YOURE RIGHT. GRAHAM, THERE COULU HARDLY BE ANY HARM IN TRYING IT • 466 THE CANADIAN MAGAZINE responsible for his words. But at myaccusation lie seemed by a great ef-fort to collect himself. His face grewmore natural, and his eyes lookedsane again. It sounds mad, but it is the exacttruth that I have told you. You willsee for yoursef in a moment. Bobbyis coming here. I came on aheadto prepare you. You say he is really mad? I ex-claimed. In what way? Eeligious mania, if you like. Sayshe is a lost soul. Has fits of terror, screams and prays and then becomessunk in despauing torpor. At othertimes he seems half-dazed, as if notquite understanding anything. Its incredible. What could havehappened ? We stared into each others eyes.Brithwaite shook his head. Its thatcursed experiment, but I dont know-how or what. Some of his horrorseemed t