Faintly the voice breathed:  “Yes.”

“Tell me what it is you know.”

“Your will is my law.”

“You will not resist my will, you cannot.  Tell me that.”

“I will not resist your will, I cannot.”

“Good.  I, Prince Victor Vassilyevski, am your father.  You believe that.  Do you understand?  Tell me what you believe.”

“I believe that you, Prince Victor Vassilyevski, are my father.”

“You will not forget these things?”

“I shall not forget.”

“In all things.”

“I will obey you in all things.”

“Without question or faltering.”

“Without question or faltering.”

“You recall what arrangements we made this afternoon for to-morrow?”

“I remember.”

“Listen carefully.  Memorize my wishes with respect to our visit to Frampton Court, remembering that I communicate my will, which you must obey.”

The girl remained silent, waiting.  Victor took a moment to marshall his thoughts, then proceeded: 

“After arriving at Frampton Court, you will make occasion quietly to find out how your room is situated in relation to the boudoir of Lady Randolph West.  You will do this without knowing why you do it.  You understand?”

“Yes.”

“At night, on going to bed, you will go promptly to sleep.  After an hour you will wake up, put on a dressing gown and slippers, and proceed to Lady Randolph West’s boudoir, taking care not to be observed.  Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Once in the boudoir, you will proceed to the safe where Lady Randolph West keeps her jewels.  It will not be locked, she is careless in such matters.  Having found the safe, you will open it, take whatever jewels you find therein, and return to your room.  All this you will perform with utmost circumspection, taking all pains not to make any noise.  In your room you will hide the jewels in your dressing-case.  Then you will go back to bed and to sleep.  Have you committed all this to memory?”

The sleeping girl answered in the affirmative.  Then, to the injunction, “Tell me what you are to do to-morrow night?” she repeated in a toneless voice every item of the programme outlined for her, while Victor nodded in undisguised delight, and Shaik Tsin grinned blandly over her head.

“On waking up to-morrow morning, you will remember nothing of my instructions, but you will carry them precisely as memorized in your subconciousness, and you will carry them out without thought of opposition to my will, understanding that you are without will of your own in this matter.  Finally, on waking up on the morning following your abstraction of the jewels, you will remember nothing of the affair until reminded of it by me, and then only this much:  That in obedience to irresistible impulse, you stole the jewels.  Is that clear?  Repeat ...”

Without a mistake the woman in hypnosis iterated the commands imposed upon her.