Arizona republican., 1898-02-04
From Clue to Climax.
By Will N. Harben.
(Continued From Yesterday)

(Continued From Yesterday.)
 The portiere was hanging between the two rooms, but Dr. Lampl1in held it behind him as he leaned against one of the folding doors so that Warrenton could see Whidby's bed. The colonel could see the face of the hypnotist. His great flashing eyes were fixed on the sleeper, his brows contracted all his mental force seemed concentrated upon one idea.
 Come, get up, get up!" he said, pres ently. in a tone of command.
 Whidby caught his breath audibly, as one suddenly waking from sleep. He turned over, rose slowly, and put his feet on the floor. Come, stand upi" the hypnotist ordered, firmly. Whidby obeycd. looking as if he were wide awake. Do as you were told to do on the night of the 10th of June. Do it, l say, don't hesitate"
 Slowly Whidby walked toward the window at the head of his bed, but with nayard of it he suddenly stopped, threw up his hand in front of him with a re pellent gesture, and retreated backward to the center of the room. Do it, l say!" repeated the hypnotist. Once more Whidby slowly approached the win dow, with his hand outstretched, but again, with the same gesture, he stopped and retreated to the center of the room.
 The colonel witnessed the whole pro- eeedings. He fancied he saw an eX- pression of veXation on the face of the hypnotist, every muscle of which seemed drawn, every vein about to burst His large eyes seemed to start from their sockets. For the third time, though now no word was spoken, Whidbv approached the window, and chen, with a deep sigh and strange child-like whimper, he returned to his bed and sat down on the side oft.
 Ten minutes passed. The hyprotist stood like a statue. A thrill of sudden fear passed over the colonel. Could any man be sane with that look on his face? Some ore passed along the street whistIing, and carrying lantern. Its Eight danced about on the walls for an instant. In the flashes the colonel saw Whidby had covered his face with his hands.
 ~Come, get up." In the awful silence the tones sounded like a clap of thunder. The colonel heard them ringing in echoes in the hall. Whidby rose, passed The folding doors, and entered Strong -ZooH. The hypnotist released the DOT tiere, letting it fall across the opening and cautiously followed Whidby, who slowly approached the foot of the bed and then went round to the right and bent over the colonel. The young man was breathing hard and exc:tediy. He felt the colonel's body through the GOV ering, and then, turning it down at the top, he pressed his fumbling fingers against Narrenton's bare throat two or three times, then drew himself up, and turing, went slowly back towards the Portiere- lie caught it with his right hand, drew it aside and passed in.
 pr. Lampkin was close behind him, followed by Warrenton. They drew the portiere aside just in time to see Whidby strike the chair which was be- tween him and the bed. He grasped the top of it with his right hand and feaned so far forward that the others thought he was going 10 lose his bal ance and fall on his face. However, he recovered his equilibrium, and paused to replace the shit, wh.ch had fallen on the floor. Then he lay down on the bed turned his face from them and closed His eyes.
 The hypnotist bent over him. "Sleep sleept" he commanded. Then he turned TO the colonel, a look of disappointment on his face. ''Poor chap! I am sorry for him. It looks very much as if he lad been made to commit the deed. ] understand now what caused him tc