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peremptory tone of command. He approached the man next to Jo, ignoring her completely. The man's eyes were open and he watched almost frightened as Walton caught his wrist and lifted the limp hand. He let go and to Jo's surprise the arm stayed where it was, uncomfortably suspended in midair. Walton made no comment. He passed on to the next person in the line. Behind her Jo heard the faint click of the camera shutter.

A moment later it was all over. Gently, almost casually, Walton spoke over his shoulder as he returned to his desk. "Fine, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you. You may lower your hands and open your eyes. And may I suggest that we all have some coffee at this stage while we consider what is going to happen next. "

Jo licked her lips nervously. Her mouth had gone dry as she sat watching the man next to her. His hand had returned slowly to his lap, completely naturally, without any effort of will on his part, as far as she could see. She glanced over her shoulder at Tim. He winked and gave a thumbs-up sign. Then he sank back into his chair. As if at a signal the door had opened behind them and the young woman reappeared wheeling a cart on which sat two large earthenware coffeepots. Unobtrusively she moved up the line of chairs, never speaking, not raising her eyes to meet those of anyone in the room. Jo watched her and found herself wondering suddenly whether it was to stop herself from laughing at their solemn faces.

When they had all had their coffee, Walton sat down once more. He was looking preoccupied as he stirred the cup before him on the desk. Only when the woman had left the room did he speak.

"Now, I'm glad to say that several of you tonight have demonstrated that you are susceptible to hypnosis. What I intend to do is to ask if any one of those people would like to volunteer to come and sit over here. " He indicated a deep leather armchair near the desk. "Bring your coffee with you, of course, and we'll discuss what is going to happen. "

It was several minutes before anyone could be prevailed upon to move, but at last one stout, middle-aged woman rose to her feet. She looked flustered and clutched her cup tightly as she approached the chair and perched on the edge of it.

Walton rose from his desk. "It's Mrs. Potter, isn't it? Sarah Potter. Now, my dear, please make yourself comfortable. " His voice had dropped once more and Jo again found herself sitting upright, consciously resisting the beguilement of the man's tone as she watched the woman lean back and close her eyes. Walton gently took the cup from her and without any preliminary comments began to talk her back into her childhood. After only a slight hesitancy she began to answer him, describing scenes from her early schooldays; they could all plainly hear the change in the quality of her voice as it rose and thinned girlishly. Tim stood up and, creeping forward, dropped on one knee before the woman with his camera raised. Walton ignored him. "Now, my dear, we are going back to the time before you were born. Tell me what you see. "

There was a long silence. "Back, farther back into the time before you were little Sarah Fairly. Before, long before. You were on this earth before. Sarah. Tell me who you were. "

"Betsy. " The word came out slowly, puzzled, half hesitating, and Jo heard a sharp intake of breath from the people around her. She gripped the notepad on her knee and watched the woman's face intently.

"Betsy who?" Walton did not take his eyes from her face.

"Dunno. Just Betsy... "

"You were lucky this evening. " Walton looked from Jo to Tim and back with a grin. "Here, let me offer you a drink. "

The others had gone, leaving Tim packing his cameras and Jo still sitting on her wooden chair, lost in thought. "Three subjects who all produced more or less convincing past lives. That's not bad. "

Jo looked up sharply. "More or less convincing? Are you saying you don't believe in this yourself?"

She saw Tim frown but Walton merely shrugged. He had poured three glasses of Scotch and he handed her one. "I am saying, as would any colleague, Miss Clifford, that the hypnosis is genuine. The response of the subject is genuine, in that it is not prompted by me, but where the personalities come from I have no idea. It is the people who come to these sessions who like to think they are reincarnated souls. " His eyes twinkled roguishly.

Tim set his camera case on a chair and picked up his own glass. "It really is most intriguing. That Betsy woman. A respectable middle-aged housewife of unqualified boringness and she produces all those glorious words out of the gutter! I can't help wondering if that was merely her repressed self trying to get out. " He chortled.

Walton nodded. "I find myself wondering that frequently. But there are occasions—and these are the ones of course that you as reporters should witness—when the character comes out with stuff which they could in no way have prepared, consciously or unconsciously. I have had people speaking languages they have never learned or revealing historical detail that is unimpeachable. " He shook his head. "Very, very interesting. "

Jo had stood up at last. She went to stand by the bookcase, still frowning slightly.

Walton watched her.

"Did you know, Miss Clifford, that you are potentially a good hypnotic subject yourself?"

She swung round. "Me? Oh, no. After all, none of your tests worked on me. "

"No. Because you fought them. Did it not cross your mind that the fact that you had to resist so strenuously might mean something? I was watching you carefully and I suspect you were probably one of the most susceptible people here

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