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"
What
did
you
dream
?
"
"
I
dreamed
—
—
"
He
paused
,
and
an
intent
look
of
interest
came
over
his
massive
face
.
"
By
Jove
,
that
’
s
well
thought
of
,
"
said
he
.
"
This
really
will
be
an
exceedingly
interesting
experiment
.
You
are
yourself
a
psychic
subject
—
with
nerves
which
respond
readily
to
any
impression
.
"
"
I
have
never
tested
myself
in
that
direction
.
"
"
Then
we
shall
test
you
tonight
.
Might
I
ask
you
as
a
very
great
favour
,
when
you
occupy
that
couch
tonight
,
to
sleep
with
this
old
funnel
placed
by
the
side
of
your
pillow
?
"
The
request
seemed
to
me
a
grotesque
one
;
but
I
have
myself
,
in
my
complex
nature
,
a
hunger
after
all
which
is
bizarre
and
fantastic
.
I
had
not
the
faintest
belief
in
Dacre
’
s
theory
,
nor
any
hopes
for
success
in
such
an
experiment
;
yet
it
amused
me
that
the
experiment
should
be
made
.
Dacre
,
with
great
gravity
,
drew
a
small
stand
to
the
head
of
my
settee
,
and
placed
the
funnel
upon
it
.
Then
,
after
a
short
conversation
,
he
wished
me
good
night
and
left
me
.
I
sat
for
some
little
time
smoking
by
the
smouldering
fire
,
and
turning
over
in
my
mind
the
curious
incident
which
had
occurred
,
and
the
strange
experience
which
might
lie
before
me
.
Sceptical
as
I
was
,
there
was
something
impressive
in
the
assurance
of
Dacre
’
s
manner
,
and
my
extraordinary
surroundings
,
the
huge
room
with
the
strange
and
often
sinister
objects
which
were
hung
round
it
,
struck
solemnity
into
my
soul
.
Finally
I
undressed
,
and
turning
out
the
lamp
,
I
lay
down
.
After
long
tossing
I
fell
asleep
.
Let
me
try
to
describe
as
accurately
as
I
can
the
scene
which
came
to
me
in
my
dreams
.
It
stands
out
now
in
my
memory
more
clearly
than
anything
which
I
have
seen
with
my
waking
eyes
.
There
was
a
room
which
bore
the
appearance
of
a
vault
.
Four
spandrels
from
the
corners
ran
up
to
join
a
sharp
,
cup
-
shaped
roof
.
The
architecture
was
rough
,
but
very
strong
.
It
was
evidently
part
of
a
great
building
.
Three
men
in
black
,
with
curious
,
top
-
heavy
,
black
velvet
hats
,
sat
in
a
line
upon
a
red
-
carpeted
dais
.
Their
faces
were
very
solemn
and
sad
.
On
the
left
stood
two
long
-
gowned
men
with
port
-
folios
in
their
hands
,
which
seemed
to
be
stuffed
with
papers
.
Upon
the
right
,
looking
toward
me
,
was
a
small
woman
with
blonde
hair
and
singular
,
light
-
blue
eyes
—
the
eyes
of
a
child
.
She
was
past
her
first
youth
,
but
could
not
yet
be
called
middle
-
aged
.
Her
figure
was
inclined
to
stoutness
and
her
bearing
was
proud
and
confident
.
Her
face
was
pale
,
but
serene
.
It
was
a
curious
face
,
comely
and
yet
feline
,
with
a
subtle
suggestion
of
cruelty
about
the
straight
,
strong
little
mouth
and
chubby
jaw
.
She
was
draped
in
some
sort
of
loose
,
white
gown
.
Beside
her
stood
a
thin
,
eager
priest
,
who
whispered
in
her
ear
,
and
continually
raised
a
crucifix
before
her
eyes
.
She
turned
her
head
and
looked
fixedly
past
the
crucifix
at
the
three
men
in
black
,
who
were
,
I
felt
,
her
judges
.
As
I
gazed
the
three
men
stood
up
and
said
something
,
but
I
could
distinguish
no
words
,
though
I
was
aware
that
it
was
the
central
one
who
was
speaking
.
They
then
swept
out
of
the
room
,
followed
by
the
two
men
with
the
papers
.
At
the
same
instant
several
rough
-
looking
fellows
in
stout
jerkins
came
bustling
in
and
removed
first
the
red
carpet
,
and
then
the
boards
which
formed
the
dais
,
so
as
to
entirely
clear
the
room
.
When
this
screen
was
removed
I
saw
some
singular
articles
of
furniture
behind
it
.
One
looked
like
a
bed
with
wooden
rollers
at
each
end
,
and
a
winch
handle
to
regulate
its
length
.
Another
was
a
wooden
horse
.
There
were
several
other
curious
objects
,
and
a
number
of
swinging
cords
which
played
over
pulleys
.
It
was
not
unlike
a
modern
gymnasium
.
