Direct suggestion is suggestion directed against the expression of the symptoms, a struggle between your authority and the motives of the disease.

“De Montfort,” said one, “what thinkest thou of it? Can it be that the Queen is right and that Richard lies dead beneath these black waters?”

“My God!” he exclaimed at last. “You mean that you wish me to murder Leopold with my own hands?”

“You will be the greatest swordsman in the world when you are twenty, my son,”

“You are Leopold Rubinroth, sire, by the grace of God, king of Lutha,” cried the frightened man. “Have mercy on an old man, your majesty.”

How long he slept he did not know, but some time during the night he was awakened by the sound of voices apparently close to his ear.

“I am no king’s man,”

“Do not make an outcry,” he whispered in very poor Serbian. “I am not Stefan; but I am a friend.”

“Pardon me, general,” interrupted Maenck. “I am well acquainted with Mr. Custer, who spent some time in Lutha a couple of years ago. This man is not he.”

Barney clung to him for several minutes longer, until there was not the slightest indication of remaining life.