Lady of Hay by Barbara Erskine (reading an ebook TXT) 📕

talk about it. " Jo hunched her shoulders. "It was a great party for some. Now please forget about it. "

"But the way Judy behaved was appalling—"

"She's a jealous lady, Tim, fighting for a man. Women are like that. Primeval!"

"And aren't you going to fight too?"

"For Nick? No. " She gave him a bleak smile. "Come on, Tim. Let's go and see some regression!"

Tim glanced at her warningly. "Jo, love. Can you bear in mind that this chap is a friend of a friend? Go easy on the put-downs. "

"I'm not going to put anyone down, Tim. " She hitched her thumb through the strap of the bag on her shoulder. "I'm going strictly as an observer, I shan't say a word. Promise. "

The front door was opened by a woman in a long Laura Ashley dress, her fair hair caught back in an untidy ponytail. She had a clipboard in her hand.

"Mr. Heacham and Miss Clifford?" she confirmed. "The others are all here. Follow me, please. "

The dark hallway was carpeted wall to wall with a thick brown carpet that muffled their footsteps as they followed her past several closed doors and up a flight of stairs to the second floor. There, in a large room, facing onto the long narrow gardens that backed the houses, they found Bill Walton and some dozen other people, already seated on a semicircle of upright chairs.

Walton held out his hand to them. "How are you? As you requested, Tim, I've told everyone that a lady and gentleman of the press will be here. No one objects. " He was a small, wizened man of about fifty, his sandy hair standing out in wisps around his head. Jo looked apprehensively into his prominent green eyes as she shook hands.

Somewhere outside children were playing in the evening sunlight. She could hear their excited shouting and the dull thud as a foot connected with a ball. In the room there was a muted expectant silence. She could see two girls seated side by side at the end of the row. Both now looked distinctly frightened. Next to them a man in a turtleneck sweater whispered to his companion and laughed quietly.

The room was a study—a large, comfortable, untidy room, one end of the wall lined with books, the opposite one hung with a group of Japanese prints mounted on broad strips of fawn linen. Jo took her place on one of the remaining chairs while Tim slipped unobtrusively behind her, perching on the arm of a chair by the fire. He removed the lens cap from his camera and put it quietly down on the seat beside him.

Walton moved to the windows and half drew the curtains, shutting out the soft golden glow of the evening. Then he switched on a desk lamp. He grinned at the small audience before him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, first let me welcome you all. I hope you are going to find this evening instructive and entertaining. Let me say at the outset that there is nothing whatsoever to be afraid of. No one can be hypnotized who does not wish it. " He glanced at Jo as, quietly, she slipped a notebook out of her bag. She rested it, still shut, on her knee. "My usual procedure is to make a few simple tests initially to find out how many of you are good hypnotic subjects, then from among those who seem to be suitable I shall ask for volunteers to be put into deep hypnosis and regressed if possible. I should emphasize that it does not always happen, and there have been occasions when I have found no one at all suitable among my audience. " He laughed happily. "That is why I prefer to have a dozen or so people present. It gives us a better choice. "

Jo shifted uncomfortably on the wooden chair and crossed her legs. Beside her the others were all staring at him, half hypnotized already, she suspected, by the quiet smoothness of his voice.

"Now, " he continued, hitching himself up onto the desk so that he was sitting facing them, his legs swinging loosely, crossed at the ankle. "Perhaps you would all look at my finger. " He raised it slowly until it was level with his eyes. "Now, as I raise my hand you will find that your own right hand rises into the air of its own accord. "

Jo felt her fingers close convulsively around her pencil. Her hands remained firmly in her lap. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the hand of the man next to her as it twitched slightly and moved, then it too fell back onto his knee. She noticed his Adam's apple jump sharply as he swallowed. She looked back at Walton, who was watching them all with apparent lack of interest. "Fine. Now I want you all to sit back and relax against the back of your chairs. Perhaps you would fix your eyes on the light behind me here on the desk. The light is bright and hard on the eyes. Perhaps if you were to close your eyes for a few moments and rest them. " His voice had taken on a monotonous gentle tone that soothed the ears. "Fine. Now it may be that when you try to open them you will find that you can't. Your lids are sealed. The light is too bright to look at. The darkness is preferable. " Jo could feel the nails of her hands biting into her palms. She leaned forward and stared down the line of seated people. Two were blinking at the light almost defiantly. The others all sat quietly, their eyes closed. Walton was smiling. Quietly he stood up and padded forward over the thick carpet. "Now I am going to touch your hands, one by one, and when I pick them up you will find that you cannot put them down. " His voice had taken on a