Yes, I've done a little in that line--a few cases--but nothing to
equal in importance the work of one or two others. But I've been
pretty successful. Doubtless I can help you. Go on. Tell me about it."

"It's that damned Hugh Gordon!" the architect broke out, turning
savagely toward the doctor, his face distorted with anger and his eyes
blazing. "He's fighting me for my body! He said he'd push me off the
edge, and he's doing it. Save me, Dr. Annister! Save me from him! Send
him back to where he came from!" In sudden realization of the fate
that threatened him Brand sank trembling into his chair.

"I'll try, Felix, I'll do my best, and I'm sure I can help you. But
you must tell me everything about it. How long has this condition been
going on? When did it begin?"

"Oh, I hardly know how to answer that, it came about so gradually.
Last fall, in October, was the first time he--he--came out. But
long before that he was alive, inside of me, and I knew about him
sometimes in my dreams. For years, ever since I was a boy, I have had
occasionally a curious experience in a dream. I would be in the dream
always, but not as myself. I would know, in the dream and afterwards,
that it was I who was feeling, thinking, acting, talking, but at the
same time it would seem to be an entirely different personality. Of
course there is always more or less of that feeling in a dream, but
in this case the divergence was so sharp and the consciousness of a
different individuality was so distinct that it was just as if my
mind, or soul, or whatever it is that holds the essence of myself, had
left me and taken possession of some other individual. Can you tell me
what that meant, Dr. Annister? For it was the beginning of the whole
business, and I've thought, sometimes, that I might have saved myself
all--_this_. Do you think I could?"

Dr. Annister was gazing at his patient with inscrutable eyes, sitting
upright, his fingers tapping. "I can't say now, Felix. I don't know
enough yet. But this experience was probably due to your sub-conscious
self. For we are pretty well assured that there is an existence,
perhaps more than one, in every human being subordinate to that of
which he is conscious, which is himself. Submerged beneath the full
stream of his conscious existence, with all its phases of physical and
psychical activity, this other existence goes on. In most people it is
either so deeply submerged or so closely bound up in their conscious
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