Morgan Robertson

“ I asked jovially, as a matter of habit when asking that question; for I was perspiring myself.
“Oh, my stomach!” he wailed. “Shall I never get over this dyspepsia?”
“Dyspepsia?” I answered. “I heard it was gastritis. Open your mouth. Let me see your tongue.” ”

“ He knew nothing of the nature of his strange power, nor of its effects when abused. Some men he could not influence in the least. Mr. Fanton and myself were in this class. He hated policemen because they invariably illtreated him. He had hated Mr. Fanton for abusing him at the galley door (Fanton, it seemed, had not told all) . He was willing, if he could, to undo the harm done to Mr. Dart, provided he was not to be further punished. ”

“ She proved faster than our captain and mate supposed. She was gone when we reached Gibraltar, but had left behind a young man, whom I met on the quay. He informed me that he had been private physician to Mr. Fanton, a guest of the Javelin, but had been discharged—on the instigation, he suspected, of the owner, who was undoubtedly crazy, but who still possessed a powerful hypnotic influence over Mr. Fanton.
This was interesting, and I questioned the youngster. Yes, Mr. Dart, crazy as he was, needed but to look into the eyes of Mr. Fanton, and the latter would go instantly to sleep. ”

“ Eet is propare wiz a policeman pull ze nose—you see? You pull ze nose, and zen you—ah—you keel him—you give him ze lead!”
Dart's eyes were wide open now, and except for their slight fixity of expression he looked wide awake. He stepped quickly up to the unsuspecting invalid, seized him by the nose, and tweaked it viciously. Fanton, gritting his teeth in pain, struck out wildly with open hand and knocked Dart off his feet. ”