Jonas, having no choice but to assume the position his father had brought down on him, hated the indecent yet patronizing treatment of his mistress, Mrs. Farebrother who secretly lusted for him. Until one day, a stranger walks in on their lives that would become Jonas’ chance of escape. But, he doesn’t know it yet…
“You will stay a few minutes,” said he, as Jonas set the trunk down at the foot of his bed, “and help me with some things I cannot do alone.”
As was expected of him, Jonas bowed his head and said, “Yes, sir,” and waited for instructions.
“Good,” the mesmerist said, separating from the rest a brass key on the end ring of the gold chain hanging from the pockets of his waistcoat in a graceful crescent, and handed it to Jonas.
“Open, if you will, the lock there.”
Jonas stooped before the trunk and turned the key in the latch; a spring gave, and he lifted the lid revealing a sienna colored damask cloth covering whatever was within.
“Very good,” Dr. Orockneau, said. “Now, if you will,” he indicated with a sweep of his arm for Jonas to rise and back away, “I want to show you something I think you will find quite fascinating.”
From under the cloth -- executing an easy plié rather than bending forward -- he extracted a small wheel on the end of a silver chain.
“This!” the mesmerist exclaimed.