Those were dear good people, but they must have carried simplicity and credulity to the limit.

They would stick a pin in my arm and bear on it until they drove it a third of its length in, and then be lost in wonder that by a mere exercise of will-power the professor could turn my arm to iron and make it insensible to pain.

Whereas it was not insensible at all; I was suffering agonies of pain.
After that fourth night, that proud night, that triumphant night, I was the only subject.

Simmons invited no more candidates to the platform.

I performed alone, every night, the rest of the fortnight.