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k of a moment or two for the Chinaman to creep stealthily through the dense underbrush to a point directly above them and not three yards from where they conversed in low tonesyet sufficiently loud that Sing missed not a word。
〃I tell you； Bududreen； that it will be quite safe；〃 the tall Malay was saying。 〃You yourself tell me that none knows of the whereabouts of these white men； and if they do not return your word will be accepted as to their fate。 Your reward will be great if you bring the girl to me； and if you doubt the loyalty of any of your own people a kris will silence them as effectually as it will silence the white men。〃
〃It is not fear of the white men； oh； Rajah Muda Saffir； that deters me；〃 said Bududreen； 〃but how shall I know that after I have come to your country with the girl I shall not myself be set upon and silenced with a golden kristhere be many that will be jealous of the great service I have done for the mighty rajah。〃
Muda Saffir knew perfectly well that Bududreen had but diplomatically expressed a fear as to his own royal trustworthiness； but it did not anger him； since the charge was not a direct one； but what he did not know was of the heavy chest and Bududreen's desire to win the price of the girl and yet be able to save for himself a chance at the far greater fortune which he knew lay beneath that heavy oaken lid。
Both men had arisen now and were walking across the beach toward a small； native canoe in which Muda Saffir had come to the meeting place。 They were out of earshot before either spoke again； so that what further passed between them Sing could not even guess； but he had heard enough to confirm the suspicions he had entertained for a long while。
He did not fish for gulls that day。 Bududreen and Muda Saffir stood talking upon the beach； and the Chinaman did not dare venture forth for fear they might suspect that he had overheard them。 If old Sing Lee knew his Malays； he was also wise enough to give them credit for knowing their Chinamen； so he waited quietly in hiding until Muda Saffir had left； and Bududreen returned to camp。
Professor Maxon and von Horn were standing over one of the six vats that were arranged in two rows down the center of the laboratory。 The professor had been more communicative and agreeable today than for some time past； and their conversation had assumed more of the familiarity that had marked it during the first month of their acquaintance at Singapore。
〃And what of these first who are so imperfect？〃 asked von Horn。 〃You cannot take them into civilization； nor would it be right to leave them here upon this island。 What will you do with them？〃
Professor Maxon pondered the question for a moment。
〃I have given the matter but little thought；〃 he said at length。 〃They are but the accidents of my great work。 It is unfortunate that they are as they are； but without them I could have never reached the perfection that I am sure we are to find here；〃 and he tapped lovingly upon the heavy glass cover of the vat before which he stood。 〃And this is but the beginning。 There can be no more mistakes now； though I doubt if we can ever improve upon that which is so rapidly developing here。〃 Again he passed his long； slender hand caressingly over the coffin…like vat at the head of which was a placard bearing the words； NUMBER THIRTEEN。
〃But the others； Professor！〃 insisted von Horn。 〃We must decide。 Already they have become a problem of no small dimensions。 Yesterday Number Five desired some plantains that I had given to Number Seven。 I tried to reason with him； but； as you know； he is mentally defective； and for answer he rushed at Number Seven to tear the coveted morsel from him。 The result was a battle royal that might have put to shame two Bengal tigers。 Twelve is tractable and intelligent。 With his assistance and my bull whip I succeeded in separating them before either was killed。 Your greatest error was in striving at first for such physical perfection。 You have overdone it； with the result that the court of mystery is peopled by a dozen brutes of awful muscularity； and scarcely enough brain among the dozen to equip three properly。〃
〃They are as they are；〃 replied the professor。 〃I shall do for them what I canwhen I am gone they must look to themselves。 I can see no way out of it。〃
〃What you have given you may take away；〃 said von Horn； in a low tone。
Professor Maxon shuddered。 Those three horrid days in the workshop at Ithaca flooded his memory with all the gruesome details he had tried for so many months to forget。 The haunting ghosts of the mental anguish that had left him an altered manso altered that there were times when he had feared for his sanity！
〃No； no！〃 he almost shouted。 〃It would be murder。 They are〃
〃They are THINGS；〃 interrupted von Horn。 〃They are not humanthey are not even beast。 They are terrible； soulless creatures。 You have no right to permit them to live longer than to substantiate your theory。 None but us knows of their existenceno other need know of their passing。 It must be done。 They are a constant and growing menace to us all； but most of all to your daughter。〃
A cunning look came into the professor's eyes。
〃I understand；〃 he said。 〃The precedent once established； all must perish by its edicteven those which may not be grotesque or bestialeven this perfect one；〃 and he touched again the vat； 〃and thus you would rid yourself of rival suitors。 But no！〃 he went on in a high； trembling voice。 〃I shall not be led to thus compromise myself； and be thwarted in my cherished plan。 Be this one what he may he shall wed my daughter！〃
The man had raised himself upon his toes as he reached his climaxhis clenched hand was high above his head his voice fairly thundered out the final sentence； and with the last word he brought his fist down upon the vat before him。 In his eyes blazed the light of unchained madness。
Von Horn was a brave man； but he shuddered at the maniacal ferocity of the older man； and shrank back。 The futility of argument was apparent； and he turned and left the workshop。
Sing Lee was late that night。 In fact he did not return from his fruitless quest for gulls until well after dark； nor would he vouchsafe any explanation of the consequent lateness of supper。 Nor could he be found shortly after the evening meal when Virginia sought him。
Not until the camp was wrapped in the quiet of slumber did Sing Lee returnstealthy and mysteriousto creep under cover of a moonless night to the door of the workshop。 How he gained entrance only Sing Lee knows； but a moment later there was a muffled crash of broken glass within the laboratory； and the Chinaman had slipped out； relocked the door； and scurried to his nearby shack。 But there was no occasion for his haste no other ear than his had heard the sound within the workshop。
It was almost nine the following morning before Professor Maxon and von Horn entered the laboratory。 Scarcely had the older man passed the doorway than he drew up his hands in horrified consternation。 Vat Number Thirteen lay dashed to the floorthe glass cover was broken to a million piecesa sticky； brownish substance covered the matting。 Pr