"What need to say more--except that the man went first, and that the girl died a week later, and that they were buried side by side under the mangum trees?
What need--unless it is to say that I am their murderer ?" "There have been many mistakes made in the name of science," said Philip, clearing his throat.

"This was one.

Your theory was wrong." "Yes, it was wrong," said the doctor, more gently.

"I saved myself by killing them.

My theory died with them, and as fast as I could travel I hurried to that other place in Central America." A soft glow entered into his eyes now, and he came around the stove and took one of Philip's hands between his own, and looked steadily down into his face, while there came a curious twitching about the muscles of his throat.
"Nothing had happened," he said, barely above a whisper.