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tood。 〃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。 Professor Maxon hid his face in his hands。
〃God！〃 he cried。 〃It is all ruined。 Three more days would have〃
〃Look！〃 cried von Horn。 〃It is not too soon。〃
Professor Maxon mustered courage to raise his eyes from his hands； and there he beheld； seated in a far corner of the room a handsome giant； physically perfect。 The creature looked about him in a dazed； uncomprehending manner。 A great question was writ large upon his intelligent countenance。 Professor Maxon stepped forward and took him by the hand。
〃Come；〃 he said； and led him toward a smaller room off the main workshop。 The giant followed docilely； his eyes roving about the roomthe pitiful questioning still upon his handsome features。 Von Horn turned toward the campong。
Virginia； deserted by all； even the faithful Sing； who； cheated of his sport on the preceding day； had again gone to the beach to snare gulls； became restless of the enforced idleness and solitude。 For a time she wandered about the little compound which had been reserved for the whites； but tiring of this she decided to extend her stroll beyond the palisade； a thing which she had never before done unless accompanied by von Horn a thing both he and her father had cautioned her against。
〃What danger can there be？〃 she thought。 〃We know that the island is uninhabited by others than ourselves； and that there are no dangerous beasts。 And； anyway； there is no one now who seems to care what becomes of me； unlessunlessI wonder if he does care。 I wonder if I care whether or not he cares。 Oh； dear； I wish I knew；〃 and as she soliloquized she wandered past the little clearing and into the jungle that lay behind the campong。
As von Horn and Professor Maxon talked together in the laboratory before the upsetting of vat Number Thirteen； a grotesque and horrible creature had slunk from the low shed at the opposite side of the campong until it had crouched at the flimsy door of the building in which the two men conversed。 For a while it listened intently； but when von Horn urged the necessity for dispatching certain 〃terrible； soulless creatures〃 an expression of intermingled fear and hatred convulsed the hideous features； and like a great grizzly it turned and lumbered awkwardly across the campong toward the easterly； or back wall of the enclosure。
Here it leaped futilely a half dozen times for the top of the palisade； and then trembling and chattering in rage it ran back and forth along the base of the obstacle； just as a wild beast in captivity paces angrily before the bars of its cage。
Finally it paused to look once more at the senseless wood that barred its escape； as though measuring the distance to the top。 Then the eyes roamed about the campong to rest at last upon the slanting roof of the thatched shed which was its shelter。 Presently a slow idea was born in the poor； malformed brain。
The creature approached the shed。 He could just reach the saplings that formed the frame work of the roof。 Like a huge sloth he drew himself to the roof of the structure。 From here he could see beyond the palisade； and the wild freedom of the jungle called to him。 He did not know what it was but in its leafy wall he perceived many breaks and openings that offered concealment from the creatures who were plotting to take his life。
Yet the wall was not fully six feet from him； and the top of it at least five feet above the top of the shed those who had designed the campong had been careful to set this structure sufficiently far from the palisade to prevent its forming too easy an avenue of escape。
The creature glanced fearfully toward the workshop。 He remembered the cruel bull whip that always followed each new experiment on his part that did not coincide with the desires of his master； and as he thought of von Horn a nasty gleam shot his mismated eyes。
He tried to reach across the distance between the roof and the palisade； and in the attempt lost his balance and nearly precipitated himself to the ground below。 Cautiously he drew back； still looking about for some means to cross the chasm。 One of the saplings of the roof； protruding beyond the palm leaf thatch； caught his attention。 With a single wrench he tore it from its fastenings。 Extending it toward the palisade he discovered that it just spanned the gap； but he dared not attempt to cross upon its single slender strand。
Quickly he ripped off a half dozen other poles from the roof； and laying them side by side； formed a safe and easy path to freedom。 A moment more and he sat astride the top of the wall。 Drawing the poles after him； he dropped them one by one to the ground outside the campong。 Then he lowered himself to liberty。
Gathering the saplings under one huge arm he ran； lumberingly； into the jungle。 He would not leave evidence of the havoc he had wrought； the fear of the bull whip was still strong upon him。 The green foliage closed about him and the peaceful jungle gave no sign of the horrid brute that roamed its shadowed mazes。
As von Horn stepped into the campong his quick eye perceived the havoc th