Ah, I am wondering! Strange how
the brain controls the brain! What was I saying, Watson?"
"My directions for Mr. Culverton Smith."
"Ah, yes, I remember. My life depends upon it. Plead with him,
Watson. There is no good feeling between us. His nephew,
Watson--I had suspicions of foul play and I allowed him to see
it. The boy died horribly. He has a grudge against me. You
will soften him, Watson. Beg him, pray him, get him here by any
means. He can save me--only he!"
"I will bring him in a cab, if I have to carry him down to it."
"You will do nothing of the sort. You will persuade him to come.
And then you will return in front of him. Make any excuse so as
not to come with him. Don't forget, Watson. You won't fail me.
You never did fail me. No doubt there are natural enemies which
limit the increase of the creatures. You and I, Watson, we have
done our part. Shall the world, then, be overrun by oysters?
No, no; horrible! You'll convey all that is in your mind."
I left him full of the image of this magnificent intellect
babbling like a foolish child. He had handed me the key, and
with a happy thought I took it with me lest he should lock
himself in.
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