woman."

He gulped the rest of his tumbler.

"The next day I moved my office stuff back, and that damned house was
empty.

"'I'm sorry about Mynie, Althea,' I said to the mother, the day
afterward. 'If you ever need any money----'

"'Thank you, Dr. Stanchon, thank you, seh. You couldn't help it. But
I guess she'll never need money, seh,' she said quietly. And she was
right enough, of course.

"She knew. They're not far from the apes, and they know a lot we've
forgotten, I believe. Perhaps forgetting it is what civilised us.

"I never saw Mynie again. She went off East, and George with her.
They're both dead, now. His wife stayed on in the cottage.

"I gave her all the help I could ... it was my fault, I suppose. And
yet, God knows, I meant nothing. I thought _I_ was undertaking that
damned house, you see--how could I tell how the thing worked?"

They watched him eagerly: his face showed that he had more to tell.
Not a man moved, unless it were to knock the ash from his cigar or to
light a fresh one.

"There was a Catholic priest there, then," he said slowly. "He's been
moved higher up, since, and you'd all know his name, if I gave it.
We'll call him Father Kelly--though that wasn't it, of course. He and
I were great friends--he was a little older than I was--and we used to
have many a good talk together, meeting on our rounds, you see. Often
I'd take him miles on his way, and drop my driver out on the road, just
for the pleasure of his company. Of course we disagreed entirely on
what he considered the most important points, but leaving them out, we
were thoroughly congenial, and we were often glad of each other's
opinion, I can tell you, for we often had the same patients.

"Well, a day or two after I'd moved my stuff out of that cursed house,
he came to the office with a drug case he was trying to reform: he'd
persuaded the fellow as far as the pledge went, and I was to talk to
him about diet and exercise and all the rest. After the man left,
Father Kelly looked at me once or twice, talked a bit about the
weather, and finally pulled out his old blackened pipe and looked
around the office.

"'Have ye a bit of tobacco about ye, doctor?' says he. 'If so, and
you're not too busy, I could do with a little rest--I was up all night.'

"I was glad enough, for I felt blue and out of sorts, and we pulled our
chairs in front of the fireplace, from habit, and after a few minutes I
found myself tellin