Thirteen a questioning look came into his eyes.

"What has happened?" he asked feebly of Sing. "Where

is my daughter? Where is Dr. von Horn? What is this

creature doing out of his pen?"

The blow of the parang upon the professor's skull had

shocked his overwrought mind back into the path of

sanity. It had left him with a clear remembrance

of the past, other than the recent fight in the

living room--that was a blank--and it had given him

a clearer perspective of the plans he had been entertaining

for so long relative to this soulless creature.

The first thought that sprang to his mind as he saw

Number Thirteen before him was of his mad intention to

give his daughter to such a monstrous thing. With the

recollection came a sudden loathing and hatred of this

and the other creatures of his unholy experimentations.

Presently he realized that his questions had not been answered.

"Sing!" he shouted. "Answer me. Where are Virginia

and Dr. von Horn?"

"All gonee. Me no know. All gonee. Maybeso allee dead."

"My God!" groaned the stricken man; and then his eyes

again falling upon the silent giant in the doorway,

"Out of my sight," he shrieked. "Out of my sight!

Never let me see you again--and to think that I would

have given my only daughter to a soulless thing like

you. Away! Before I go mad and slay you."

Slowly the color mounted to the neck and face of the giant--

then suddenly it receded, leaving him as ashen as death.

His great hand gripped the stock of the bull whip.

A single blow was all that would have been needed

to silence Professor Maxon forever. There was murder

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