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 floor--the glass
cover was broken to a million pieces--a 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