Manchurian Books

"What were we to do? Precisely the same arguments that had kept us
there the night before held good now--and doubly good. We could not
abandon these two; could not go as long as there was the faintest hope
of finding them--and yet for love of each other how could we remain? I
loved my wife,--how much I never knew until that day; and she loved me
as deeply.
"'It takes only one each night,' she pleaded. 'Beloved, let it take
me.'
"I wept, Walter. We both wept.
"'We will meet it together,' she said. And it was thus at last that
we arranged it."
"That took great courage indeed, Throckmartin," I interrupted. He
looked at me eagerly.
"You do believe then?" he exclaimed.
"I believe," I said. He pressed my hand with a grip that nearly
crushed it.
"Now," he told me. "I do not fear. If I--fail, you will follow with
help?"
I promised.
"We talked it over carefully," he went on, "bringing to bear all our
power of analysis and habit of calm, scientific thought. We considered
minutely the time element in the phenomena.


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