“Throw away your dagger, little Mia; I’m going to live.”
She screamed and fell on her knees beside me, weeping and laughing at the same time. Women are strange beings, of mixed and powerful emotions, truly.
Windyard entered and grasped the hand which I could not lift from the bed.
“You’re a case for an ordinary human physician now, Costigan,” he said. “Even a layman like myself can tell that. For the first time since I’ve known you, the look in your eyes is entirely sane. You look like a man who has had a complete nervous breakdown, and needs about a year of rest and quiet. Great heavens, man, you’ve been through enough, outside your dope experience, to last you a lifetime.”
“Tell me first,” said I, “was Kathulos killed in the explosion?”
“I don’t know,” answered Windyard somberly. “A
