What I really wanted was to find Catherine.
And then it came to me that what I really wanted second of all was to possess a body of Mekstrom Flesh, to be a physical superman.
"Suppose," said Miss Macklin unexpectedly, "that it is impossible?"
"Impossible?" I roared. "What have you got that I haven't got?"
"Mekstrom's Disease," replied Miss Macklin quietly.
"Fine," I sneered. "So how do I go out and get it?"
"You'll get it naturally—or not at all," she said.
"Now see here—" I started off, but Mr. Macklin stopped me with an upraised hand.
"Mr. Cornell," he said, "we are in the very awkward position of trying to convince a man that his preconceived notion is incorrect. We can produce no direct evidence to support our statement. All we can do is to tell you that so far as we know, and as much as we know about Mekstrom's Disease, no one has ever contracted the infection artificially."
"And how can I believe you?"