"Well hang tight. I'll be back from time to time to see how you're getting along—Hi, Doc? What's the good word?"
"It's good," sighed Dr. Caldwell.
"Honest?" yelled McBride. "Enid's O.K.?"
"Fine. From here on in it's a breeze. Oh, I forgot to tell you. She's had her son."
"She's what?" yelled McBride.
"Son. John McBride Junior, I presume. He's an ugly, carrot-colored, monkey-faced, repulsively wrinkled little monster, but Enid says he's the image of the old man."
McBride looked at Caldwell, and then rushed out to Enid's room.
"Image of the old man, hey?" asked Hammond.
"He'll develop," said Dr. Caldwell. "Junior is a Latent Image!"
THE END.