"Too late!" he croaked. "Too late! They're free again!"
III
o I went to work for Theobald Greco—in his laboratory in Southern California, where we replaced some of the things that had been destroyed.
And one morning I woke up and found my hair was white.
I cried, "Greek!"
Minnie came running in. I don't believe I told you about Minnie. She was Greco's idea of the perfect laboratory assistant—stupid, old, worthless to the world and without visible kin. She came in and stared and set up a cackling that would wake the dead.
"Mister Hampstead!" she chortled. "My, but ain't you a sight!"
"Where's Greco?" I demanded, and pushed her out of my way.
In pajamas and bathrobe, I stalked down the stairs and into the room that had once been a kitchen and now was Greco's laboratory.