“You will not be the first, Mr. Blayson, to have suppressed a discovery of so great significance.”
“I don’t believe you. Open the door.”
“In a moment. But think of what I have said.”
“Open the door.”
“Half a moment now. You do not care to listen further?”
A policeman growled, “He’s stalling. We’ll break it open.”
“No need for that,” said Kayin. “I shall come out. Perhaps if I speak to you face to face you will believe me.”
He removed the jacket and shirt and tie to which he had become so accustomed these past few months. He stretched his muscles freely, and smiled a bitter smile to himself. He said, “The door opens outward. Please give room.”
He turned the key in the lock, and slammed the door open. Then he leaped forward.
He could hear the shouts of horror, he could see them standing there petrified. It was a reaction that he had counted on. A policeman fired his revolver, but so excitedly that every bullet missed, while he yelled, “It’s not human. It’s not human!”