"There, you see?" exclaimed Crownwall. "Our enemies are all gone!"
He looked around, glowing with victory, at the others at the table, then slowly quieted and sat down. He turned his head away from their accusing eyes.
"Alone," he said, and unconsciously repeated Marshall's words: "We're all alone now."
In silence, the others gathered their papers together and left the room, leaving Crownwall sitting at the table by himself. He shivered involuntarily, and then leaped to his feet to follow after them.
Loneliness, he found, was something that he couldn't face alone.
—L. J. STECHER, JR.
Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Magazine June 1960. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.