"I think we might christen them," he said. "Let us call them Lepidoptera Sarakoffii." He tapped the glass again and watched the insects move. "But they are very remarkable," he continued. "Do they appear healthy to you?"
"Perfectly."
"You agree, then, that they are in good condition?"
"They seem to be in excellent condition."
"No signs of decay—or disease?"
"None."
He nodded.
"And yet," he said thoughtfully, "they should be, according to natural law, a mass of decayed tissue."
"Ah!" I looked at him with dawning comprehension. "You mean——?"
"I mean that they should have died long ago."