Valerie, Peggy and Uncle Andy watched the alien, white-faced, uncomprehendingly, as he slowly turned to face them squarely, his eye fairly glittering with inner lights of its own. Then—without warning—he uttered a few unintelligible words, groaned, and fell on his face.
"Quick!" said Uncle Andy. "The gun!" He ran, himself, to pluck it out of Scarface's nerveless fingers.
"But what happened!" exclaimed Valerie. "Is he dead?" She and Peggy did not follow Henry and Martia as they went over to look at the alien.
"Henry," whispered Martia. "What are we? I know what you did!"
Henry paused to look at her. "Martia, Lady Dewitt is not really your mother—is she?"
Martia colored.
"You know there are no secrets between us," he insisted.
"No," she answered. "I am an orphan, like you."
"An orphan equipped with photographic memory and extra-sensory perception," he said, rapidly. "Also, other things, like extended perception in time. You have lately come to sense that your mind was 'fixed,' long ago, to keep you from using your full powers and to prevent you from knowing who or what you were, but these recent experiences have started an awakening process—"
"Yes!" she agreed. "Henry, what—"