"But what could have been his object?"
"I could suggest several; but my point at the moment is this: although I am prepared to grant that he had a woman associate of some kind, I can't see that there is any evidence to prove that she was otherwise than an ordinary human being, except that I am disposed to think she was demented."
"You are probably right there, Gatton," I agreed; "and Dr. Damar Greefe was by no means normal; in fact I think he was a dangerous and very brilliant maniac."
"At any rate," added Gatton, "no trace of this Nahémah has been found—which, at the least, is very significant."
"Significant, if you like," I replied; "but for my own part I have no ambition whatever to see again those dreadful green eyes."
"I never did see them," said Gatton musingly; "therefore I can't speak upon the matter; but when we got Dr. Damar Greefe I think we had the head of the conspiracy. How much of his 'statement' is true and how much the product of a diseased mind is something we are never likely to know."
"Nor am I curious to know it," I assured him. "I only desire to forget the tragedies associated with the green eyes of Bâst and to leave the darkness of the past behind—"
"And," said Gatton, with a smile less grim than usual, "you have my best wishes for the future."