the monster men(魔鬼一样的人)-第22章
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door； and as Number Thirteen； warned by the sound of breaking glass；
sprang into the living room he was confronted by the entire horde of
misshapen beings。
His heart went out in pity toward the miserable crew； but he knew that
his life as well as those of the two men in the adjoining room depended
upon the force and skill with which he might handle the grave crisis which
confronted them。 He had seen and talked with most of the creatures
when from time to time they had been brought singly into the workshop
that their creator might mitigate the wrong he had done by training the
poor minds with which he had endowed them to reason intelligently。
A few were hopeless imbeciles； unable to comprehend more than the
rudimentary requirements of filling their bellies when food was placed
before them； yet even these were endowed with superhuman strength； and
when aroused battled the more fiercely for the very reason of their
brainlessness。 Others； like Number Twelve； were of a higher order of
intelligence。 They spoke English； and； after a fashion； reasoned in a
crude sort of way。 These were by far the most dangerous； for as the
power of comparison is the fundamental principle of reasoning； so they
were able to compare their lot with that of the few other men they had
seen； and with the help of von Horn to partially appreciate the horrible
wrong that had been done them。
Von Horn； too； had let them know the identity of their creator； and thus
implanted in their malformed brains the insidious poison of revenge。
Envy and jealousy were there as well； and hatred of all beings other than
themselves。 They envied the ease and comparative beauty of the old
professor and his assistant； and hated the latter for the cruelty of the bull
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whip and the constant menace of the ever ready revolver； and so as they
were to them the representatives of the great human world of which they
could never be a part； their envy and jealousy and hatred of these men
embraced the entire race which they represented。
It was such that Number Thirteen faced as he emerged from the
professor's apartment。
〃What do you want here？〃 he said； addressing Number Twelve； who
stood a little in advance of the others。
〃We have come for Maxon；〃 growled the creature。 〃We have been
penned up long enough。 We want to be out here。 We have come to kill
Maxon and you and all who have made us what we are。〃
〃Why do you wish to kill me？〃 asked the young man。 〃I am one of you。
I was made in the same way that you were made。〃
Number Twelve opened his mismated eyes in astonishment。
〃Then you have already killed Maxon？〃 he asked。
〃No。 He was wounded by a savage enemy。 I have been helping to
make him well again。 He has wronged me as much as he has you。 If I
do not wish to kill him； why should you？ He did not mean to wrong us。
He thought that he was doing right。 He is in trouble now and we should
stay and protect him。〃
〃He lies；〃 suddenly shouted another of the horde。 〃He is not one of us。
Kill him！ Kill him！ Kill Maxon； too； and then we shall be as other men；
for it is these men who keep us as we are。〃
The fellow started forward toward Number Thirteen as he spoke； and
moved by the impulse of imitation the others came on with him。
〃I have spoken fairly to you；〃 said Number Thirteen in a low voice。
〃If you cannot understand fairness here is something you can understand。〃
Raising the bull whip above his head the young giant leaped among
the advancing brutes and lay about him with mighty strokes that put to
shame the comparatively feeble blows with which von Horn had been
wont to deal out punishment to the poor； damned creatures of the court of
mystery。
For a moment they stood valiantly before his attack； but after two had
grappled with him and been hurled headlong to the floor they gave up and
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rushed incontinently out into the maelstrom of the screaming tempest。
In the doorway behind him Sing Lee had been standing waiting the
outcome of the encounter and ready to lend a hand were it required。 As
the two men turned back into the professor's room they saw that the
wounded man's eyes were open and upon them。 At sight of Number
Thirteen a questioning look came into his eyes。
〃What has happened？〃 he asked feebly of Sing。 〃Where is my
daughter？ Where is Dr。 von Horn？ What is this creature doing out of
his pen？〃 The blow of the parang upon the professor's skull had shocked
his overwrought mind back into the path of sanity。 It had left him with a
clear remembrance of the past； other than the recent fight in the living
roomthat was a blankand it had given him a clearer perspective of the
plans he had been entertaining for so long relative to this soulless creature。
The first thought that sprang to his mind as he saw Number Thirteen
before him was of his mad intention to give his daughter to such a
monstrous thing。 With the recollection came a sudden loathing and
hatred of this and the other creatures of his unholy experimentations。
Presently he realized that his questions had not been answered。
〃Sing！〃 he shouted。 〃Answer me。 Where are Virginia and Dr。 von
Horn？〃
〃All gonee。 Me no know。 All gonee。 Maybeso allee dead。〃
〃My God！〃 groaned the stricken man； and then his eyes again falling
upon the silent giant in the doorway； 〃Out of my sight；〃 he shrieked。
〃Out of my sight！ Never let me see you againand to think that I would
have given my only daughter to a soulless thing like you。 Away！
Before I go mad and slay you。〃
Slowly the color mounted to the neck and face of the giant then
suddenly it receded； leaving him as ashen as death。 His great hand gripped
the stock of the bull whip。 A single blow was all that would have been
needed to silence Professor Maxon forever。 There was murder in the
wounded heart。 The man took a step forward into the room； and then
something drew his eyes to a spot upon the wall just above Professor
Maxon's shoulder it was a photograph of Virginia Maxon。
Without a word Number Thirteen turned upon his heel and passed out
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into the storm。
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8 THE SOUL OF NUMBER 13
Scarcely had the Ithaca cleared the reef which lies almost across the
mouth of the little harbor where she had been moored for so many months
than the tempest bro
