e body between us. At first I
felt strongly the bond that held us together. At the start I did not
want to do anything to injure him. I thought we might both live,
taking turns with our one body. But as soon as I tried to make him see
the evil of his ways he began to hate me. His life grew so much worse
that I lost all patience with him. He would pay no attention to my
warnings.

"When he decided that he wanted that appointment to the Municipal Art
Commission, of course, characteristically, he wanted it at once, by
fair means or foul. I warned him not to do anything underhanded and he
told me to mind my own affairs. I told him I'd show him up if he
dabbled in any unscrupulous methods. But he went straight ahead after
what he wanted. You know what the consequences were."

"Yes, I remember," the physician assented. "It was almost my first
intimation, really my first proof, that Felix was not what I, and
everyone, had thought him."

"Oh, he had kept the outside of his life as admirable as any one could
wish. But I knew, long before that, how dirty and misshapen his soul
was. Even then, though, if he had heeded my warnings and shown any
desire to straighten out his theory of life and clean up his methods
of living I would have done my best to help him. At that time I would
even have given up my own desire to live and tried to reincorporate
myself with him. But it was no good, any of it.

"There was the case of that young woman, Miss Andrews, a nice girl,
with talent, and likely to make a fine success in her profession. But
Felix Brand crossed her path, took a fancy to her, talked his damnable
ideas into her head and set her feet on the downward path. She's going
down now at a lively rate, thanks to the lessons she had from him, and
she'll soon be at the bottom. It was that incident as much as any one
thing that determined me I'd live my own life, and the whole of it,
and let him work out his own damnation as fast as he could. I didn't
want to be instrumental in continuing his life as such a source of
evil. Do you, Dr. Annister?"

The little physician sat with his finger-tips softly beating together,
his attention all in drawn and his thought concentrated upon the
problem which had been proposed to him. At last he rose slowly to his
feet and turned his gray eyes upon Gordon, whose intent gaze was
fastened upon his face.

"Your meaning, as I understand it, Mr. Gordon, is that I should
refrain from giving him any assis