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ALTHOUGH science has changed our whole world in a wonderful manner, it is only a blind or foolish person who would say that the changes have not brought many evils. Man cannot interfere with the laws of nature without doing himself a great deal of harm even while he is improving his lot by great leaps and bounds.

Many of the broadest-visioned scientists are beginning to have grave doubts as to how far we should go in upsetting the "balances" of nature that have been built up over millions of years.

We wish to stimulate genius by means of work on our glands, we wish to transplant glands from monkeys to prolong our own bodily mechanism. Although these things may provide a temporary boon to us, their ultimate effect on the delicate mechanism that is our bodies is unknown. They perhaps start in motion some unknown forces, that may succeed in wrecking our nervous. system.

Mr. Cummings had these dangers of modern science in his mind when he wrote this perfect gem of a story. He has poured into these pages all of his accumulated wisdom and keenness, and wrought his words into a picture whose sheer drama cannot be surpassed!

THOSE who anticipate reading here a conventional tale of familiar type, cast in the mould accepted as fictional form had best pass by my few unimportant pages. I am not skilled in such craftsmanship. My chief told me once, when my report was made, that the affair should lie in oblivion. Certainly I was not the one to write it in the guise of fiction. Nor was it suitable as fact for our audible newscasters for it would have aroused too much of doubt, suspicion and horror....

Yet, I write it. For my own diversion, if you will; perhaps, with that morbid quality of the human mind which makes us like to dwell upon a horror...

My name is Georg Blake. I was, that summer of 1948, a novice news-gatherer for the London Vocal-Times. I was in the editing room of the Tower—a sultry August afternoon when the chief called me.

"What do you calculate out of this? Georg?"

An old-fashioned, typescript letter. He tossed it at me and I read it. Signed in ink, quaintly handwritten, "Dr. John K. Roberts."

I had never heard of him. The letter set forth briefly that its writer was upon the eve of a medical experiment which would be of great interest to the public; which might indeed prove of stupendous importance. He was (he wrote) a physician and surgeon retired now many years; a scientist who knew other scientists for the charlatans they really are. Hence, he desired no recognized scientific witnesses; his discovery would he given to the world through the medium of the public newscasters. If the Times cared to avail it...

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