about the size of a florin, and twice as thick. When this was completed, I felt the same kind of pleasant glow going through me as that experienced when the Recorder caught hold of me, but in a modified degree. I told the Recorder this, and he said, "That is all right, my Specimen, you are improving. You will soon be able to dispense with food, and then you can do without those disgusting digestive details of yours." I began to think my fate was now sealed, that he would not rest until he had cut my liver and other digestive organs out, but I was reassured when I remembered his promise to me after leaving the medical museum.
"We will now move on, my Specimen," he said. "Those wires should be concealed by your garments, but they will do as they are for a first trial. I will have to guide you until you get accustomed to your new mode of travel." He took me gently by the arm, and off we started. Had it not been that he held me I should most certainly have gone heads over
