“Allow me to say it for you, then. As I have explained in part, I need--and need in a hurry--more men souls than I have been able to draft since the conception of my Great Intention. Although I’ve never been above taking any outside help I can get, I always have despised the retroaction upon men of women. Since Eve, the fair have been a sickly lot, more given to good influences than bad. Even the experts developed by modern sex and social problems have shown chiefly stupidity. Not the worst of them but have ideas of _bona fide_ reform back of the rows they’re raising. As for the vampires, real ones always have been rare. That Catherine Cabot, to whom you’ve called my attention, is exceptional.” “Yes. Dr. Shayle used to say that Catherine couldn’t be ‘reached’.” “Shayle--is that the name of the ruined healer on your passport?” “Oh, the world was mistaken about him, Your Majesty. Dear Clarke Shayle--he said I saved him.” “Let us hope not, you slave to tradition!” His Highness snapped. “If you knew the deplorable failure I’ve made trying to get bad results from women, you’d agree that I’d best stick to my last--and first--the men. However, since you’ve been séancing with me evenings, certain possibilities of making your sex serve my purposes have opened up before me. In the past my idea has been that the more I could keep women under, the worse the world would be. You have changed my slogan to ‘Turn ’em loose’.” “_I?_” For a moment Satan enjoyed the admixture of humbleness and indignation in her query. “Nice work,” he commented. “Such feminism may be made the most dynamic evil in the universe by one who masters it. De Maupassant thought he had, but his ideas of women were limited to types of his time. I have the one mind that can look at your sex unbiased by sentiment. As I had no mother, all women are before, none behind me. The male may go on and on indefinitely with sex villainies. But the female is likely to learn from one indecency, her Swan Song, as it were. Yet her lamentable limitations need not discourage us, since wars have made the fair population exceed--shall I say, the foul? ‘By their works ye shall know them.’ Your works I know. Ergo, I know you. Unlike your friend of the employment agency, I fit the position to the applicant. Here is the job I had created for you.” He would make her manager, accountable only to himself, of the woman’s department of the mortal world; would teach her the psychology of spiritual communication, so that she might personally direct important cases, as did he in his own field; would place under her charge a school of female fiends whom she might entrust with missions on earth as soon as she deemed them sufficiently proficient in her subtleties, even as he did his demon sleuths.