Underwood glanced out toward the nutrient bath where the alien slept, where the shadowy outlines of a faintly human figure already appeared in the misty depths of the nutrient solution. "It's got to be Toshmere," he said, and hoped he was right. _CHAPTER SEVEN_ The viewing balcony above the floor of the museum hall was completed and the disciples of the Great One began to flow through in a never-ending stream. To Underwood, it was a sickening, revolting sight. As he watched the faces of those who came and worshipped at the shrine, he saw them transformed, as if they had seen some great vision. They came with burdens of care lining their faces--all ages, young and old--and they left with shining eyes and uplifted faces. There were even sick and crippled who came and left crutches, eyeglasses and trusses. Twice a day, William B. Hennessey stood upon the balcony and uttered a prayer to the Great One, and the stream of fanatic worshipers stopped and bowed down. One of Underwood's biologists, Craven, was so fascinated by the exhibition of mass hysteria that he asked for permission to make a study of it. Underwood forced the spectacle out of his mind. He knew he couldn't endure staying there at the museum if he allowed his mind to dwell upon the decadence of mankind. The mass of protoplasm in the nutrient bath was becoming more and more a typical mammalian embryo, anthropomorphic in most respects, but with differences that Illia and Underwood could not assign to the natural development of the creature, or to the unusual circumstances of its revival, because there was no standard with which to compare it. Then, one day near the end of the fourth month, Underwood received an urgent call from Phyfe. "Come over at once!" he said. "We've found the answer in the repository. We know who the Great One is." "Who?" "I want you to see for yourself." Underwood swore as Phyfe cut off. He turned his observations over to the operator on duty and left the building. The lexicography and philography sections of the institute were in an old sprawling block across the city by the spaceport; the semantics section was also housed there. The repository had been taken there for continued examination. Dreyer and Phyfe met him. The old archeologist was trembling with excitement. "I've found the mummy!" he said. "What mummy?" "The mummy of the one in the repository who was killed by the successful one." "Who was it?" "You'll see. He left a record for the discoverers of the repository." * * * * * They went into the enclosure that had been built to house the alien structure. Inside, the repository looked many times the size it had appeared in space. Underwood followed them into the familiar passages. They went down into the main chamber which had held the protoplasm of the Great One. Then Underwood observed an opening leading lower down. "You found a way into the rest of the repository?"