"I don't believe yet in your theory of immortality," he said slowly. "But I do believe that the germ cures sickness. I have had private reports from Birmingham, and to-morrow I'm going to publish them as evidence. You see, Harden, I've decided to back you. To-morrow I'm going to make Gods of you and your Russian associate. I'm going to call you the greatest benefactors the race has known. I'm going to lift you up to the skies." He looked at me earnestly. "Doesn't that stir you?" he asked. "No, I told you that I have no desires." He laughed. "You're dazed. You must have worked incredibly hard. Wait till you see your name surrounded by the phrases I will devise you. I can make men out of nothing." His eyes shone into mine. "I once heard a man say that the trail of the serpent lay across my papers. That man is in an asylum now. I can break men, too, you see. Now I want to ask you something." I watched him with ease, totally uninfluenced by his magnetism--calm and aloof as a man watching a mechanical doll. "Can you limit the germ?" he asked softly. I shook my head. "Can you take any steps to stop it or keep it--within control?" I shook my head again. He stared for a minute at me. "I believe you," he said at last. "It's a pity. Think what we could have done--just a few of us!" He sat for some time drumming his fingers on his knees and frowning slightly. Then he stood up. "Never mind," he exclaimed. "I'm convinced it will cure me. That is the main thing. I'll have plenty of time to realize my dream now, Harden, thanks to you. You don't know what that means--ah, you don't know!" "By the way," I said, "I see you are suggesting that food may become a problem in the future. I think we'll be all right." "Why?" "Well, you see, if there's no desire, there's no appetite." "I don't understand," he said. "It seems clear that if disease is mastered by the germ, then the death-rate will drop, and there will be more mouths to fill. If everyone lives for their threescore and ten, the food question will be serious." "Oh, they'll live longer than that. They'll live for ever, Mr. Jason." He laughed tolerantly. "In any case there will be a food problem," he said in a quiet friendly voice. "There will be more births, and more children--for none will die--and more old people." "There won't be more births," I said. He swung round on his heel. "Why not?" he asked sharply. "Because there will be no desire, Mr. Jason. You can't have births without desires, don't you see?" At that moment Sarakoff entered the room. I introduced him to the great newspaper proprietor. Jason made some complimentary remarks, which Sarakoff received with cool gravity. I could see that Jason was very puzzled. He had seated himself again, and was watching the Russian closely. "The effects of last night have vanished," said Sarakoff to me. "My head is clear again and I have no intention of ever repeating the experiment." "You got back, to some extent."