"But if we _don't_ find him," the major said softly, "we'll _never_ know. That's the beauty of it, sergeant. If we don't find him, then he's won. In his own fiendish, twisted way, he's won." "If we don't find him," said the sergeant stolidly, "I think we better keep a sharp eye out for the next intelligent race we meet. He might find 'em first." "Maybe," said the major very softly, "that's just what he wanted. I wish I knew why." THE END