His plan had worked and the others' hadn't, but then all his plan had consisted of was doing nothing. That was all he and Martin had done ... nothing. Were they absolved of all responsibility merely because they had stood aside and taken advantage of the others' weaknesses? "Why," Martin said to himself, "in a sense, it could be said that I have fulfilled my original destiny--that I am a criminal." Well, it didn't matter; whatever happened, no one could hold him to blame. He held no stake in the future that was to come. It was other men's future--other men's problem. He died very peacefully then, and, since he was the only one left on the ship, there was nobody to bury him. The unmanned yacht drifted about the seas for years and gave rise to many legends, none of them as unbelievable as the truth. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Man Outside, by Evelyn E. Smith