"Perhaps the Martian science was once as great as that. And the Martians might still remember a few of the techniques. Perhaps from our human brains, from our buried memories and desires, they could filch the key and bring to horrible life a thing so monstrous and so terrible--" Her hand went suddenly cold in mine. "Tom, you can't honestly think--" "No," I said. "It's nonsense, of course. Forget it." I didn't tell her what the whispering had seemed to say, deep in my mind. _We've brought you Larsen! You wanted Larsen, and we've made him for you! His flesh and his mind--his cruel strength and his wicked heart! Here he comes, here he is! Larsen, Larsen, Larsen!_ Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _Fantastic Universe_ January 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note. End of Project Gutenberg's The Man the Martians Made, by Frank Belknap Long