My eyes chanced to drop to the floor. Holding forth the lamp, I saw
there was handwriting on the bit of paper.
I picked it up and read the note, which, even at the last stand,
Calgroni had directed to _me_, Von Meine, chief disparager of his wild
theories:
“_Herr Von Meine, of Vienna, you said I could not do it. You berated
me for my endeavors to alleviate the distress of the insane and
feeble-minded. Yet I know now that I have accomplished it, without
killing the subject as you claimed would be the result of such an
operation. That’s why I followed you here, to show you! It was
successful, Von Meine. I could tell by the way his eyes looked into
mine, when he finally came to. But I could see the brain I had
substituted for Will’s atrophied one was too vigorous--that expression
didn’t belong to Simple Will. I am fleeing before he gains his
strength. I admit my fear; for after this operation the former half-wit
will be a dangerous customer, with the too vigorous and ferocious brain
of the Gorilla Horace in his head!_”