. . . When
no man rules. . . . Not even himself. . . . It is because we are
idle, because we keep our wits slack and our wills weak that these
poor devils live in hell. These things happen here and everywhere
when the hand that rules grows weak. Away in China now they are
happening. Persia. Africa. . . . Russia staggers. And I who
should serve the law, I who should keep order, wander and make
love. . . . My God! may I never forget! May I never forget!
Flies in the sunlight! That man's face. And those six men!
"Grip the savage by the throat.
"The weak savage in the foreign office, the weak savage at the party
headquarters, feud and indolence and folly. It is all one world.
This and that are all one thing. The spites of London and the
mutilations of Macedonia. The maggots that eat men's faces and the
maggots that rot their minds. Rot their minds. Rot their minds.
Rot their minds. . . ."
To Amanda it sounded like delirium.
"CHEETAH!" she said suddenly between remonstrance and a cry of
terror.
The darkness suddenly became quite still.
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