Gwent, I am positive that this same Supreme Intelligence expects his creature, Man, to help Him in the evolvement and work of the Universe! It is the only reasonable cause for Man's existence.

We must help, not hinder, the scheme of which we are a part.

And wherever hindrance comes in we are bound to remove and destroy it!" The last ash of Gwent's cigar fell to the floor, and Gwent himself rose from his chair.
"Well, I suppose we've had our talk out"-- he said; "I came here prepared to offer you a considerable sum for your discovery--but I can't go so far as a Government pledge.

So I must leave you to it.

You know"-- here he hesitated--"you know a good many people would consider you mad--" Seaton laughed.
"Oh, that goes without saying! Did you ever hear of any scientist possessing a secret drawn from the soul of nature that was not called 'mad' at once by his compeers and the public?
I can stand THAT accusation! Pray Heaven I never get as mad as a Wall Street gambler!" "You will, if you gamble with the lives of nations!" said Gwent.
"Let the nations beware how they gamble with their own lives!" retorted Seaton--"You say war is a method of money-making--let them take heed how they touch money coined in human blood! I--one man only,--but an instrument of the Supreme Intelligence,--I say and swear there shall be no more wars!" As he uttered these words there was something almost supernatural in the expression of his face--his attitude, proudly erect, offered a kind of defiance to the world,--and involuntarily Gwent, looking at him, thought of the verse in the Third Psalm-- "I laid me down and slept; I awaked for the Lord sustained me.