"Death would mean investigation, and investigation discovery of that science you gave us a glimpse of." "If I was to let you go," the Mahatma began to argue.
"I would not go! Forward is the only way," King interrupted.

"You've a reason for not having us two men killed.

What is it ?" "I have no reason whatever for preserving this one's life," the Mahatma answered, glancing at me casually.

"For reasons beyond my power of guessing he seems to bear a charmed existence, but he has my leave to visit the next world, and his departure would by no means inconvenience me.

But you are another matter." "How so ?" King asked.