his thoughts returned to the paper and the journal which would soon be in everybodys hands , and he realized with a grimaceas if the thought hurtthat he really had no choice now , no choice at all : he simply had to restore the boy , would have to make him match his findings , or the others , the others whom he stupidly , stupidly , in hiswell , he had been confident , hadnt he , but why had he not taken it just a little bit easierwhom he in his need to get even had invited to join him in his research would find not a unique and fantastic boy to examine but a rambling nut , disproving everything .