There came a morning when he gave no answer to the knock on his door. Gently we opened it, lest he might be asleep, but what a shock awaited us! When our eyes became accustomed to the darkness we saw a deserted house, empty save for the ashes of a dying fire. "Doctor" Effiong had gone, carried away in the dead of night by his people; people who had neither visited nor cared for him during his long years of sickness. Why? There is no guessing. The answer to that question will never be known. "It is the custom of our people..." Maybe.