Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-04-19
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of the decapitation you will see II was severed
from those shoulders by La Guillotine."
Murderess! La Guillotine! For all the
tropic night outside. the bungalow went as
cold as an igloo.
In the face OF our appallment, the Pro-
fessor went on to say he had picked 1t up at
cut rate-his very words-at a French
penal colony.
The woman's crimes must have been
extraordinary ones for her head was rushed to
the prison laboratory to be preserved for
future study by criminologists. Is it not In a
remarkable state of preservation? Observe"
the Professor gestured. lit Is as fresh as a
daisy Thus / chose II as a perfect subject
for experimentation Enfin, know only her
initials, Mademoiselle l. d. s.
He displayed some kind of certificate,
which he showed US a bill Of sale. Enoch,
staring at the jar, looked seasick. and sup
pose I did, too. But then the Frenchman
came to the high point of his speech.
IT propose, messieurs to track down that
living corpse seen on the mountain. To in
ject some of it's blood into this head To
bring this head back to life so that the brain
shall remember. the eyes shall open the lips
shall speak. Can you comprehend the i'm
plication Of that?" he droned at Enoch. 1T
would mean we have solved the mystery Of
resurrection! Give US plasma which would
restore life, not only to the body, but to any
part Of the body! Think Of the possibilities!
No man could ever be destroyed. no human
killed no soldier die on the battlefield. Death
would become a thing Of the past! Think,
for example, what a ruthless despot bent on
conquest would give for such ife-pre-
serving secret Think, too. what 1t would mean
to all mankind If used for mankind's benefit.
tx mil he aad
His eyes bIazed at us. But there is no
time to lose We must start our hunt for the
un-dead dead tomorrow morning. Do you
realize. messieurs. the human race is about
to destroy itself? To spare 1t from that
catastrophe we must find a zombie!"
It's all there in my memories Of that tune,
"Red-Headed Gal" The bungalow in lamp
light. That redhead on the table. The deaf
mute shy In corner. The Frenchman in a
posture of appeal. Enoch staring at that
jar, then at the Professor. He thought
the Frenchman mad could see that
That was the time for Enoch to have
given our visitor the gate. But Enoch was
staring at that head in the glass jar. He de-
layed too long. Hoofbeats broke loose in the
night, riding fast up the valley trail. Pro-
fessor Pig put the head back into the hatbox
Horsemen haifooed and Enoch darted out to
the verandah.
Shadowy in moonlight, were the natural
lists from down river. They explained, ex-
citedly, Europe Is at war;"
War" Enoch cried
Hitler has swept into Poland. France
and England are fighting. 1t has been raging
for a month. We are leaving. Good-by"
They were gone. Enoch came inside, his
face pale Professor Piq. standing alert guard
over the hatbox nodded somberiy.
"You thought me mad. no? But the
cataclysm has begun"
I'll join your zombie-hunt," Enoch said
in an unnatural voice. When do we start?"
WYE SET out for Morne Lune at dawn
w Professor Pip and his silent nephew,
-Enoch, myself and Bingo
Vainly had reminded Enoch OF the noun
tans bad reputation. News OF war had con-
WINGED him Of the Professors sanity just as
the coincidence of inherting fortune had
once convinced him there was something" in
the clairvoyant powers of that Worlds Fair
swami
You know there are unsolved mysteries,
Bill. Voodoo is one of them Professor Pig
was right about the cataclysm Maybe in this
zombe theory he's got something
He had something. all right. In that
hatbox riding side-Saddle. Mademoiselle!
Yes. that redhead went along with US I'VE
cannot leave her at the bungalow" the Pro-
lessor swore. Some native might make off
with her. She must go with us" She did.
AS moved on. that head acquired per-
sonalty. Perhaps it was the Professors
naming it. referring to 1t in the third person
feminine. treating it as doctor might treat
patient Nightly her hair must be comoed;
the alcohol changed. Felix always handled
this ritual in the privacy Of his tent, and then
the Jar would be there at our campfire with
the deaf mute presiding over it.
"Mademoisee must be kept in good shape
for her operation" Professor Pig would say
DO YOU notice the expression on her face,
messieurs? But who can deny that in her
brain the soul may still exist"
I think that's what captured Enochs inn
agination. That the brain in that redhead
preserved in blue alcohol might still contain
a soul!
He spoke to me about 1t. WHO knows
Bill? II the soul should still be there IN that
woman's BRAIN"
"Enoch" I snarled have you gone
crazy, too"