Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-04-19

for Enoch Grade. stepping forward had Pro-
fessor Pip by the collar why. you greedy
old goat, 1 think you would sell out to the
Nazis But you won't. because you haven't
anything TO sell. The minute you set foot In
my bungalow took you for a quack-doc-
toring fake! Zombie-blood? Hell! / think
that thing we saw up there In the forest got
away! think that's Felix's blood in that
hypodermic syringe. You murdered that poor
deaf-mute-threw his body over the cliff
and you're going to try to pull off some
stunt with this miserable. guillotined wo-
mans head"
Murdered my nephew? Stunt? But you
shall see!" Wrenching loose, the Professor
leapt up on the platform Your skeptcism
goes too far, Monsieur Cradel Stand where
you are! Watch See!"
Nothing was clearly visible at that ap-
palling moment think the Professor in
jected that needle somewhere at the base of
that sleeping head-but as he swung around
to face us. got the shock of my life. Made
moiselles eyeids were fluttering. Her lips
had opened a little. saw the nostrils
culver; heard small sigh And then the
eyes were open. Wide Dilated Staring
straight at Enoch and me!
heard Enoch, frozen beside me, groan
"Mademoiselle" Jubilant, shouting, the
Professor bent over her hair. "Mademoiselle,
can you hear me?"
The eyes looked up at him, rolling in ter
rible beauty.
"can you speak," Pig screamed Answer
me! Speak,"
The voice from the head came family. A
whisper Painfully thin in breathless dis
embodiment "Ah, mon Dieu! Where am
II"
"Aliver' the Professors voice trembled
Alive, mademoiselle! Think! Think! What
is the last thing you remember-?"
Tears started from the dark eyelashes
The lips moaned La Guillotine! La Guillo-
tine!" spasm of anguish contorted the
features. And then, looking directly at Enoch
Grade the head spoke, still in that dis
embodied whisper-"Buy not! He tries to
cheat the world"
Crash!
The explosion was simultaneous with the
Professors slap on those speaking lips.
He spun back from the table with cry,
blood squirting from his shoulder A second
explosion dropped me flat. I saw the head
disappear from the platform table; saw
Enoch sway, crumpe down; saw the tent
flaps burst inward; two gunner posed there.
Letterspitz and Grumann! Fat faces malig-
nant. Pistols smoking in their fists.
Hands up! Up. all of you Come here,
Professor We want that zombie plasma!"
\V/HAT they got was revolver blast from
w the Frenchman huddled beside the table
Shot through the stomach, Grumann went
down bawling an astonishing Hell Hitler"
Letterspitz, sweeping the platform with fusil-
lade, dropped the Professor in a riddle. An
other riddle came when he wheeled, aimed
deliberately at Enoch; beloved mo YER
dammit Democracy" and choket off as
glass smashed behind the platform. gunfire
roared, his throat cut by scythe Of bullets
Pitching sideways, Letterspitz fen across
his compatriot. Then Enoch and In a wash
OF smoke, were somehow on our feet. The
tent was a SHAMELESS; the two Germans lying
in a weller; Professor Pig on the platform,
dead; a third person, there, crawling out from
under the operating table. Felix! Without
a sombrero. With head Of magnificent red
hair, frightened blue eyes and lips no longer
deaf-and-dumb. Alive, clutching an anto-
matte, Felix-a sobbing, red-haired girl!
Done with the aid of mirrors That's the
story. The old living head illusion of the
midway-the sideshow-yes the Worlds
Fair Professor Pig had never been to Mos
COW, but he had been to Flushing Meadow,
operating small concession. There he had
met that Hindu swami who knew Of Enoch
and Enoch's fortune; impressed by Enoch's
seeming gullibility. that wolf in goats CLOTH
ing had joined forces with the mindreader in
a swinde calculated to relieve Enoch of a
lot of money.
OF course two Nazi spies running a radio
station atop Morne Lune hadn't entered their
financial calculations. Aimed at Enoch their
swindle ricochetted. Letterspitz and Grum-
ann, instead Of leaving for South America,
had been up there In secret mountain-top
wireless nest; had seen and trailed our ex-
petition and witnessed that swami in a sheet
playing zombie.
Following Enoch and me throughout the
hunt, those Germans had swallowed Felix
phony death hook, line and sinker; they, too
had been suckers for the Professors Won
derful story. So nobody cashed in on Enoch
after ALL unless it was that old hermit Piq
hired to spin us that ghost yarn, and the wax
works museum which sold him that pretty
wax head
Wax head? The one in the alcohol jar.
A relic from some waxworks museum. Marie