The Return of Doctor X Page #6

And now are you satisfied?

That's good enough for me.

It's remarkable, Dr. Flegg.

Needless to say, it took a much

greater period to revive Dr. X,

but the procedure was

essentially the same.

As you know,

I claimed the body and pretended

to bury it in Greenlawn Cemetery.

But immediately after the execution,

I brought it here to the laboratory.

Suffice it to say that after six

hours of the most intense work,

his heart began to beat.

And in another hour,

he opened his eyes and spoke to me.

Well, what I want to know is, why

did you bring Xavier back to life?

He was a convicted murderer.

True, in the eyes of

society, he was a murderer.

But he was also a medical genius.

And I felt that he had

been a martyr to science.

Was that the only reason?

No. Not quite.

In addition to the experiments

of the type you have just seen,

I needed him for further research.

Gentlemen, shall we

go back to my office?

Well, gentlemen, if that's all, it's

late. I'm getting a little tired...

One more thing I'd

like to ask you, Doctor.

Could you revive anybody,

no matter how they died?

Yes, I believe I could.

Then maybe you brought

Angela Merrova back to life.

Miss Merrova was a

patient of mine, yes.

And maybe you know who

killed her, too, huh?

I had nothing to do with that.

I'm interested in saving life,

not in destroying it.

These further experiments you

mentioned, what are they, Dr. Flegg?

Rhodes, surely you can understand.

After we've recreated life,

the second and greater

problem is to sustain it.

In order to do that,

we must be able to

give the person a new bloodstream.

For six years in that laboratory,

I've been striving to create a

usable, workable, synthetic blood.

Synthetic blood?

That's the blood I

found in Merrova's body.

That artificial quality

was your synthetic blood.

And those phony stains

in Rodgers' apartment.

Yes.

But why did she die, if you've

created a synthetic blood?

But I haven't, Rhodes.

It's true that my formula will

sustain life for a short period.

But unlike human blood,

it fails to recreate itself.

Somehow,

somewhere, the magic element

of life has eluded me.

How is it that that Quesne

manages to keep alive?

- Why I...

- I'll tell you how.

By killing for human blood.

Yes, but he had to.

He warned me. Told me he was dying.

Begged me to help him, but I refused.

Then I realized

that my work had ended not in failure

but in disaster.

Angela Merrova had been murdered.

Quesne saw her here in my office

and knew that she was

number one blood type.

The type he needed.

She was his first victim.

When I discovered what had happened,

I brought her back to life.

But I knew it was only

for a short period.

Her death was inevitable.

Dr. Flegg, you knew this all the time

and you didn't say anything

to the police about it?

I wanted to.

But I was hoping every

hour, every minute

that I'd find the secret.

Thousands of lives could be saved

if I could perfect my formula.

That's all over now.

Quesne will continue to

kill until he's destroyed.

My experiments have

turned into madness.

I've created a monster.

May God forgive me.

I'm sorry, Dr. Flegg.

There's no time to be sorry.

We've got to tell the police

and I've got to get to my paper.

Goodbye, Dr. Flegg.

Mike, nothing like this

has ever happened before.

It's the greatest story

I've ever had in my life.

- Hey. Hold on. Not so fast.

- Roy.

Gee, it's lucky we ran into you.

Yeah, lucky for me. I've been looking

all over town for you two guys.

Cuff them, Moran.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

We haven't done anything.

No? What were you doing at

Greenlawn Cemetery tonight?

- We can explain that.

- Not to me you can't.

Snatching bodies is against the law.

Now, hold on minute, will you, Roy?

We got the answers to those

murders. Now, listen...

Flegg.

You told them about me.

Yes.

In a few minutes, the police will

be looking all over the city for you.

You might as well give yourself up.

No, you gave me this life and I'm

going to keep it as long as I can.

I want that list of blood donors.

The addresses in that book of yours.

I won't give them to you.

Dr. Flegg?

Quesne.

The book.

He's got the book of addresses.

What's he talking about, Mike?

The list of blood donors. Joan's name's

in that book and Quesne got it now.

Moran, you call an ambulance. Stay

here and take charge of things.

- Come on, Roy. We need your help.

- All right.

Boys, you can get in my car.

- Paper.

- Miss Vance.

Yes?

My name is Quesne.

Dr. Rhodes was called

to Dr. Flegg's home.

He asked me to meet

you and bring you there.

- Thank you.

- I have a cab waiting.

It's all right.

Come on, come on, Lieutenant.

Can't you go any faster?

I thought Dr. Flegg

lived on 86th Street.

He moved last week. Sutton Place.

Extra. Extra.

Say, buddy. Did you

see Miss Vance tonight?

Yeah. Not more than a half hour ago.

A guy stopped her and talked to her

and they got into

Shorty's cab and drove off.

- Was it a pasty-faced guy?

- Yeah, a funny looking mug.

You have any idea where they went?

Before the girl come, I

heard him say to Shorty

- something about going to Jersey.

- Jersey?

Catch a gander at that.

That's an old duck club,

just outside of Newark,

the place where he

starved that baby to death.

It all ties up, Mike.

Come on. Let's go.

Shouldn't we have turned

there for Sutton Place?

I presume the driver

knows a shorter way.

Really, there's no need for alarm.

No.

Of course not.

Come on now, will you, Roy?

You're not taking me to Dr. Flegg's.

That's quite right.

Dr. Rhodes didn't send you, either.

- On the contrary...

- You're lying.

Let me out of here.

Is this okay, boss?

Yes. This will do nicely.

- Looks like we walk from here.

- All right, let's go.

I wouldn't scream.

No one can hear you.

I'll take care of

Joan. Get after Xavier.

Ready, men?

Tell Dr. Rhodes

we'll have to postpone our talk on

blood composition.

But think what you're giving up.

You've got the makings of

a great newspaperman in you.

And if you stick with

me, you'll go places.

I'll give you a daily column to do.

You'll see your name in

print 365 days in the year.

I'm having your contract drawn up now.

Say, how do you like that pipe?

Yeah, yeah. It's fine. But what

about the contract? Will you sign it?

No, boss. I've got my novel to do.

I wanna get back.

Back to Wichita, where I

can get close to the soil.

Well, I guess there's no

use trying to keep you here.

But I'm disappointed in you,

Garrett. Terribly disappointed.

But no hard feelings.

Well, gee, I'm glad you

feel that way about it, boss.

If you're ever around Wichita sometime

I hope you'll drop in and say hello.

- Here's the contract for Mr. Garrett.

- Thanks.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Well, hello.

- I don't think we'll be needing this.

Mr. Garrett has definitely

decided to leave us.

Oh, really?

Oh, I'm awfully sorry you aren't

going to be with us, Mr. Garrett.

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