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For those who seek some explanation, I refer them simply to this case book. Let them read it carefully. Perhaps they may then in some measure understand if not condone the awful circumstances under which I have been driven to the most appalling crime against God and nature that it has ever been the fate of mortal man to perpetrate. August 24th. It's now six weeks exactly 42 days since I began the experiment. For six weeks by artificial means alone, I have kept alive a human brain completely detached from the body floating in a bath of serum nourished by a synthetic blood plasma fed through its arteries by an electric pump. It has remained alive, not only alive, but I have succeeded in communicating with it. I've even induced new growth of brain cells and so tremendously increased its mental faculties that by sheer brain power alone does actually been able to communicate its thoughts to me. And each day my communion with that living pulsing mass of gray matter that was the brain of William Donovan becomes stronger and stronger. Even now I sense it's driving to reveal some plan to me, something so truly well shaking in its implications. But only such an organism developed to appoint thousands of years ahead of its time could ever have conceived it. So far I sense this only, but soon I shall know, indeed I shall be partner in its execution. What a fool I was ever to have considered for a moment my wife's demand that I end the experiment. It's because I refused of course that Janice left me a week ago without so much as a word of explanation or farewell. Even my son David and my assistant Shrata privy to this conspiracy to thwart me for when I ask about Janice, they pretend to know nothing, they seek to avoid my questions, but the brain will live. Yes, I can hear it now. It's delta waves quite audible over the amplifying system I've arranged for it, almost as though it were calling to me, trying to speak to me. The brain will live. Donovan, what is it? What are you trying to tell me? Go on Donovan, I'm listening. Go on, go on. Who is it? What do you want? I'm no time to talk, I'm busy, I'm sorry. Go away, I tell you, I'm busy. Can't you two leave me alone? Alright, alright, what is it? What is it? Patrick, won't you come into the study with us for a few minutes? I forgot to say and say right here, you know I can't leave the laboratory. Dad, it's only that we wanted to talk to you in private. Don't tell me that you're afraid of this poor, massive brain cells here? It's not that dad, but we never mind David. At least turn that ping off then, will you Patrick? What difference would it make? Could still hear, couldn't it? Well, what is it then? Well, it's about mother. So, she put you up to this, did she? I thought the truth had come out sometime. Dad, listen. She's trying to stop this experiment from the beginning. She thought she could blackmail me into quitting by leaving me, and she still does, and now she's using you as a go-between. That's true, isn't it? Patrick, listen a minute, won't you? I've heard enough. We haven't heard a word from Janice. We don't even know where she is. That's what we've come to talk to you about. Oh, have you? How could I know where she is? Well, because you were the last person seen with her, dad. I was. Don't you remember, Patrick? You took her into town with you. You wouldn't tell any of us why. Yes, of course, the more I've forgotten, but what of it? Well, don't you remember what happened then? Of course I remember. She left me? That's all. Where, dad? Where did she leave you? What were you doing? No, we were in some big public building, city hall, courthouse, taxes or something. The next thing I knew, she'd simply disappeared. Is that all? Didn't she say anything? Didn't she at least tell you why she was going? I remember what she said. It's been a week or more. I've hardly slept. You know I've been working night and day. Yes, that's just it. What do you mean by that? Patrick, you say this. The brain communicates with you, tells you things about its past life, suggests thoughts. Yes, yes. The brain can make you think of things, mightn't it also be able to make you forget things? Out of your mind. Dad, are you sure? Are you sure you don't know what's happened to Mother? No, I tell you no, I don't know. But Patrick, don't you see what you might have done? What? Heaven's name stop now while there's still time. Get out of here. While there's still time to help Janice, if there is, while there's still time to help yourself. Shut off the current. Get out. Let the brain die. Kill it, Patrick. Kill it. Whatever you get out, get out. August 26th, the brain continues to communicate thought fragments more and more easily but nothing further on what I've come to think of as the plan. I'm now sleeping a great deal but my dreams are becoming increasingly troublesome although I'm still lost to analyze them. Most frequent is a sort of vast cosmic ballet presided over by the colossal figure of a young man whom I seem to recognize yet I never see his face. It is though the entire population of the earth were moving past him in review. That is command. Sure. Now. Do it. Do it now. Shroud, dad. Let go, dad. Dammit. Head to death. Never mind. I'll help you with Shroud. He's fainted. No, no, David. Don't let him. It's all right now. Here's a glass of water. It's the matter. You're trembling all over. You're looking at me that way for you. You look kind of frightened after death. Dad, you... What happened here? Anyway, I came and found you on the floor with your hands around your own throat. Dad meant for me. Why is your luggage all packed? I was going to leave. Leave in the middle of the night? Why? Because... Whose marks has been opened? It was you, Shroud. You're going to shut off the current. You are going to kill the brain. Patrick, you tried to strangle me. What? That's true, dad. That's why I had to slap you. But that's absurd. I came in here and found Shroud with his hands around his own throat. He was strangling himself. Dad, please think a minute. Nobody can strangle himself. Look at these marks on my throat. You think I could have done that? That's not possible, and yet... It's true, Patrick, that I tried to shut off the current. I was afraid for you. But as I opened the fuse box, I heard the delta waves in the laboratory suddenly become stronger and louder than they'd ever been before. And then... Then I... Yes. Then the brain knew... You even spoke in Donovan's voice, Patrick. Donovan's voice, his voice... That recurring phrase in his... Sure, sure, sure. In his very tones, his very accents. Yes, sure. You've created a monster, Patrick. It has the power to make me commit... Murder. The brain... The brain must die. Pull the switch in the fuse box, Patrick. It will only be a matter of seconds, and then... Yes. Yes, I... I... But I... But I... You've got to, Patrick. Srot, David, help me. I can't move. Come with me. Pull the switch, honey. Srot, David, go on. You... You, too? It's... Paralyzed dispatch. The brain won't let itself be killed. Then... Then it has the power to live on... And on... To command us... As long as we live... To make us do everything it wants... To kill... Murder. Dad... What are we going to do? Listen... The brain... It's... Nothing. Nothing. September 7th. Srot has left. He had to, of course, for his own protection, if nothing else. Before he left, he swore... To eternal secrecy. He was going to try to find Janus. Then it thought that any harm might come to us... Through me is enough to drive me almost mad. As with David, although he's strong enough... To prevent any untoward accidents... I don't know, he's volunteered to stay with me. He'll sleep at night, behind locked doors. We must devote every faculty we possess together... And independently to finding a way of destroying the brain. Perhaps while it sleeps... It seems to have developed tremendous powers... The subconscious, which operate even in sleep. The recurring dream, the now oppressive sense... Of some further task to be performed... Continues. If Janus were only here... Even her presence, I know, would help immeasurably... To combat this fearful thing. Terrible thought crosses my mind. Could Srot have left... If the brain... Had not for some reasons of its own... Actually wanted him to leave. September 10th. My thoughts are less and less my own... The dream of the young giant bestriding the earth... The figure without a face pursues me now... Even in my waking hours. Increasingly, I seem to live in a world of... Evil fantasy, peopled... And controlled by the mind... Of William Donovan. But time enough. Time enough. Sure, sure, sure. Time enough. Sure, sure. Hello? Who is it? Patrick. Janus. Janus, my God. Janus. Hello, Patrick. Sweetheart, darling. How are you, Patrick? I'm well enough. I'm well enough. But Janus, where have you been? Janus, why did you leave me that day? Why didn't you at least tell me? Where did you go, darling? I was with a friend. Won't Srot tell you anything? Nothing special. Janus, I know I have been a very good husband these last months. I have been very kind, very considerate, even civilized. I haven't been myself, Janus. I know, Patrick. My poor darling. If you'd only known how I missed you after you left, how I needed you. I need your help, Janus. I know, Patrick. I came back to help you. But what? Where is David? In the next room. That is, lately he's tried to make it a point to sleep only when I didn't try to keep an eye on things. Patrick, I'm going to help you. All I can. Any way I can. But first, I want to take David away. David? Why? Because I don't think it's good for him to be here. I don't think that you... Patrick, I don't want to torment you. It's only that perhaps we can find a way if we know all the facts. What, Janus? Don't you know really where I was? No, how could I? Don't you remember where you took me? Well, I took you out of... You took me to a psychiatric clinic. Psychiatric clinic? You had me committed to a madhouse. That was Janus. No, not you. Donovan. Because I tried to make you stop the experiment. Kill the brain. As you left me there you even spoken Donovan's voice. Sure, sure, sure, you said. Sure, sure. I thought they were the last words I would ever hear you speak. Well, Janus, forgive me. I couldn't persuade anyone. I was sane. After what you told them everything I said only made them think I was bad. I'm... not mad. Am I, Patrick? I'm not mad. Am I? Janus will be gone for some three hours. I've sent her into town for some interest. Maybe he can help, but now suddenly I'm... I'm... I'm overcome with the thought of the humiliation I shall have to suffer when other medical men become aware of the position I'm in. It'll be the end of my career and my reputation or my hopes. Probably to think that Zanger'd keep it to himself, indeed. He'd have no right to. I can bear it if I must, but it... occurs to me and I've... I've been thinking it over. There's no harm in trying it in any event. I... I must try. I have three hours. It's your blood type. Do you know your blood type? As a matter of fact, I... I don't think I do. Why? No matter. We can easily find out. David, I think at last I know a way to kill the brain. It's simple. It's perfectly natural. The blood type and his are... They're the same. Of course, I have to replenish the blood substance periodically. It's about time to do it again. I've always used my own because it was the same type as his, but yours is a different type. The right type, David. I mean, the wrong type. Yes, you've given the wrong... The brain will die given the wrong type. It's possible. I'm sure of that. I know it. But suppose the brain knows. It knows other things. It's a chance we'll have to take if you're willing, David, my boy. Then you'll take the blood sample now. Come into the laboratory. I only have the right blood type. Rather the wrong type. If you haven't, we'll find someone who has. Maybe... maybe Schraut. Now, lie down there on the table, David. We want to turn it on your arm here. How could it be? Go ahead, I'm ready. David, don't watch me. It'll be easier if you don't. That's a funny one. Coming from you. Well, doctors, and they're never quite as steady with members of their own family, you know, ready? Sure. Ready. Here we are. You all right? Yeah, yeah. You'll be throwing just a second. You... you're getting a... Yes, sure, sure. Just a second now. Dad, I... I'm sleepy. You'll be over it in a minute. But... what's the matter? Why am I so... sleepy? You'll be all right. I'm... so... sleepy. Sure, sure, sure. Sure, sure, sure. That's what an anesthetic is for. Make you sleep. I was somewhat surprised to find the instrument sterilized already laid out, but I worked more rapidly and skillfully than ever before in my life, I think. I made an incision just below the hairline, laying back the scalp as far as the base of the skull. I trepanned the cranium at two-centimeter intervals, working back and downwards to the upper edge of the occipital bone. With the geely saw, I cut through the connecting bone structure and removed the entire top of the cranium, placing it in saline solution to preserve it. I made a semi-circular incision in the dura mater, laying it to one side, exposing the brain. As I dissected out the facial auditory and pneumogastic nerves to free the medulla and regatta, I became conscious of an insistent clamoring, something like a mounting hysteria in the distant reaches of my mind. Almost as strong as the irresistible compulsion that drove me on. But my hand did not falter. With a sure stroke, I severed this final cord just below the first cervical nerve. As I make this last entree with that awful guilt upon my soul, even now I cannot fully comprehend how it has been possible for any man by mortal or immortal means to be driven to such a crime. Even the divinity himself did not demand of Abraham that final sacrifice of expiation. When he with his only begotten son ascended the Mount of Olives, hmm, perhaps Schratt is right. Perhaps there is indeed in man some spark of the divine that will elude our test tubes and our laboratories until the end of time. Perhaps that is the one thing that even Donovan did not foresee. I only know that at the instant my son died under my own hand, I was set free at that instant I saw and understood for the first time that monstrous plan born in the brain of William Donovan of which I was to be the instrument. It was the plan I had glimpsed but never grasped in the recurring dream. Donovan did aspire to the domination of the world and with those tremendous mental faculties that I myself had given him it was literally within his power to become the absolute ruler of all mankind. Only one thing was lacking a body, a body, a young strong body into which those ever growing brain cells could graft and affix themselves to live on and on perhaps for centuries. He chose the body of my son and now at last too late I am free to destroy this foul thing of my creation I know it as surely as I know that my own life must be forfeit and the brain also knows I can hear the disturbed, erratic oscillations of the delta waves coming through the laboratory door but there's no room left in me now for fear I shall take the six steps from the desk where I'm writing this across to the laboratory door how often I've taken them in happier times I shall open the door close it behind me for the last time and write finis to the mortal life of Patrick Arthur Corey and the brain of William Horace Donovan and the others learn from the record I leave here the lessons I've learned so bitterly and profit by them and for the things that I have done may God have mercy on my soul Phoenix, Arizona, September the 15th the bodies of Dr. Patrick Arthur Corey and his son David were found at Dr. Corey's own laboratory early today young Corey had apparently died on the operating table as a result of a delicate brain operation performed by his father in the case of Dr. Corey medical authorities gave us their opinion that he might have died of shock as a result of the unsuccessful operation on his son a curious feature of the case was the fact that numerous pieces of tissue identified as being from a human brain were found scattered about the laboratory floor while a larger section of the brain was found in the midst of an elaborate apparatus evidently part of a scientific experiment medical authorities stated, however that they were unable to explain the nature of the apparatus and that the brain itself was in such a state of decomposition as to indicate that it had been dead and slowly decaying for at least three months Dr. Corey has survived by his wife Janice she was committed to the county asylum for the insane late this afternoon burial of Dr. Corey will be and so closes Donovan's brain part two the completion of two half hour presentations of Kutziard Max story presenting Orson Welles a star of suspense suspense is produced and directed by William Spear did you know that these Roma wine suspense dramas are setting a record for the millions of delighted listeners they are attracting we want you to feel that by tuning in the suspense program every week you can count on real radio enjoyment well an even more dramatic style the popularity of Roma wines is also record breaking because Roma wines are by far America's largest selling wines millions make sure of great wine enjoyment simply by asking for Roma wines here's something else these millions have discovered you don't need fancy glassware or a special occasion to enjoy these zestful taste delighting Roma California wines Roma wines possess lips smacking flavor and zest because they come from Roma wines own wineries right in the heart of the magnificent California wine grape districts and you can enjoy them as a daily delight because the cost is only pennies a glass ask for R. 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