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The Science Fiction Fan, v. 4, issue 10, whole no. 46, May 1940
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FAN.................................................................................11 while. The astute reader will of course have guessed that it was not hazing at all, but rather a convenient manner of securing subjects for Dr. Morden's experiment). A few days later the Polic Department was out in force scouring the town for Detective Murphy, who had mysteriously vanished. The staff of the University was questioned closely; but in vain. No one had the slightest notion where Murphy could have disappeared to. Not even Poggle. It was not long after this that the entire staff was invited to Morden's laboratory to see what had come of his delving into the Unknown. On a table in the center of the room was a sheet covered figure. "When I inject this stimulant," said Morden importantly, Brandishing a hypodermic, "the subject will come to life." The audience was appreciatively silent. He drew an arm from beneath the sheet and plunged the hypo into it, then stepped back and watched intently... "He moves!" said the dean, moving to the rear of the room. The Experiment, still covered by the sheet, had sat up. "He walks!" cried Poggle, joyfully tossing his black jacket into the air. The Experiment had taken a few steps, still covered by the sheet. "He talks"! shrieked Mrs. Heather, our head laundress, before she fainted.
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FAN.................................................................................11 while. The astute reader will of course have guessed that it was not hazing at all, but rather a convenient manner of securing subjects for Dr. Morden's experiment). A few days later the Polic Department was out in force scouring the town for Detective Murphy, who had mysteriously vanished. The staff of the University was questioned closely; but in vain. No one had the slightest notion where Murphy could have disappeared to. Not even Poggle. It was not long after this that the entire staff was invited to Morden's laboratory to see what had come of his delving into the Unknown. On a table in the center of the room was a sheet covered figure. "When I inject this stimulant," said Morden importantly, Brandishing a hypodermic, "the subject will come to life." The audience was appreciatively silent. He drew an arm from beneath the sheet and plunged the hypo into it, then stepped back and watched intently... "He moves!" said the dean, moving to the rear of the room. The Experiment, still covered by the sheet, had sat up. "He walks!" cried Poggle, joyfully tossing his black jacket into the air. The Experiment had taken a few steps, still covered by the sheet. "He talks"! shrieked Mrs. Heather, our head laundress, before she fainted.
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