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He had nothing but the

electric chair to live for.

Did he say anything

before he died?

About money,

for instance?

Not that I know of.

Thanks, Doctor.

$500,000.

With that money I could

build my own laboratory

and continue

with my experiments.

Kingsley is convalescing

and seems to show

some of Red Cannon's traits.

Does the Cannon brain

in Kingsley's head

retain the knowledge

of the hidden money?

I've been waiting

to see you, Ernest.

I'm worried about George.

He just doesn't seem himself.

Why, he's getting stronger

every day, isn't he?

Physically, yes.

But his mental condition

doesn't seem right.

He's irritable.

Flies into a rage

for no reason at all.

That isn't like George.

No, it isn't.

He has been acting strangely,

lately.

I don't think I'd be too alarmed

about it though, if I were you.

Well, I hope you're right.

I think so.

You're late today, Ernest.

Come and sit down

and talk to me.

I'm feeling very low.

Will you have some tea?

No, thanks.

The trouble with you is,

you're feeling too well.

Too well?

I used to think that a

long period of convalescence

would be like

an ocean voyage.

That I'd have a chance to

read all the books I want to,

that I haven't time to,

ordinarily.

But nothing

seems to interest me.

A boring period,

convalescence.

Yes, indeed it is.

I'm afraid I've got to go to

New York for a few days, George.

You've got to...

Yes, a little business

for the hospital.

Well, that's nice, I must say.

What am I going to do

for companionship?

Well, why not come with me?

Come with you?

Oh, no, I couldn't do that.

New York's too big,

too noisy.

I never have wanted

to go there. And yet...

The very thing

you need, George.

You've had your fill

of peace and quiet.

You'll find New York exciting,

stimulating.

Just the thing to lift you

out of the doldrums.

As my doctor,

do you prescribe it?

As your doctor,

I insist on it.

Very well.

I'll tell Margaret to pack.

Oh, no, George.

Let's go alone.

Alone?

In New York, without Margaret?

What you need

is a radical change.

Well, perhaps you're right,

Ernest.

I've been like a bear,

lately.

I'm quite sure she'd be glad

to be rid of me for a time.

New York.

New York. I wonder...

I am taking Kingsley

to Red's old environment.

In fact, to the Midtown Hotel

which Cannon used

as his hideout.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Uh, we'd like

adjoining rooms.

Uh, yes, yes.

Uh, 505 and 506, if

they're available. Are they?

Well, yes, they're available.

Thank you.

Uh, you've been

with us before, sir?

Why?

No, of course not.

But I... I like a corner room

with three windows

and a fire escape.

This way, gentlemen.

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