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because I'm hoping for your cooperation.

Naturally, I shall do everything

to protect your institution.

- But the newspapers, the publicity.

- Don't worry about them.

We don't want publicity

any more than you do.

If my academy is under suspicion,

give me a chance to conduct

an investigation of my own first.

Surely, with our knowledge

of the human brain,

- we have every facility to catch a madman.

- How would you proceed?

By immediately studying

the pathological reactions

of every man placed under suspicion.

Then trap the guilty one

by a brain examination.

May I examine the records

of your students and faculty?

Why, assuredly, assuredly. You can come

to my office now, if you wish.

But, I beg of you, no publicity, please.

- No, don't worry.

- Please.

Not one newspaper in the country

shall hear of this

until you've had every opportunity

to clear your academy of suspicion.

Thank you. Thank you.

I appreciate your gesture.

What is it? What do you want?

- Father!

- Oh, it's you, Joanne.

What is it, dear?

Nothing. I just came in here

to say good night to you.

Father, what are you doing in here

in the dark? You frightened me.

I'm sorry, Joanne.

I just came here to get those records.

It's late. You're looking very tired, darling.

You're only heading

for a nervous breakdown unless...

That moon, mixed with this other light,

it's too ghastly.

Father, you worry me.

You promised me you'd take a rest.

Lately you've been so...

No, my dear, I'm all right.

Just a little nervous, that's all.

Now, I have some gentlemen

next door in the office.

- You run along. I'll be through shortly.

- But, Father...

Now, Joanne, please.

This is very important.

Good night.

But, really, gentlemen,

this investigation is useless.

The academy is closed.

The students are away on their vacations.

It surely isn't wise

to spend your time on this.

What's that?

Probably Professor Wells.

He's in his laboratory.

What's he doing here

if the school's supposed to be closed?

It's not an unusual thing for the faculty

to spend their evenings here at this time.

Vacation period

is the only opportunity they have

to do their personal research work.

What's the history of this man?

- Well...

- I'm waiting, Doctor.

Professor Wells

is a student of cannibalism.

He's written a book about it.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

It's as good as a conviction.

I hardly think so.

I'm very fond of Dr. Wells.

He couldn't possibly do a thing

of this sort.

- May I talk to him?

- Why, certainly. Certainly.

Come this way, gentlemen.

What a very strange, uncanny place

you have here, Doctor.

What are all these doors?

They are the laboratories of my faculty.

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