Doctor X

Are you bad luck!

Hiya, Doctor.

Hiya, babe.

- Hey, where are you going?

- Inside, inside.

No, you ain't.

Only stiffs go in there tonight.

- No kidding.

- No kidding.

- What's keeping you out?

- I'm... What?

- Listen, we're pals, ain't we?

- Yeah.

Get a flash of that.

Yeah, well,

it won't do you any good tonight.

Now, look, I got me orders.

Nobody's going in there,

and that goes for you

newspaper guys, too. Now...

Sergeant, all I want to do

is identify a body.

Now, look, walk down the street, because

somebody might think I know you.

- Go ahead.

- That's an idea. Bones.

- Hello, Dee.

- Hello.

- Say, say, what's the hurry, big boy?

- I just want to use your telephone.

Oh, yeah? Well, there's one

down at the corner drugstore.

Listen, I haven't got time.

Will you be a sport? Come on, act natural.

All right, but step on it.

This is no telephone exchange.

Haven't I...

Say, didn't I meet you in Havana?

Yes... What?

Hello, World?

Give me the night desk, please. Yeah.

Willard Keefe. Yeah, this is Lee Taylor.

I'm down at the Mott Street Morgue.

Just now they bring in the body

of an old scrubwoman

murdered under very

peculiar circumstances.

No, they won't let me see it.

I can't get any dope. Police...

Very good. I say very... What?

I say I can't get any dope on it.

Police orders.

Just now, Stevens, O'Halloran

and a guy named Dr. Xavier arrived.

- Something's doing.

- Yeah, I've heard that one, too.

Listen, you lunkhead, I'm not clowning.

Look out the window, will you?

- What do you mean, the moon?

- Certainly I mean the moon.

I'm laying 10 bucks to a dime

it's another Moon Killer murder.

Well, that's different.

Now, listen, Lee, stick right on it.

Fine.

I thought I...

Oh, Rachmaninoff.

How about the Prelude, huh?

Hey, Mike, just a minute. Please!

Hello, Mike. Hey, listen,

what's going on across the street tonight?

I don't know a thing, Lee.

I'm walking my beat

and minding my own business.

- Well, have you got a cigarette?

- I never use them.

Here, smoke this. Paddy, the bartender

down at the corner, gave it to me.

- Oh, much obliged, Mike. Thanks!

- Yeah, no problem.

- Good gracious! What you got there?

- Nothing, just a little handshake buzzer.

You see,

fits right in the palm of your hand.

You wind it up like that, and it discourages

these professional handshakers.

I ought to have one on each hand

for my beat here.

- Well, I gotta be going now. Goodbye.

- So long.

I forgot all about that thing.

Don't ever bring any of those darned tricks

around here again.

What's your theory, Doctor?

Strangulation by

terrifically powerful hands.

You will notice how deeply the thumbs

are embedded in the sternocleidomastoid.

And what do you think of this incision

at the base of the brain?

Obviously made by some type of scalpel

used for brain dissecting.

But it's peculiar that this left deltoid

muscle should be missing.

- It's been torn right out.

- Gentlemen, it wasn't torn.

This is cannibalism.

- This portion of the body was...

- Impossible!

There's no doubt about it.

Thank you, Doctor.

I appreciate your professional opinion.

I'm only too happy to be of any service

to you, gentlemen.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have rather an important experiment

in progress

that demands my attention

every few hours.

I hardly think I can be

of any further use to you,

so if you don't mind, I'm very, very sorry,

but I'll say good night.

Just a moment, Doctor, if you don't mind.

One thing more.

- Very well, sir.

- Yes, what?

Now, look here, Doctor,

this is the sixth murder

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