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But for those who seek some explanation, I refer them simply to this casebook. Let them read it carefully from its first entry on that ill starred day of July the 13th. July 13th. Today I bought a small Capuchin monkey from an organ grinder. The animal I trembled with fear when I took it into my laboratory, and when I tried to pet it, it bit me. I had to make it trust me completely. Fear causes an excess secretion of adrenaline, resulting in an abnormal condition of the bloodstream, which would throw off my observation, so I fed it, and finally, the creature voluntarily crept up into my arms, uttering little whimpers of content. When it laid its head against my shoulder, I stabbed it with a surgical lancet. It died instantly. Well, David, what do you think of it? Well, it's pretty amazing, all right. See what I've done, don't you? I think so. You think so? Good lord, don't you know? Well, after all, Dad, I'm only a second year medical student. I know, but what other was the second year student? Who is it? It's me, Janet. Come in, darling. Patrick, Dr. Schrott is here to see you. Oh, come on in, doctor. You know our son, David, of course. Yes, of course. How are you, my boy? Fine, thanks, doctor. Well, Patrick, hard at it as usual. Oh, Patrick, you didn't eat the lunch I sent in to you. What is it this time, Patrick? A brain. A brain. What? A brain, a brain, a monkey's brain. Oh. What about the brain, Patrick? I've been trying to see how long I can keep the tissue alive. Is that it? In that jar? There's considerably more to it than just a jar, though. Want to see how it works? Is it still alive? In a way, yes. It's a fairly simple device, actually, Doctor. Variation on Corel's mechanical heart. The brain lies in a bath of blood serum. These rubber arteries are fixed to the vertebral and internal carotid arteries of the brain. The blood substance is forced through the cycle of Willis to feed the tissue. Over here, I've installed a small rotary pump that forces the blood circulation. You see? But. How do you know it's alive? It's very easy to determine. The brain, when functioning, gives off infinitesimal electrical impulses. They can be measured. As a matter of fact, I've hooked the encephalograph up to a small amplifying system. The brain impulses can actually be heard. Here, I'll turn it on. See? Quite effective, isn't it? Yes, it's effective. And it's wrong, Patrick. Terribly wrong. I tried to tell him, Dr. Schrutt. In heaven's name, what's wrong with this? Oh. Patrick, you and your mechanistic philosophy, trying to reduce life to a mere matter of chemicals and test tubes. The origin of life is from a higher domain than that, Patrick. And you're profaning. Nonsense. You can't stop the progress of science. Every discovery of whatever kind is a step forward. If I can prove that the brain can perform certain functions outside the body, who knows where we may be able to go from there? Oh, Patrick, how do you know that thing in there doesn't feel pain? How do you know it isn't writhing in agony? Brain tissue itself is insensitive, you know that. Just a feeling look. I'll switch on the encephalograph. See? There. Notice the faintness of the amplified alpha rays. Notice the comparatively slow rate of pulsation now. Notice what happens when I tap on the glass jar. See? It feels. It thinks. I wouldn't go so far as to say that, but it certainly shows marked reaction to an experience. External stimulus, I wouldn't have believed it possible. The trouble with you, Schroth, is that you don't really believe in science. Have it your own way, Patrick. That's when you can manufacture love and sympathy and kindness in a test tube. I'll be back. You leading over? Yes. Patrick. Hmm? Do me a favor, Patrick. Shut off the pump and let that poor thing in there die. Let it die? If it were within my power to grant that. Little brain would live forever. July 18th. I'm utterly exhausted from lack of sleep. The events of the past five days have been of such tremendous importance that I must set them down while every last detail is still fresh in my mind. I've had no time to make an entry in this record since that day last week. It seems a month ago now when I had my first partial success with the brain of the Capuchin monkey. At that time, however, it seemed that I was doomed to disappointment. In spite of all my efforts, the brain of the monkey ceased to live at 12.14 that night. Tired and disheartened, I lay down to sleep on the cart in my laboratory. But at that very moment, fate was contriving an occurrence which now seems destined to have the most profound effect not only upon my own existence, but perhaps upon that of all mankind. Hello? Hi, what is this? Dead. Oh, David. Come in. Come in. What's the matter? It's Dr. Schwartz. There's been an accident or something. He's pretty upset. Oh, all right. I'll come. Oh, Patrick. Patrick, thank heavens, my boy. The matter, boy. There's been a plane crash on the mountain. Only one of them was left alive, and I've brought him this far, but he needs an immediate operation. That's your job, your county physician. Patrick, it's multiple fractures of both legs. The arteries are severed, and the legs will have to be amputated. Huh? You're not in any shape to do the job. Well, I. Well, that's not my fault. Take him to the Phoenix Hospital. I'm not going to take responsibility. Don't you do that. We'll never get there in time, Patrick, please. It may mean a man's life and. That's your job as county physician. No, no, I'm not thinking of that, but it's an important man. William H. Donovan. Donovan? The Wall Street Donovan? Yes. You've got to help me, Patrick. Donovan. What are his chances? About even, if we hurry. Well, bring him in. Oh, thank you, Patrick. Thank you. You'd better get the things on, David. You may have to help. Yes, sir. And we'll use the laboratory table. Before you go, put the instruments, the sterilizer. I don't forget the GD saw. Right. Oh, but. But what? I thought the GD saw was only used for brain surgery. Not always hurry. Bring him in now from the car. Okay, in here. In here. Be careful now. That's right. Easy, Doug. Around the table, please. Yes, Doctor. Easy, easy. You better get yourself a gown and gloves, Doctor, right over there. You won't have time to scrub. Yes, thanks, Doctor. He's bad, isn't he? Pulse rapid. Heart very faint. I wasn't sure what he did. Yes, sir. A TC of adrenaline, David, 1 to 1,000 intravenous. Right. You men can go now. Is there anything else we can do? No, thank you. Patrick, don't you think? I'd rather we were alone, if you don't mind, gentlemen. Good night, then, Dr. Schrad. Good night. Now, David, if you remove the blanket from his legs, that's. Yep. All right. You see, fortunately, a forest ranger got to him right after the crash and had sense enough to put a tourniquet on each leg, even so, yeah? Sure, sure, sure. Sure, sure, sure. We'll get it. Sure, sure, sure. What's he saying? Something like, sure, sure, sure. He said it over and over. Huh. I hadn't realized he was deformed. It doesn't show as much in his pictures. Patrick, don't you think we ought to begin? Oh, there's no use amputating those legs. No use. He'll be dead anyway by morning. Well, won't he? Well, I suppose you're right, Patrick. You know I'm right. But still, we ought to try. We can't refuse to operate. We are going to operate. Say your inch, please, David. The large one. Here you are, Dad. Final anesthetic. You give it, Dr. Schroeder. Right. Scalpel. Please, David. Scalpel and the Gigi saw. Gigi saw? Patrick. Well. No, no, no, Patrick. I won't let you. After your performance tonight? Well, I. But, Patrick, he's still alive. Precisely. My mistake with the monkey was that he was dead. I don't intend to make that mistake again. Come on, David. The scalpel. Are you out of your mind? You're taking a man's life. I'm giving him life. Donovan would die anyway. But for a while, at least. Donovan's brain will live. We'd better hurry. They'll be coming for the body pretty soon. You can go now, David. I think I will then. You understand, of course. Yes, I understand. Not a word. Not a word to your mother or to anyone. I understand. Did you put something in the skull cavity so the eyes won't fall? I filled it with cotton, bandaged the whole cranium, it looked like any head injury. I hope nobody gets any ideas about an autopsy. You're the coroner, you've stopped there. Look, Schrott. This is a chance that comes once in a lifetime. William Donovan had one of the greatest minds, has one of the greatest brains in the world today. And now you have it. It's been on the inside. That's the flagra. Simple answer. Simple answer. No way, Mr. Poor, so different from the monkeys. You can't take a human brain out of its body and expect it to function. I suppose an answer, but. Schwartz. Did it ever occur to you that the brain might simply be asleep? Asleep? Certainly. An operation like that is just to be a shock. Tap on the glass. Good Lord, Patrick. Delta wave. It was a sleep you woke it up. It's actually conscious. You see, there are three of us. Three of us conducting this experiment now. You, me, and William Horace Donovan. July 25th, I moved my bed into the laboratory, but I've scarcely slept in six days. There's no longer any doubt that the brain responds like a sensitive seismograph to vibrations near it, including the sound of my voice. Yet I've found no method of communication with it. I've devised a simplified Morse code consisting of taps on the glass container together with voice vibrations. Perhaps... Perhaps I can teach the brain. July 30th, Schrott has come to stay with me, half out of a feeling that he shares with me a common guilt, half out of scientific curiosity. I've scarcely seen him, and both David and Janice have been avoiding me, not that I really care. They've been tapping out my code on the side of the brain's container endlessly, day and night, over and over, a thousand times, so that a baby could learn it, if the brain can learn. I sleep only when the brain itself falls into exhausted slumber. When it wakes again, I resume my tapping. Frost! Frost! Wake up! Yes, Patrick. Come on! Get up! Hurry! Come on, I want to show you something. What's the matter? Yes, old boy. I want to show you something. Patrick, you look like a ghost. Where are we going? Back to the laboratory. I can't believe it myself. I may have been dreaming deliriums. What's happened? Come on. You hear that? Yes. Delta waves? Seems disturbed. He's got to check my observations for me. If my reasoning is wrong, tell me. I can't be sure of anything anymore. Now, listen carefully. You know that I've been trying to communicate with the brain in code now. If I were able to cause a distinctive pattern of the brain's delta waves by a specific command in code, if the brain responded with the same pattern of sound each time I issued the command, it would prove that I'd succeeded in communicating with the brain, wouldn't it? Yes, Frederick, I think it would. Now, listen. Now, I'm on. Donovan, if you understand, think three times of the word talk. Three times. Talk. Talk. Talk. Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo True, this thing has learned to talk. To talk. July 31st. Shot is romanticizing, of course. The Delta pattern is so infinitely complex that it would be utterly impossible ever to break it down into specific words. Yet, That it understands me, that it's trying to communicate with me, is certain. Shot suggests mental telepathy that I try to make my mind a blank, as the mediums call it, while at the same time increasing the energy content of the plasma that feeds the brain in the hope of stepping up the brain's electrical potential as one would step up the power of the radio station. Naturally, telepathy is nonsense, but the feeding theory intrigues me. I shall try it. August 12th. Notice today for the first time two distinct nodules of new brain cells on the frontal lobex. Electrical potential has increased to 510 microvolts. I've become smoking cigars. Although I've always hated cigars before. As I expect. August 22nd. Nodules still growing. Electrical potential 1450. There's no observable results. Of late, they felt a compelling urge to know more of Donovan's life and have collected every available scrap of information about him. A strange man he was. Strange, ruthless, actually evil in many ways, but nonetheless an extraordinarily brilliant mind. She was. She was. Sure, sure, sure. Sure, sure, sure. It will be the test. You agree? Of course. Sure, sure, sure. Sure, sure, sure. Patrick, wake up! Patrick! What is it? What happened here? I thought I ought to wake you up, Patrick. You were moaning in your sleep, talking. Talking? What did I say? I'm not sure, but your voice was so strange that I. Janice, Janice, what's the matter? Nothing, Natalie. I was dreaming, that's all. Janice woke me up. Patrick, let me see your hand. My hand? No, the other one. Well, what about it? You're not left-handed, are you? No. Then why have you got ink on the fingers of your left hand? What? I don't know. Were you writing anything tonight? No. You must have been, Patrick. Here it is right here on your desk. Nonsense, sir. Wait, let me see it. You've been writing his name William H. Donovan. Donovan Schrott, that's not my handwriting. It's. What? Don't you see what it means? The brain has communicated with me. Patrick, you don't. Look here. Look at this magazine article. Here's a reproduction of his signature. And he was left handed, too. It says so here. Why, it is. It is exactly. What a fool I've been. Look at this picture smoking a cigar. With his left hand, I wondered why it suddenly started smoking cigars. The same brand, too. Janice. Try to remember what you heard me saying just before you woke me up. Come on, Janice. Think. Patrick, I can't believe. Think, Janice. All I heard was something like, sure, sure, sure. Sure, sure, sure. Of course. Don't you remember, Schrott? He said it that night. It was the only thing we ever heard him say. It was an expression of his. It tells about that in one of the articles, too. Yes, there it is. It wasn't your voice. It wasn't my voice. You see, the brain has grown. And it's strong enough to influence not only the higher functions, the frontal lobe, but the speech centers, the motor centers. Of another brain. Patrick, if this is true, then your experiment has been successful. It's ended. Ended? Well, it's only begun. Patrick, don't you see what this means? Patrick, listen to me. Oh, what, Janice? What? You've got to stop. Stop. I can't stand it any longer. Can't you see where it's led you? When you cut yourself off from your family, when you neglected your health, began having fits of temper, and were like. like someone I hardly recognize as the man I married. All that I tried to understand. But don't you see what you've done? You are a murderer, Patrick, a murderer! Janice, darling! You told me the whole thing. That poor boy's half insane himself from worry. Insane? What do you mean by that? What I say. You killed Donovan. Maybe he wouldn't have lived anyway. But you killed him. And now this, this thing has gained such power over your mind that it can make you do things you don't even know about. For all you know, it could make you do anything. Anything. You've got to choose, Patrick. Oh, Janice, please. I suppose you're right, but I'm utterly exhausted. I can't even think anymore. You've got to think. Give me until tomorrow. Let me sleep, and then tomorrow I'll do something. I promise you. All right, Patrick. Tomorrow. But if you don't do something, if you don't destroy that thing, I will. The brain! It's almost as though it hurt you and was raging. Raging at you. This way, please, Dr. D. Come along, darling. But, Patrick, what are we going in here? A psychiatric clinic? I told you I'd do something, Janice. I've got an idea. You mean you're having yourself psychoanalyzed? Well, something like that. Something like that. I'll tell you about it later. First, I want you to talk to this man alone. Dr. Zanger, this is Dr. Corey. Oh, how do you do, Dr. Corey? How do you do? I heard something of your work. Oh, yes. And this is Mrs. Corey. Of course, excuse me. I'm happy to meet you, Mrs. Corey. Thank you, Doctor. Won't you come in tomorrow? I will certainly. Janice, would you mind, Dani, waiting in the reception room and be out in just a moment? Thank you. Why, certainly, dear. In here, please, Doctor. Very well. Doctor, she seems quite normal. I'd expected from what you told me on the telephone. I. I know. I. I know. I can assure you, I hate to tell you this, but, uh, Doctor, she's quite insane. I see. Yes, uh, paranoia. She's always been, you know, jealous of my work. And, well, last. Little while she started, she's got a delusion that she thinks I've made some kind of a monster up in my laboratory that controls my mind and then controls my actions. So I'm putting her completely in your hands. Oh, well, it's of course a little unusual, but since you are yourself a medical man. That's right. You definitely wish to commit her then, huh? Yes. Yes. You have the papers. Oh, yeah. Here you are. Just your signature will be enough, Doctor. Ah, yes. There you are. You let me know about everything, won't you? Oh, naturally, Doctor. We keep you informed. Thank you. Well, goodbye then, Doctor Corey. We will do what we can. Oh, right. Patrick? Mrs. Corey is staying with us, Miss Wilcox. Yes, Dr. Dyne. Patrick? Come back. Patrick? Oh, it's all right, Mrs. Corey. Just come with me, please. Patrick! Where are you going? Let me go. Let me go. Dr. Corey? Yes? About the bill. How do you wish it to be handled? The bill. The. the bill. Sure, sure, sure. I'll take care of it by the week. The checks will be signed to William H. Donovan. Sure, sure, sure. August 20th. It's nearly three weeks now since Janice went away. I can't understand how she could have left me just when I needed her most. When I try to question Schroeder or David about her, they only look at me strangely and change the subject. Clearly, they too now are in on the conspiracy. Sometimes it seems the only person I can trust is Donovan. The brain communicates with me more freely now each day. I know it has some great plan in mind for me, for both of us. I'm waiting, patiently waiting. Donovan? Donovan, I'm listening, Donovan. Don't be angry, Donovan. I'm trying to understand. I'm listening, Donovan. I'm listening. I. I. I'm. Sure. Sure, sure, sure. Sure, sure, sure. And so closes Donovan's Brain, part one, the first of two half hour presentations of Kutsjodnak's story, presenting Orson Welles as star of Suspense. Suspense is produced and directed by William Spear. We sincerely hope you enjoyed the performance of Orson Welles and that of the whole cast tonight in our Roma Suspense play, and that you'll make a note to be sure not to miss the completion of this story next week. The Roma Wine Company would like to express its thanks for the many letters of appreciation from listeners, which we are constantly receiving saying how much you enjoy these broadcasts. And here's a thought. To discover the enjoyment these suspense programs offer, You first had to sample one. 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