Avon Fantasy Reader No. 10 — page 125: what you’re looking at

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Mortimer,” I interrupted, “this is awful! Hasn’t your experiment gone far enough?” He pushed back his chair and rose. ‘“Yes,”’ he said, a bit shakily, I thought. “For the present, at least. Come; I will awaken Williams.”’ I followed him down the hall, and was close upon his heels, when he flung open the door of the lead-lined room, and stepped inside. Our cries of surptised alarm were simultaneous. In the chair where we had left him sat Williams; but physically he was a different man. He had shrunken several inches in stature, while his head appeared to have grown larger, with the forehead almost bulbous in aspect. His fingers were extremely long and sensitive, but suggestive of great strength. His frame was thin to emaciation. “Good Heavens!” I gasped. “What has happened?” “It is an extreme case of mental influence upon matter,” answered Mor- timer, bending over the hypnotized man. “You remember how young Ben- net’s features tock on the characteristics of a Hun? A similar thing, but in a much intenser degree, has happened to Williams. He has become a man of the future physically as well as mentally.” | “Good Lord!” I cried. ““Waken him at once! This is horrible.” “To be frank with you,” said Mortimer gravely, “I am afraid to. He has been in this state much longer than I realized. To waken him too suddenly would be dangerous. It might even prove fatal.” For a moment he seemed lost in thought. Then he removed the ear phones from Williams’ head, and addressed him. ‘‘Sleep,” he commanded. “Sleep soundly and naturally. When you have rested sufficiently, you will awaken and be your normal self.’”’ 1 Shortly after this, I left Mortimer, and, although it was my day off duty, * went to my hospital. How good my commonplace tonsil cases seemed after the unholy things I had just experienced! I surprised the resident physician almost into a state of coma by putting in the remainder of the day in the hardest work possible in the free clinic; and finally went home, tired in mind and body. I turned in early for what I deemed a well-earned rest, and fell asleep - instantly. The next thing of which I was conscious was the insistent ringing of the telephone bell beside my bed. “Hello,” I cried sleepily, taking down the receiver. “Dr. Claybridge speaking.” “Claybridge, this is Mortimer,” came the almost hysterical response. “For God’s sake, come over to the laboratory at once!’’ “What has happened?” I demanded, instantly wide awake. It would take something unusual to wring such excitement from the unemotional Mor- timer. “It’s Williams,”” he answered. “I can’t bring him back. He got awake about an hour ago, and still believes that he is living in the future. Physically, he is the same as he was when last you saw him this afternoon.”’ 123 9 comicbooks.com