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Chamber Of Horrors 19xx.xx.xx The Waxwork
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Chamber Of Horrors 19xx.xx.xx The Waxwork
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Narrator
Good evening, worshippers of Halloween, admirers of the ghostly and the ghastly. Welcome to my chamber of horrors and let me tell you a terrible tale of terror. My wife will be so pleased you've come. I'm sure she'll want to serve you for dinner. Come over here by the coffin, won't you? But leave your coat on. I'm going to tell some chilling stories tonight. Bone chilling on this Halloween? That's right, bundle up. Type. It would really be a pity if you've got a cold, because then you might leave here coughing. Or should I say in a coffin. And now, friend, turn your lights down low if you have the nerve. In fact, turn them out. I dare. And listen to a classic tale of terror.
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Raymond Hewson
The Wax Work.
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Narrator
No actors other than Mr. William Conrad. Oh yes, originally there were 15, but 14 died in rehearsal, leaving only Mr. Conrad to carry on. So here he is in the wax work.
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Raymond Hewson
While the uniformed attendants of Mariner's Waxworks were ushering the last stragglers through the.
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Manager
Great glass paneled double doors, the manager.
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Raymond Hewson
Sat in his office, interviewing Raymond Hewson. The manager was speaking.
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Manager
There's nothing new in your request, sir, and in fact we refuse it to different people. Mostly young bloods who've tried to make bets about three times a week, I should say. We have nothing to gain. Something to lose by letting people spend the night in our minds. If I allowed it and some young idiot lost his senses, what would be my position? But you're being a journalist somewhat alters the case.
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Raymond Hewson
Hewson smiled. I suppose you mean that journalists have no senses to lose.
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Manager
No, no, no, of course not. But one imagines them to be responsible people. Besides, we have something to gain here. Publicity and advancement.
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Raymond Hewson
Yes, exactly, said Hewson. And there I thought we might come to terms. The manager smiled.
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Manager
Yes, I know what's coming. You want to be paid twice, do you? You know, it used to be said years ago that Madame Tussaud would give a man £100 for sleeping alone in the chamber of horrors. Well, I hope you don't think that we've made any such offer. What is your paper, Mr. Hughes?
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Raymond Hewson
Well, I'm freelancing at present, sir, working on space for several papers. However, I would find no difficulty in getting the story printed. I'm sure the Morning Echo would use it like a shot. A night with mariners murderers. No live paper could turn it down, sir.
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Manager
Yes. How do you propose to treat it?
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Raymond Hewson
Well, I shall make it gruesome, of course.
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Manager
Gruesome?
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Raymond Hewson
With just a saving touch of humor. The manager nodded and offered Houston his cigarette case.
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Manager
Very well, Ms. Houston. You got your story printed in the Morning Echo. And there'll be a five pound note waiting for you when you can't come.
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Raymond Hewson
And call for it.
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Manager
But first of all, you realize it's no small ordeal that you're proposing to undertake. I'd like to be quite sure about you. I'd like you to be quite sure about yourself. I own I shouldn't care to take it on. I should hate having to sleep down there alone among them.
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Raymond Hewson
Why? Asked Khewson.
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Manager
Oh, I don't know. Isn't any reason, I suppose. I don't believe in ghosts. If I did, I should expect them to haunt the scene of their crimes or the spots where their bodies were laid instead of a cellar which happens to contain their waxwork effigies. Well, it's just that I couldn't sit.
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Raymond Hewson
Alone among them all night with their.
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Manager
Seeming to stare at me in the way they do. After all, they represent the lowest and the most appalling types of humanity. Well, the whole atmosphere of the place is unpleasant. And if you're susceptible to atmosphere, sir, I warn you that you're in for a very uncomfortable night.
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Raymond Hewson
Yusen had known that from the moment when the idea first occurred to him. His soul sickened at the prospect. But he had a wife and a family to keep, so here was a chance not to be missed. The price of a special story in the Morning Echo with a five pound note to add to it. Besides, if he wrote the story well, it might lead to an offer of regular employment. My manager smiled at him and rose.
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Manager
Well, I think the last of the people must have gone by now. Oh, there is one condition I'm afraid I must impose upon you, sir. I must ask you. Enough smoke. We had a fire scare up on the murder 10 this evening. I don't know who gave the alarm, but whoever it was, it was a false one. Fortunately, there were very few people down there at the time. And there might have been a panic. Now, if you're ready, we'll make a move. He led the way through an open.
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Raymond Hewson
Barrier and down ill lit stone stairs which conveyed a sinister impression of giving access to a dungeon.
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Manager
In a passage at the bottom were.
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Raymond Hewson
A few preliminary horrors, such as relics of the Inquisition, a rack taken from a medieval castle, branding irons, thumb screws, and other mementos of man's cruelty to men.
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Manager
Beyond the passage was the murderer's den.
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Raymond Hewson
It was a room of irregular shape with a vaulted roof and dimly lit by electric light burning behind inverted bowls of frosted glass.
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Manager
It was by design an eerie and.
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Raymond Hewson
Uncomfortable chamber, a chamber whose atmosphere invited its visitors to speak.
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Manager
In quispers, the waxwork murderers stood on.
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Raymond Hewson
Low pedestals with numbered tickets at their feet. Recent notoriety's rubbed dusty shoulders with the old favorites. The murderer of Weir stood as if frozen in the act of making a sharp window gesture to young Bywaters.
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Manager
And there was Lefroy, the poor half.
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Raymond Hewson
Baked little snob who killed for gain so that he might ape the gentleman.
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Manager
Within five yards of him sat Mrs.
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Raymond Hewson
Thompson, that erotic romanticist hanged to propitiate British middle class matronhood. Charles Peace, the only member of the vile company who looked uncompromisingly and entirely evil, sneered across a gangway at Norman Throne, Brown and Kennedy. The two most recent additions, stood between Mrs. Dyer and Patrick Mayan. The manager, walking around with Hewson, pointed out several of the more interesting of these unholy notabilities.
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Manager
That's Crippen. I expect you recognize him. Insignificant little beast who looks as if he couldn't tread on a worm. Oh, and that's Armstrong. Looks like a decent, harmless country gentleman, doesn't he? And there's Olvaquier. You can't miss him, of course, because of his beard. And this one.
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Raymond Hewson
Who's that? Houston? Asking a whisper.
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Manager
Here, come here. Have a good look at him. This is a star turn. He's the only one of the bunch that hasn't been hanged.
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Raymond Hewson
The figure which Hewson had indicated was that of a small, slight figure man not much more than five feet in height. It wore little waxed mustaches, large spectacles and a caped coat. There was something so exaggeratedly French in its appearance that it reminded Hewson of a stage caricature. He could not have said precisely why the mild looking face seemed to him so repellent, but he'd already recoiled a step, and even in the manager's company it cost him an effort to look again. But who is he? He asked.
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Manager
That, said the manager, is Dr. Burdett.
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Raymond Hewson
Houston shook his head doubtfully. I think I've heard the name, but I forget. In connection with what? The manager smiled.
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Manager
You'd remember better if you were a Frenchman. You know, for some long while, that man was the Terror of Paris. He carried on his work of healing by day and of road cutting by night. Why, he killed for the sheer devilish.
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Raymond Hewson
Pleasure it gave him to kill, and.
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Manager
Always in the same way for the razor. After his last crime, he left a.
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Raymond Hewson
Clue behind him which set the police upon his track. But he was much too clever for them.
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Manager
When he realized that the coils were closing about him, he mysteriously disappeared. And ever since, the police of every civilized country have been looking for him. There's no doubt that he managed to make away with himself and by some means which has prevented his body coming to light.
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Raymond Hewson
One or two crimes of a similar.
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Manager
Nature have taken place since his disappearance. But he is believed, almost for certain, to be dead, and the experts believe these recrudescences to be the work of an imitator. It's queer, isn't it, Ms. Houston, how every notorious murderer.
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Raymond Hewson
Hewson shuddered and fidgeted with his feet. I don't like him at all. What eyes he's got.
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Manager
Yes, this figure's a little masterpiece. You find the eyes bite into you. That's excellent realism, then, for Bodet practiced mesmerism and was supposed to mesmerize his.
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Raymond Hewson
Victims before dispatching them.
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Manager
Indeed, had he not done so, it's impossible to see how so small a man could have done his costly work. There were never any signs of a struggle.
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Raymond Hewson
I thought I saw him move, said Hewson with a catch in his voice. The manager smiled.
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Manager
You'll have more than one optical illusion before the night's out, I expect, sir. Well, I'm sorry, I can't give you any more light because all the lights are on. For obvious reasons, we keep this place as gloomy as possible and, well, there's good night.
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Raymond Hewson
Housing wheeled a swivel chair, a heavy one, upholstered and plush, a little way down the central gangway, and deliberately turned it so that its back was toward the effigy of Dr. Burdette. For some undefined reason, he liked Dr. Burdett a great deal less than his companions. Busying himself with arranging the chair, he was almost light hearted. But when the manager's footfalls had died away and a deep hush stole over the chamber, he realized that he had no slight ordeal before him.
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Manager
Among them.
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Raymond Hewson
Many figures standing in stiff, unnatural poses. The effigy of the dreadful little doctor stood out with a queer prominence, perhaps because of a steady beam of light beat straight down upon it. Houston flinched before the parody of mildness which some fiendishly skilled craftsman had managed to convey in wax, met the eyes.
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Manager
For one agonized second, and then turned.
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Raymond Hewson
Again to face the other direction. He's only a wax work like the rest of you, yosem muttered defiantly.
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Manager
You're all only waxworks. They were only waxworks, yes, but waxworks don't move.
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Raymond Hewson
Oh. Not that he had seen the least movement anywhere.
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Raymond Hewson
Struck him that in the moment or two while he'd looked behind him, there.
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Manager
Had been the least subtle change in.
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Raymond Hewson
The grouping of the figures in front. Crippen, for instance, seemed to have turned at least one degree to the left. Or, thought Houston. Perhaps the illusion was due to the fact that he had not slewed his chair back into its exact original position. But there were Brown and Kennedy, too. Surely one of them had moved his hands. He held his breath for a moment and then threw his courage back to him as a man lifts a weight. He took a notebook from his pocket and wrote quickly. Memo Deathly silence and unearthly stillness of figures. Like being at bottom of sea. Hypnotic eyes, Dr. Bodette Figures seem to him move when not being watched. He closed the book suddenly over his fingers and looked around quickly and awfully over his right shoulder. He had neither seen nor heard a movement, but it was as if some sixth sense had made him aware of one. He looked straight into the vapid countenance of Lefroy, which smiled vacantly back as if to say, it wasn't I. No, of course it wasn't he, or any of them. It was his own nerves. Or was it? Then why all that silent unrest about him, a subtle something in the air which did not quite break the silence and happened whichever way he looked just beyond the boundaries of his vision. He swung round quickly to encounter the mild but baleful stare of Dr. Burdette. And then, without warning, he jerked his head back to stairs, straight at Crippen. He'd nearly caught Trephen that time. You better be careful, Crippen, and all.
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Manager
The rest of you.
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Raymond Hewson
If I do see one of you move, I'll smash you to pieces. Do you hear? He ought to go, he told himself. Already he'd experienced enough to write his story. Or 10 stories for the matter of that. Well, then, why not go? The Morning Echo would be none the wiser as to how long he'd stayed. Nobody'd care, so long as his story.
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Manager
Was a good one.
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Raymond Hewson
Yes, but the manager. One never knew. Perhaps the manager would quibble over that five pound note which he needed so badly. He wondered if his wife were asleep or if she were lying awake and thinking of him. That she'd laugh when he told her that he'd imagine. That he'd imagine this was a little too much. It was bad enough that the wax work effigies of murderers should move when they weren't being watched, but it was intolerable that they should breathe. Somebody was breathing. Or was it his own breath, which sounded to him as if it came from a distance? He sat rigid, listening, straining, until he exhaled with a long sigh. His own breath after all. But if not, something had divined that he was listening and had ceased breathing simultaneously. Hewson turned his head swiftly around and looked all about him, out of haggard and hunted eyes. Everywhere his gaze encountered the vacant waxen faces. And everywhere he felt that by just some least fraction of a second he had missed seeing a movement of hand or foot, a silent opening, a compression of lips, a flicker of eyelids, a look of human intelligence now smoothed out. They were like naughty children in a classroom, whispering, fidgeting and laughing behind their teacher's back, but blandly innocent when his gaze was turned upon them. No, no, this would not do. This distinctly would not do. He must clutch at something, grip with his mind upon something which belonged essentially to the workaday world, to the daylight London streets. He was Raymond Hewson, an unsuccessful journalist, a living and breathing man, and these.
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Manager
Figures grouped around him were only dummies.
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Raymond Hewson
So they could neither move nor whisper. Or what did it matter if they were supposed to be lifelike effigies of murderers?
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Manager
They were only made of wax and sawdust and stood there for the entertainment of morbid sightseers and earning sucking trippers.
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Raymond Hewson
That was better. Now, what Was that funny story which somebody had told him in the Falstaff Club yesterday? Oh yes. He recalled part of it, but not all. For the gaze of Dr. Burdett urged, challenged and finally compelled him to turn.
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Manager
Houston half turned and then swung his.
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Raymond Hewson
Chair so as to bring him face to face with a wearer of those dreadful hypnotic eyes. His own eyes were dilated and his mouth at first set in a grin of terror, lifted at the corners in a snarl. And then Houston spoke and woke a hundred sinister echoes. You moved.
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Dr. Burdett
Yes, you did.
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Manager
You moved.
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Narrator
I saw you.
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Dr. Burdett
You move.
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Raymond Hewson
Bernays sat quite still, staring straight before him like a man found frozen in the Arctic snows. Dr. Bodette Movements were leisurely. He stepped off his pedestal with the mincing care of a lady alighting from a bus. The platform stood about 2ft from the ground. On the edge of it a plush covered rope hung in arc like curves. Dr. Burdette lifted up the rope until.
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Manager
It formed an arch for him to pass under, stepped off the platform and.
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Raymond Hewson
Sat down on the edge facing Houston. They nodded and smiled and said good evening.
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Dr. Burdett
I need hardly tell you that not until I overheard a conversation between you and the worthy manager of this establishment did I suspect that I should have the pleasure of a companion here for the night. You cannot move or speak without my bidding, but you can hear me perfectly well. Something tells me that you are, shall I say, nervous? My dear sir, I have no illusions. I am not one of these contemptible effigies miraculously come to life. I am Dr. Burdett himself.
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Raymond Hewson
He paused, coughed, and shifted his legs.
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Dr. Burdett
Pardon me, but I am a little stiff. Please let me explain. Circumstances with which I need not fatigue. You have made it desirable that I should live in England. I was close to this building this evening when I saw a policeman regarding me. I thought a little too curiously. I guessed that he intended to follow and perhaps ask me embarrassing questions. So I mingled with the crowd and came in here. Ekohen brought my admission to the chamber in which we not meet and an inspiration showed me a certain means of escape. I raised a cry of fire and when all the fools had rushed to the stairs, I stripped my effigy of the caped coat which you behold me wearing. Donned it, hid my effigy under the platform at the back and took its place on the pedestal. The manager's description of me, which I had the embarrassment of being compelled to over here, was biased, but not altogether inaccurate. Clearly I am not dead. Although it is as well that we will think otherwise. No his account of my abbey, which I have indulged for years, although through necessity less frequently of late, was remaining true. For, you see, the world is divided between collectors and non collectors. With the non collectors, we are not concerned. The collectors collect anything according to their individual taste, from money to cigarette cards, from mouth to matchboxes. I collect throats.
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Raymond Hewson
He paused again and regarded Hewson's throat with interest mingled with disfavor.
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Dr. Burdett
I am obliged to the chance which brought us together tonight, and perhaps it would seem ungrateful to complain from motives of personal safety. My activities have been somewhat curtailed of late years, and I am glad of this opportunity of gratifying my somewhat unusual whim. But you, sir, you have such a skinny neck. If you will overlook a personal remark, I should never have selected you from choice. I like men with thick necks. Thick red mix.
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Raymond Hewson
He fumbled in an inside pocket and took out something, which he tested against a wet forefinger and then proceeded to pass gently to and fro across the palm of his left hand.
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Dr. Burdett
This is a little French razor. The blade, you will observe, is very narrow. They do not cut very deep, but deep enough. In just one little moment you shall see for yourself. And now I shall ask you the little civil question of all the polite barbers. Does the razor suit you, sir?
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Raymond Hewson
He rose up, a diminutive but menacing figure of evil, and approached Houston with a silent 30th step of a hunting panther.
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Dr. Burdett
You will have the goodness to raise your chin a little. Thank you.
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Manager
And a little more. Just a little more.
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Dr. Burdett
Ah, thank you. Mercy. Mercy. Mercy.
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Raymond Hewson
Over one end of the chamber was a thick sky of frosted glass, which by day let in a few sickly and filtered rays from the floor above. After sunrise, these began to mingle with the subdued light from the electric bulbs, and this mingled illumination added a certain ghastlyness to a scene which needed no additional touch of horror. The waxwork figures stood apathetically in their places, waiting to be admired or execrated by the crowds who would presently wander fearfully among them in their midst. In the center gangway, Houston sat still, leaning far back in his swivel chair. His chin was up, tilted, as if he were waiting to receive attention from a barber. And although there was not a scratch.
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Manager
Upon his throat nor anywhere upon his.
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Raymond Hewson
Body, he was cold and dead. Dr. Burdett, on his pedestal, watched the dead man unemotionally. He did not move, nor was he capable of motion.
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Manager
But then, after all, he was only a wax work.
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Narrator
Well, friend, I do hope that you savored our gruesome little tale of terror and tallow called the wax word. I just wonder if you had the nerve to listen if your lights turned off. If you did, it's time to turn them on again. Go ahead. Just don't sit there. Get up. Well, what do you know? Stone bed.
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