Stanton A. Coblentz

Stanton A. Coblentz

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Portrait of Stanton A. Coblentz Stanton A. Coblentz Headhunters of Nuamerica

Then might this not be what had happened to Judith and himself? In their profound unconsciousness, time would have no meaning for them; generation after generation might be born, grow to maturity and old age, and pass away while they slept their dreamless sleep, to be awakened at last when the opening of their tomb had released the poisoned fumes and let in some pure air.
By some swift intuition, Downey felt sure that this was what had happened.
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Portrait of Stanton A. Coblentz Stanton A. Coblentz Headhunters of Nuamerica

Downey stared, and said nothing, more convinced than ever of the Councillor's madness.
"Of course, if it were not for you young man," the leader went on, meditatively, "I would have been in my grave two centuries ago. It is you who supply us with the robust young bodies to keep our old heads alive. I well remember how, just two hundred and nine years ago, I was pronounced at the point of death from heart disease—and the transfusion to a young body was performed barely in the nick of time.
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Portrait of Stanton A. Coblentz Stanton A. Coblentz Headhunters of Nuamerica

The Doctor paced slowly about the room, shaking his aged head doubtfully; while he himself, as Judith continued operation with the powder-puff, all at once began to sneeze.
"By my old head, I do hope I haven't caught it too!" he snapped, withdrawing from Downey anxiously. And then, with sudden decisiveness, "That settles it! I'm afraid I have bad news for you, young man. All our decapitation heroes, as you know, must be in the best physical condition. We can't take the chance of having them contaminate an old head. Our rule is, 'Safety first.' So you see, young man, I am left no choice.
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