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Chapter 3. WARNING OF THE WEREWOLF
THE window of the drawing-room in which the four rigid forms lay, was closed tightly. Lunging to it, Doc
wrenched Up' the sliding sash. The noise of the train wheels came in through the window like the moaning
of a mechanical monster.

Big-fisted Renny, after his one wailing cry that the four men were dead, went into action. He sank beside
one of the prone forms.

The individual over whom Renny stooped was a startling figure. He hardly exceeded five feet in height,
yet outweighed Renny's own tremendous bulk fully ten pounds. Nearly as wide as he was tall, he had
arms inches longer than his legs. His face was incredibly homely. The fellow who would pass as first
cousin to a gorilla.

This was "Monk." As Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett Mayfair, his accomplishments in the field of
experimental chemistry were known to both hemispheres.

"Holy cow!" Renny yelled. "They're not dead!"

Doc Savage replied nothing. He made a round of the drawing-room, sensitive nostrils testing the air. His
weird, flake-pool golden eyes roved about.

He examined the doorlock, the key. The latter was in place from the inside. Obviously, the
drawing-room had been locked from the interior.

Doc picked up the nearest of his four inert friends. This man was extremely tall, and as thin as a skeleton.
His coat draped on his shoulders as on a coat hanger. Spectacles were still in place on his nose. These
were peculiar, in that the left lens was extraordinarily thick.

This man was "Johnny" - William Harper Littlejohn. The proudest possession of a famous Eastern
museum was an archaeological exhibit of the ancient Mayan civilization which Johnny had contributed.
Mining engineers consulted textbooks which he had written on geology.

Johnny had lost use of his left eye in the War. Needing a magnifying glass in his business, he carried one
in the left side of his spectacles for convenience.

Doc Savage hurried into the corridor. Within a few minutes he was back, carrying a medical case.

He began administering restoratives.

"Pulse very slow in all four of them," he announced to Renny. "Respiration only perceptible when you
hold a mirror in front of their lips. They're about all in."

"Ain't a mark on 'em!" Renny rumbled.

"So I notice," Doc agreed.
"But what happened to them?"

"Something very mysterious," Doc said grimly. "Let's snap them out of it and see if they can shed light on
what has occurred."