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of metal, and the body.

The police investigators now asked Doc Savage to have another look at the fantastic thing in the alley, and
furnish them with any theories which they might pursue in their investigation. Doc was not unwilling. He knew
very well that the police had an efficient organization, and he frequently co├╢perated with them.

Doc went to the alley with the policemen.

The two clerks in the cable office seemed very glad indeed to see the bronze man and the cops depart. Their
relief was tempered somewhat by the fact that one cop remained behind, to see that no one wandered around
messing finger prints. The clerks, pretending to examine messages, held a whispered consultation.

"This is sorta risky" one said. "We better blow. WeтАЩve got them two cablegrams that the bronze guy filed."

"We better see what the chief wants us to do," the other muttered.

The man went to a telephone. The cable office phones were fitted with box affairs over the mouthpieces, so
that the instruments could be spoken into with privacy. This made it simple for the man to telephone without
the policeman on guard overhearing.

"Doc Savage filed two cablegrams," said the clerk, when he had his party.

"Read them to me," directed the person at the other end of the wire.

This individual spoke in a whisper. It is very difficult to identify a voice from a whisper over a telephone wire.

The clerk read both messages.

The whisperer cursed heartily, but did not forget to keep whispering.

"That means the girl got to Doc Savage," said the whisperer. "It also means that she couldnтАЩt tell him what it
is all about. HeтАЩs trying to get hold of Louis Tester, to learn the story. WeтАЩve got to stop that."

"Sure," said the clerk. "But how?"



THE other had quick wits. Almost immediately, a cablegram was dictated over the phone. It was addressed
to Louis Tester, care of the airport at Panama, Canal Zone, and read:
SEEVERS MURDERED WITHOUT TELLING STORY STOP WANT YOU TO GIVE STORY TO MY AID
COLONEL JOHN RENWICK WHO IS ABOARD SCHOONER NINETY MILES SOUTH SOUTHWEST OF
DRY TORTUGAS ISLAND STOP FIND SCHOONER LAND AND COOPERATE WITH COLONEL RENWICK
STOP SCHOONER IS THE TWO-MASTED VESSEL INNOCENT

DOC SAVAGE

"
Send that message, then destroy it," directed the voice. "Do not send the message which Doc Savage filed
to Louis Tester, but stamp it as if it were sent, so nobody will get suspicious."
"O. K.," said the clerk. "What about the other message, to Colonel Renwick?"