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to the big, solemn-faced man behind him.

"Renny, you will see what has happened," he said, quietly. "You will have a look around and bring the body
in."

Colonel John Renwick, known as "Renny," an engineer of worldwide repute, moved his great bulk toward the
outer door. Renny was a giant in breath and stature. His rugged features were always solemn, almost
melancholy. But that was deceptive.

Doc spoke next to the other big man beside him. This man was of ungainly, squat appearance. His small
eyes twinkled under the shaggiest of jutting brows. His long arms trailed his hands below his knees.

"Monk," directed Doc, "you will have a look around outside on the stairs. Perhaps it would be well to drop
down a few floors by elevator, then come up carefully."

Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett Mayfair, known as "Monk," the widely famed chemist of DocтАЩs group,
grunted in a childish treble. He scuttled in the direction of the elevators.

Doc thus had started the quickest possible means of finding out what a dead man outside his door might
mean. Then he addressed his visitor.

"Your reception has been somewhat unpleasant," said the bronze man. "You have excellent nerve. I take it
you are Professor Callus, the oceanographer?"

The man bowed and agreed. "I am Professor Callus. I have been in touch with a friend in the Geodetic Survey.
He mentioned you were seeking to trace the origin of the prevailing subsea disturbance."

"We have been working on that," stated Doc Savage. "I admit we probably have little more information than
yourself, if we have as much. What we know thus far we will gladly pass along."

Professor Callus wagged his head again. His skull had the peculiar appearance of a shining globe. It was
partly bald, and apparently too large for his scrawny neck and skinny body.

"Seeing the man outside the door was somewhat of a shock," he said, slowly. "It was more so because I
recognized him."

The voice of Professor Callus was still so calm that another of DocтАЩs companions emitted an exclamation.

"ThatтАЩs nerve!" he said to the man beside him. "He walks onto a dead man! He knows him! And he doesnтАЩt
turn a hair!"

The speaker was a slender, well-dressed fellow. He had the sharp nose and the keen eyes of an analyst.
Which he was. For the speaker was Brigadier General Theodore Marley Brooks, otherwise known as "Ham,"
the legal luminary of Doc SavageтАЩs group. Ham carried a sword cane, the tip of which was covered with a
chemical that, injected in the skin, would produce instant unconsciousness.

Professor Callus apparently did not catch HamтАЩs remark.

"The dead man is a colleague, after a manner of speaking," he volunteered. "He isтАФor wasтАФProfessor
Homus Jasson, and he also has been a deep student of oceanography. I imagine he must have been on