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somewhat the same mission as myself."



THEY were now in Doc SavageтАЩs great library. This room, with other offices and perhaps the worldтАЩs most
completely equipped laboratory were on the eighty-sixth floor of lower ManhattanтАЩs most impressive
skyscraper.

At the time Professor Callus had entered, Doc and his companions were intensively engaged with a wide
variety of instruments. Every known device for indicating weather conditions was in service.

For in the past few days, strange disturbances had been reported by the government Coast and Geodetic
Survey. Delicate instruments had been disturbed to the extent of being put out of business.

The inexplicable emanation appeared to come from the depths of the sea. Tonight Doc Savage was
attempting to not only trace the disturbance, but to isolate the position of its origin.

Thus far, the man of bronze had been unsuccessful.

Until the moment of the arrival of Professor Callus, the phenomenon had been accepted as probably some
natural, perhaps some undersea volcanic, disturbance.

But now there was a dead man outside the door. And Professor Callus had said he was an oceanographer
like himself.



THE matter of the identification brought no comment from Doc Savage. Renny was coming in. He was
bearing a body of slight form and weight in his huge arms.

"Holy cow!" boomed Renny, placing the body on a couch near the library table. "Feels like he might have
been out there some time! The bodyтАЩs already stiff, Doc. And it looks to me like we missed something by him
not getting in here alive!"

DocтАЩs bronzed hands were already busy. He was removing a variety of lethal instruments from the pockets of
the dead manтАЩs loose-fitting, shabby suit.

"Great guns!" exploded Ham. "He seems to have been a man going places for purposes of much violence!
Are those things bombs, Doc?"

Ham indicated two round, black objects equipped with timing triggers.

"They are bombs," stated Doc, calmly. "And from their compact form, I imagine they contain enough high
explosive to have wrecked this whole floor."

"This is indeed most peculiar," commented Professor Callus. "IтАЩve always known Professor Jasson as a very
mild sort of man. Yet that must be an automatic pistol. And is that other instrument a weapon?"

Doc had removed a loaded automatic of large calibre. He was examining the other device. It had the
appearance of an oversize water pistol such as might have been used by a child. But Doc put it carefully