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Not one of the journalists guessed anything near the incredible truth! When the collective conversation shifted to such subjects as the horse races, and the pet insanities of certain city editors, two men detached themselves from the group. They did this casually. One of the pair carried a large press camera. The other wore a suit which needed pressing, and had a vest pocket stuffed full of copy pencils. As a matter of fact, the man was not a reporter. Neither was his companion a news cameraman. THE two mysterious gentlemen held a conference outside, covering up with the business of lighting cigarettes. "Not so hot, huh?" muttered the one with the camera. "You said something," agreed the other. "That skinny gink with the big words was not putting out information. I believe Doc Savage is taking a hand in the Mandebran business!" "But how could he have gotten wise?" "Maybe he isnтАЩtтАФentirely." "Probably notтАФyet." "Then we gotta make him stop nosinтАЩ around before he finds out too much!" "Yeah," the man with the seedy suit and the pocket full of copy pencils agreed. "ThatтАЩs the chiefтАЩs orders." "You got any ideas," demanded the first, "about how to do it?" "I always got ideas," said his companion. "Come on." They now walked rapidly down a side street, and got in a certain taxicab which had been waiting for them. The driver of the cab was a casual-mannered young man, with a face which was noteworthy for its absence of chin. "The Museum of Natural History," directed one of the passengers as they got seated. "What the hell?" snorted the driver. "You guys decided to get an education or something?" "Stick around us," he was told, "and youтАЩll get an education!" Some three quarters of an hour later, the trio stood looking at a case in the Museum of Natural History. The case held a small plaque which, the card on the case stated, had come from the tomb of the famous Tutankhamen. |
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