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It was not a busy time for the museum. The room was empty, except for two guards.

Without appearance of undue haste, two of the men sidled over to the guards, drew blackjacks from under
their clothing and swung them against the heads of the two guards. Both watchmen fell without an outcry.

The other man inserted a small jimmy under the wooden lid of the case and broke the lock. He lifted the
tablet out and shoved it inside his shirt under his belt. Then he tightened his belt to hold it there.

The three men walked out of the museum with their loot, attracting no attention.
TALL, bony William Harper Littlejohn came to the door of Doc SavageтАЩs skyscraper headquarters wearing a
weary expression. He also looked slightly annoyed. He had been examining the almost perfect skull of a
prehistoric man, which a cowboy in Wyoming had brought to light while digging post holes. The skull was
likely to prove the existence of a high type of man in America much earlier than any one expected.

William Harper Littlejohn instantly recognized two of his visitors as having been with the contingent of
reporters and cameramen. The third had the attire of a taxi driver.

"Salutations," William Harper Littlejohn said, not very enthusiastically.

"I got to talkinтАЩ with them other scribblers, after we left here, and found out you were an archaeologist," said
the man who had played reporter. "I had a friend who died a few weeks ago, and willed me his belongings.
About the only thing he had was a trunk full of junk. Old jars, tablets and such things. I thought IтАЩd bring one
of the things to you, and maybe you could tell me whether the stuff was worth anything or not."

The man now drew out of his shirt the tablet from the museum.

William Harper Littlejohn gaped at the object.

"IтАЩll be superamalgamated!" he exploded.

"It worth anything?" demanded the fake reporter.

"Antiquity indubitable!" murmured William Harper Littlejohn.

"ThereтАЩs a lot more of these thing," said the fake gentleman of the press.

"Is perlustration a potentiality?" murmured William Harper Littlejohn.

The visitors looked dizzy. The one playing the part of reporter grinned.

"DonтАЩt you know any little ones?" He held up a hand with thumb and forefinger separated about half an inch.
"Little ones about that long? Words, I mean."

"Can I see this trunk?" asked Littlejohn, thereby proving that he did know some small words.

"You sure can," said the reporter. "ItтАЩs in my rooming house. You wanta go out?"

"Subitaneously!" agreed William Harper Littlejohn.