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Johnny Littlejohn. But I didnтАЩt know there was any such thing as an international archaeologist, and
particularly, a mysterious one."

Doc Savage smiled slightly. "You seem to think I have some connection with this?"

"Well, this scared physician, in his notes telling his friends to scram, mentions a Calico Parks who had
come to see you," Ham pointed out. "You know any Calico Parks?"

Doc Savage nodded.

"Edward Ellston Parks," the bronze man said, "is sometimes called Calico Parks."

"There you are," Ham said. "ThatтАЩs what I meant."

Before he replied directly, the giant bronze man entered the library, going to a large glass case, one of the
few in the room which did not contain books. He unlocked the door of this case, slid the panel back, and
removed a box which, when opened, proved to be filled with cotton padding. Doc lifted a part of the
padding and disclosed a peculiar, rather hideous, grayish-colored thing.

Ham peered at it. "What an ugly booger!" he exclaimed. "What is that thing, anyway?"

"An almost perfect ossified specimen of a young pterodactyl," Doc explained. "It is a rare thing. Edward
Ellston Parks, or Calico ParksтАФwhichever you want to call himтАФgave it to me to classify, then turn over
to a museum."

"You met him at the boat to get that thing?" Ham asked.

The bronze man nodded. "Yes."

"Do you know anything else about him?"

Doc Savage shook his head. "Nothing," he said, "except that he has been in the field of archaeology for a
number of years, and is quite famous."

Ham opened his mouth to make some comment, but he closed it. His eyes grew round and startled.

"Listen!" he shouted. "AinтАЩt that shooting? Sounds like it was down on the street!"

Chapter III. FLIGHT FROM HATE
HAM dived for a window. The window was heavy, of bulletproof construction, and the dapper lawyer
had trouble getting the sash to swing open. He grabbed the sill and leaned far over, staring downward.
Then he made an angry soundтАФthe distance was too great and the perpendicular angle too difficult, for
him to distinguish muchтАФand whirling, he ran to the laboratory, to return in a moment carrying a pair of
strong binoculars. He focused the glasses downward.
Doc Savage was also leaning from the window. The bronze manтАЩs eyes were far sharper than those of
Ham, due to the rather unusual scientific training which had been exercised in the bronze manтАЩs
upbringing.

Far below, things were a little confused.