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Returning to his private officeтАФhe again locked the door to keep the receptionist outтАФDr. Samuel
Harmony used the telephone and tried to get his chauffeur. He failed.
After he realized he wouldnтАЩt be able to contact the chauffeur, Dr. Samuel Harmony sat there
contemplating the instrument. Obviously, he would have liked to use it. But he shook his head uneasily.

"May be tapped," he muttered again.

An idea occurred to him. He pulled a prescription pad to him, wrote a message on it, tore off the sheet,
put it in an envelope, which he addressed. He repeated the operation, the message being exactly the
same in each case. They read:

Calico Parks in town to see Doc Savage. This may mean they are investigating the South Orion thing.
Suggest scram out of town for two months at least.

Sam

With the writing of those messages, Dr. Samuel Harmony seemed to consciously lose his character as a
physician with an office in a swanky part of town. His manner as a physician had been suave and
dignified, somewhat on the snob side, but now he was only a scared man.

It had been fright, actually, which had turned him so pale a bit earlier, when he had told the girl heтАЩd had
a fainting spell. It wasnтАЩt any fainting spell. It was an attack of compounded terror.

He sealed the envelopes containing the messages, and carried them in to his receptionist.

She was sitting there, tear-eyed, wondering where she would get another job.

"Will you mail these?" said Sam Harmony. He made his voice sharp and harsh. "And donтАЩt fail to do
it," he added.

The girl gave such a start of astonishment, because of the harshness of his tone, that he hurriedly made his
voice less snarling, so the girl would not be suspicious, and explained.

"Those are rather important," he said.

The girl looked at the envelopes, said nothing.

"They are prescriptions for several people," Sam Harmony said. "The prescriptions are vital to their
health."

"I see," the girl said, and went out to find a mailbox.

Sam Harmony looked after her, grinned thinly and reflected that she didnтАЩt see at all; she didnтАЩt suspect
anything. She was a nervous, excitable, timid kind of girl, and if she had suspected anything near the truth,
he reflected, she probably would have had hysterics and spasms.

He would be glad to get out of this damned office and this infernal town, he decided. He hated, though,
to be driven out involuntarily.

However, itтАЩs a wise crow that takes to tall timber when he sees a shotgun, Sam Harmony reflected.