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his boat. These small noises did not matter, being lost in the rhythmic lappings of waves among the pilings
of the piers along the near-by water front.

Ool peered intently into the darkness. It was very black, yet the man with the strange mother-of-pearl
complexion seemed to have some slight ability to see in the darkness, for he soon pulled in toward one
particular pier.

This pier was roofed over, and it bulked large in the darkness. Across the outer end, after the fashion of
piers, a name was lettered:

HIDALGO TRADING COMPANY

Most of the building was smoke-stained, old-looking, but there was a part, a higher addition to one side,
which was obviously quite new. The end of this was closed with enormous doors.

Ool pulled his rowboat close to the pier warehouse and made the painter fast to a piling For an instant,
he stood looking up out of his flat, water-colored eyes at the blackly looming hulk of the structure. Then
he grasped the nearest piling.

He did not look like a strong man, yet he shinned up the smooth timber with squirrel agility, and reaching
the top of the piling, he continued his ascent up the warehouse wall, employing a steel girder, a number of
which formed the outer structure of the wall.
A moment later, he squirmed over the top of the hangar.

He listened for a time. There was no sound, except small water noises. Ool crept forward, making for a
large ventilator. He rounded this. Then things happened.

A squat, bulky form hurtled from behind the ventilator. Tremendous arms enwrapped Ool in a grip that
forced air from his lung with a sharp roar. The stocky attacker wedged a head under Ool's chin, and
Ool's stringy neck was bent until it creaked.

Ool tried desperately to bring his right hand into play, but it was pinned to his side. He lifted his feet in an
attempt to overbalance his assailant. The apish attacker did not upset. Ool's mother-of-pearl face began
to take on a purplish hue. He was entirely helpless.

Chapter 3. THE MAN WHO WAS NOT HUMAN
A FLASHLIGHT spiked a white beam out of the darkness and another man came from behind the
ventilator.

"You do have your moments, eh, Monk?" he asked.

"Frisk 'im, Ham," grunted the apish man who had seized Ool. "See if he's got a gun."

The newcomer, "Ham," placed his flashlight on the roof, then stepped forward to search Ool. This put
him in the flash glow. He was lean, of about average height, and attired in remarkably dapper fashion. He
carried a slender black cane.

Ool stared at him.

"Brigadier General Theodore Marley Brooks," he said emotionlessly.