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was a large book open on his desk. The counter clerk knew this book was a late work outlining in brief
the discoveries of scientists during the past ten years or so. The night manager was interested in different
branches of science. He riffled through the pages, and opened them to the section marked, “Light.”

“Read this,” he advised, and pointed out a paragraph.

Some to the most advanced study of the dispersion of doubly refracting and naturally gyrating substances
has been conducted by Clark Savage, Jr., (better known as Doc Savage).

Leo Bell asked, “What are naturally gyrating and doubly refracting substances?”

“Never mind,” said the night manager.

He opened the book at another section marked, “Chemistry,” and said, “Read this.”

Great impetus has been given colorimetric analysis by recent work of Doc Savage.

Before Leo could speak, the night manager turned to another part of the book marked, “Electricity,” and
pointed out an item:

To Doc Savage, the field of electric science is indebted for new theories concerning velocity of
propagation of electro-magnetic effects through air.

The night manager hurriedly shifted to a portion of the volume designated as dealing with “Surgery.”

One of the greatest methods of recent years for the intravenous administration of hypertonic solutions in
delicate brain operations is credited to Doc Savage.

Leo Bell exploded.

“Whew!”
he gulped. “That guy Doc Savage seems to be tops at everything!”
The night manager grinned. “There's a note at the front of this book about him. It says that Doc Savage
has one of the most remarkable brains of any man ever to live. It says he is a mental marvel.”

They both re-read the telegram which had been found on the counter blank. Leo Bell now broached the
subject of the upsetting wastebasket and the mysterious appearance of the missive, but he spoke
hesitantly, and none too firmly, because the whole thing seemed ridiculous.

The night manager laughed him down.

“Somebody came in and left the message,” he said. “Of course we'll send it!”

They sent it.



HALF an hour later, the telephone rang, and Leo Bell answered it. He heard the most striking voice to
which he had ever listened. It was a man's voice, and even over the telephone it had impressive quality
and a tone of great flexibility and power under careful restraint. There was something compelling about