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"Yes."

"I wonder," Ham said, "why he had just one ski pole?"

Monk said, "Maybe he carried it for the same reason you carry that silly cane."

Ham ignored the suggestion. "The fellow was in trouble, Doc. He was coming to us. The other man, the
one with the diamonds and the Rolls-Royce, intercepted him. The man with the ski pole had to flee for
his life."

Doc Savage nodded slightly. "That must be what happened."

"Why the owl?" Ham asked.

The owl himself proceeded to ask that question in a way that stood their hair on end.
The revolver lay on the table. The owl flew to it, landed beside the gun. In a leisurely way, but as if he
knew what he was doing, the owl turned the gun around.

"Dumb cluck," Monk said. "He thinks that gun is something to play— Hey! Look out!"

The owl clenched a claw over the hammer, squeezed and cocked the gun. Generations of forebears who
had picked up their living with their claws had given the owl strength to spare in his claws. He cocked the
gun without difficulty. Then he pulled the trigger.

The gun exploded with the tremendous report that guns always make in a room.

The bullet broke the glass out of the window.

The owl calmly flew out of the hole he had made, and away.

Monk made fighting-off-the-impossible movements with his hands.

He said, "That night chicken shot off that gun as if he had a human mind!"



Chapter II. JASPER
DOC SAVAGE jerked open a drawer and got a pair of binoculars and went to the window. He said,
"Grab two portable radio outfits and get downstairs. We are going to catch that owl if we can."

Monk and Ham hastily dashed into the laboratory—the laboratory comprised most of the
headquarters—and snatched up radios. The outfits were about the size of the so-called "personal" radio
sets, but these were complete transmitter-receiver outfits which would function on short wave for a great
distance.

The fact that chasing an owl was a silly thing to do did not occur to Monk and Ham until they were
downstairs.

"If it wasn’t Doc’s orders," Monk said, "I would think somebody had lost his mind around here."