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extracted it. This is what it was.”

He exhibited a wrist identification tag, a small one, designed to be fastened about a wrist with a slender
chain.

The inscription read:

The Explorers League, New York

No. 341

“I called the Explorers League, ship-to-shore,” Dr. Cunico explained. “The man from the crow's nest is
named William Harper Littlejohn. He is a great archaeologist and geologist.”

“That explains it,” said Captain Hardgrove.

“Explains what?"

“Anyone with those two words for a business—well, you would expect to find him in a crow's nest.”

Dr. Cunico shook his head. “The man is known all over the world.”

“He is, eh?"

“Furthermore,” said Dr. Cunico, “he is a close friend and associate of a man named Clark Savage, Jr.,
better known as Doc Savage.”



CAPTAIN HARDGROVE walked over and hung an oilskin over the cage of his parrot. The
expression—mixed startled interest, greed—was gone from his face when he turned.
“So?” he asked.

“Haven't you ever heard of him?"

“Who? The fellow you mentioned—Savage? No, don't recall the name.”

“He is an amazing man in many ways, I've heard,” said Dr. Cunico. “I happen to know that no living
surgeon claims to be able to touch him in ability. I understand he is equally good in other lines. His
avocation, if not his main business, is trouble. Strange trouble. In strange parts of the world.”

Captain Hardgrove considered that. “Would you call this a strange part of the world, my good doctor?"

Dr. Cunico looked steadily at Captain Hardgrove. Cunico had never quite made out Captain Hardgrove.
He did not like the man. He sometimes suspected that everything inside Captain Hardgrove, everything
that did not show on the surface, was completely evil.

“I would call snowballs on the hottest day of summer a trifle strange,” he said.

With no expression, Captain Hardgrove asked, “Did you try to get hold of this—what is his