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Park put the telegrams he had just copied in his coat pocket. There was quite a sheaf of them, and they
were all for Clark Savage, Jr.

He locked up the office.

Out on the sidewalk, he looked in vain for a taxicab. There wasn't a cab. Park glanced at his watch, saw
it was now after five, and knew there wouldn't be a cab. The taxi was always out at the defense plant at
this time of day, doubling as a bus and hauling defense workers.

“Oh, shucks!” Park said. “I'll have to deliver these telegrams myself. But I'll do that later. They just tell
the guy the same thing he's been getting all day, so he won't mind.”

“Which direction is the drugstore?” asked Attorney Martha Colby.

“This way,” said Park.

They did not get to the drugstore, however.



WHERE they got to was somewhere entirely different, and it was not their choice. It was very
troublesome, in fact.
The difficulties began when Parker O'Donnel climbed into the truck. It seemed to him at the moment that
he was doing a most natural thing when he clambered into the truck.

The truck was a big yellow moving van, and it was parked at the sidewalk not far up the street from the
telegraph office. Or rather, it was down the street, and it pulled to the sidewalk and halted, and a man
sprang out. He was a lengthy and rather seedy individual.

“Hey!” he called. “Hey, are you Park O'Donnel?”

“Sure,” Park said. “Why?”

The man jerked a thumb in the direction of the inside of the truck body. “He keeps calling for you,” he
said.

“Keeps calling for me!” Park said, puzzled. “What are you talking about, a little green man?”

The other looked dumbfounded, and said, “Your pal. Harry, your pal, I guess he is. He keeps calling for
you.”

Park had a pal named Harry. Harry Waters, who was on the same bowling team.

“What's the matter with Harry? Calling for me, you say!” Park blurted. “Is he hurt? Great grief, is Harry
hurt?”

The long, seedy man registered sadness. “I'm afraid he is.” He pointed at the van. “He's in there, lying on
some canvas.”