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“When I bring that Indian, Slow John,” said Dr. Light, “you play along like it's a natural case. Just listen
to me and take your cues.” “

Sure.”

Dr. Light then got in his car. He drove to Dr. Wilson's home, where he found Slow John.

Slow John had returned with the milk, found Dr. Wilson missing, and he was worried.

He had finished searching the house, and was walking around outside.

Dr. Light became innocence itself.

“Hello, Slow John,” he said. “What happened today?”

Slow John was not bad at innocence himself. “What mean?” he asked. At times, when he wanted to be
particularly obtuse, he had the habit of pretending not to be able to handle the English language too well.

“I thought something awful might have happened to Dr. Wilson,” said Dr. Light, lying.

“He was found wandering, out of his mind, on the edge of town. I was called. He is at my hospital now.”

Slow John's jaw fell. He was shocked.

“Where is he now?”

“At my little hospital. He is asking for you.”

“I go see him right now, “ Slow John said excitedly.

“Yes, I think you had better. I think he wants to tell you to do something.”

“Tell me to do something?”

“Yes. He will explain.”

“He is able to talk?”

“He is very nervous. You have been around Dr. Wilson long enough to understand how nervous
breakdowns come upon a man. They are often brought on by intense mental strain or shock.”

“I go see him,” said Slow John.

THE telephone rang just as they were about to leave. Slow John turned back, the habit of years asserting
itself in spite of his anxiety, and picked up the telephone. “Dr. Wilson not here,” he said. “Sorry.”

Then he listened to the instrument. A puzzled expression came over his face, and he turned to Dr. Light.

“Is long distance,” Slow John said. “Is Doc Savage in New York City, so must be important. What shall
I do?”