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clear, crisp, ominous.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt this program of dance music to
bring you a special bulletin. Flash! Midland University campus. Dr.
H. Logan MacDowell, president of this institution, vanished suddenly
five minutes ago from the midst of a group of friends gathered at his
home to discuss two similar occurrences at Midland within the past week.
"Police efforts to solve the mystery were hampered by the ensuing
panic. A diabolic plot against the persons of eminent American
educators is feared by observers "
The rest was lost to us. Frenzied footsteps beat a tappity-tappity path
to the door of my apartment, and nervous hands beat wooden panels. A
sweet, familiar voice, now high-pitched in fright, cried,
"Jim! Jim Blakeson! Quick "
The door and sheer courage were all that sustained her. As I opened
the first, the second gave out. And Helen MacDowell moaned gently and
collapsed into my arms!
CHAPTER II
Unexpected Journey
I yelled, "Get some water, Hank! And some brandy!"
I carried her to the studio lounge. Hank came back with two glasses. I
gulped the brandy swiftly, and held the water to her lips. Pretty soon
she spluttered, pushed the glass away, and opened her eyes.
"Oh, Jim! The most dreadful thing has happened to daddy. We You!"
Hank swallowed convulsively and essayed a grin.
"'Lo, Helen."
Helen MacDowell's fingers made motions like shears on a rampage. Her
eyes roved. She asked thoughtfully,
"Jim, where's that paperknife you used to have? The long one? I'm going
to stab somebody in the back!"
"Look, sugar," I pleaded, "Hank's come to help us. We have more
important things to worry about now than your injured ego. After we've
cleared up this trouble, you can have him alone in a dark room for ten
minutes "
"Is that," she demanded fretfully, "a promise?"
But her bitterness subsided; anxiety rekindled in her eyes. That, and
the recollection of a shocking moment.
"Daddy disappeared, Jim! Right from the middle of a group. He was
standing at my side; his shoulder was almost touching mine. Then all of
a sudden he was gone! Like that!"
Under any other circumstances, I would have guessed that the old
wind-bag had finally blown up and drifted away. But there was precedent
now for his Houdini act. One with sinister overtones. Three men and an
animated gumshoe detective had vanished.
But I said, in a voice that I hoped wouldn't sound too much like a dish
of unchilled tapioca,
"Now, don't worry, Helen. Everything's going to be all right. There
must be a logical explanation for this. Hank's just the man to "
And then there it was again!
A blinding flash of light. A weird vibrancy tingling my body, drawing
taut the tiny hairs of my forearms and neck. Light motes dancing
giddily before my eyes, coalescing to form the figure of a man. A
wavering, mobile figure, from the uppermost nebulosity of which
emanated a piteous, hollow voice.
"Skleeva! Skleeva "
Then a swift, dulled paling of the light. Burning white tarnished
into red-ochre, red-ochre brazened, the green palpitated to a deep
blue-indigo. The figure before my eyes took on form and substance.
I saw with a sense of stark disbelief it was tall and lanky as Hank
himself, that it wore a uniform of some sort, that its eyes were not
unfriendly but haggard and despairing. And then,
"Ombiggs!" wailed our impossible visitor. "Ombiggs! Skleeva?"
And vanished!
I stood still. Very, very still It was not courage. It was rivets in
the soles of my feet. My brain clamored,
"Go, boys, go!" But my knees were clattering and banging like the
fenders of a T-model Ford.