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  Smythe approached the group, with a physician in tow. The latter confirmed the facts which Marable and Young had found: that Rooney had been killed by the deep gash near the heart and that most of the blood was drained from the body.

  "They seem like the slashes from an extremely sharp and large razor," said the medical man.

  Others were coming in to look at Rooney, and the museum was buzzing with activity as various curators, alarmed about the safety of their valuable collections, feverishly examined their charges.

  "He punched his clock in here at two A.M.," said Smythe. "I seen that. It's the last time he'll ever do his duty, poor feller."

  "Curious odor," said the doctor, sniffing. "It smells like musk, but is fetid. I suppose it's some chemical you use."

  "I noticed that, too," said Professor Young. "I don't recognize it, myself."

  Marable, who had been looking at the floor between the great block of amber and the body, uttered an exclamation which caused the two men to look up.

  "There are wavy lines leading around back of the block," said Marable, in answer to their questions.

  The young man disappeared behind the block, and then he called to them excitedly to join him. Betty Young pressed closer, and finally slipped past the corpse and stood by her father.

  * * * * *

  Before her, she saw a large pool of black liquid. It had been hidden by the corner of the block, so that they had not noticed it, so busy were they looking at Rooney.

  And there was a great cavity in the heart of the amber block. Pieces of the yellow brown mass lay about, as though they had fallen off and allowed the inky substance to escape.

  "It's hardened or dried out in the air," said Young.

  "It looks like black lacquer," said Betty.

  The musky smell was stronger here. The great amber block seemed to stifle them with its size.

  "Our chipping and hammering and the heat of the radiator causing it to expand must have forced out the sepia, or whatever it is," said Young. There was a disappointed note in his voice "I had hoped that inside the liquid we would discover a fossil of value," he went on.

  Marable looked at Betty Young. They stared at one another for some seconds, and both knew that the same thought had occurred to the other. The frightful eyes--had they then been but figments of the imagination?

  Marable began looking around carefully, here and there. Betty realized what he was doing, and she was frightened. She went to his side. "Oh, be careful," she whispered.

  "The giant block has been moved a little," he replied, looking into her pretty face. "Have you noticed that?"

  Now that she was told to look, she could see the extremely heavy amber block was no longer in the position it had been in. Marks on the floor showed where it had been dragged or shifted from its original resting place.

  * * * * *

  Betty Young gasped. What force could be so powerful that it could even budge so many tons? A derrick had been used, and rollers placed under the block when men had moved it.

  Reason tried to assert itself. "It--it must have exploded. That would cause it to shift," she said faintly.

  Marable shrugged. His examination was interrupted by the arrival of the museum's chemist, sent for by Young. The chemist took a sample of the black liquid for analysis. Reports were coming in from all over the museum, different departments declaring, one after another, that nothing had been disturbed or stolen from their sections.

  Betty Young went again to Marable's side. She followed the direction of his eyes, and saw long, clawlike marks on the floor, radiating from the sepia.

  "Doctor Marable," she said, "please don't--don't look any longer. Leave this terrible place for the day, anyway, until we see what happens in the next twenty-four hours."

  He smiled and shook his head. "I must make a search," he replied. "My brain calls me a fool, but just the same, I'm worried."

  "Do you really think ...?"

  He nodded, divining her thought. The girl shivered. She felt terror mounting to her heart, and the matter-of-fact attitudes of the others in the great laboratory did not allay her fears.

  Rooney's body was removed. The place was cleaned up by workmen, and Marable's search--if that was what his constant roving about the laboratory could be called--ceased for a time. The chemist's report came in. The black liquid was some sort of animal secretion, melonotic probably.

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  In spite of the fact that they had learned so many facts about the murder, they as yet had not solved the mystery. Who had murdered Rooney, and why? And where had his blood gone to? In no other rooms could be found any traces of a struggle.

  "If you won't do anything else, please carry a gun," begged Betty of Marable. "I'm going to try to take father home, right after lunch, if he'll go. He's so stubborn. I can't make him take care. I've got to watch him and stay beside him."

  "Very well," replied Marable. "I'll get a revolver. Not that I think it would be of much use, if I did find--" He broke off, and shrugged his broad shoulders.

  Leffler came storming into the room. "What's this I hear?" he cried, approaching Marable. "A watchman killed in the night? Carelessness, man, carelessness! The authorities here are absurd! They hold priceless treasures and allow thieves to enter and wreak their will. You, Marable, what's all this mean?"

  Leffler was angry. Marable looked into his red face coolly. "We do the best we can, Mr. Leffler," he said. "It is unlikely that anyone would wish to steal such a thing as that block of amber."

  He waved toward the giant mass.

  Leffler made a gesture of impatience. "It cost me many thousands of dollars," he cried.

  "It is time for lunch, Professor," said Betty.

  Marable bowed to Leffler and left the millionaire sputtering away, inspecting the various specimens he had contributed.

  The one o'clock gong had struck, and all the workers and investigators were leaving in paleontological laboratories for a bite to eat.

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  Marable, with Betty, went out last. Leffler was over in one corner of the room, hidden from their sight by a corner of an amber block. They could hear Leffler still uttering complaints about the carelessness of the men in charge of that section of the museum, and Marable smiled at Betty sadly.

  "Poor Rooney," he said. "Betty, I feel more or less responsible, in a way."

  "No, no," cried the girl. "How could you have foreseen such a thing?"

  Marable shook his head. "Those eyes, you know. I should have taken precautions. But I had no idea it could burst from its prison so."

  For the first time Marable had definitely mentioned his idea of what had occurred. The girl had understood it all along, from their broken conversation and from the look in the young scientist's eyes.

  She sighed deeply. "You will get a revolver before you search further?" she said. "I'm going to. Smythe has one, and I know he'll lend it to me."

  "I will," he promised. "You know, Leffler has the same idea we have, I think. That's why he keeps talking about it being our fault. I believe he has seen something, too. His talk about the devil inside the block was half in earnest. I suppose he put it down to imagination, or perhaps he did not think this fossil to be dangerous."

  They went out together, and walked toward the restaurant they frequented. Her father was there, lunching with one of the superintendents of the museum. He smiled and waved to Betty.

  Everyone, of course, was discussing the killing of Rooney.

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  After an hour, during which the two young people spoken little, Marable and Betty Young left the restaurant and started back toward the museum. Her father was still at his table.

  They walked up the driveway entrance, and then Marable uttered an exclamation. "Something's wrong," he said.

  There was a small crowd of people collected on the steps. The outer doors, instead of being open as usual, were closed and guards stood peering out.

  Marable and Bet
ty were admitted, after they had pushed their way to the doors.

  "Museum's closed to the public, sir," replied a guard to Marable's question.

  "Why?" asked Marable.

  "Somethin's happened up in the paleontological laboratories," answered the guard. "Dunno just what, but orders come to clear the rooms and not let anybody in but members of the staff, sir."

  Marable hurried forward. Betty was at his heels. "Please get yourself a gun," she said, clutching his arm and holding him back.

  "All right. I'll borrow one from a guard."

  He returned to the front doors, and came back, slipping a large pistol into his side pocket.

  "I want you to wait here," he said.

  "No. I'm going with you."

  "Please," he said. "As your superior, I order you to remain downstairs."

  The girl shrugged. She allowed him to climb the stairs to the first floor, and then she hurried back in search of Smythe.

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  Smythe obtained a gun for her, and as she did not wish to wait for the slow elevator, she ran up the steps. Smythe could not tell her definitely what had occurred in the upper laboratory that had caused the museum to be closed for the day.

  Her heart beating swiftly, Betty Young hurried up the second flight of stairs to the third floor. A workman, whom the girl recognized as a manual laborer in the paleontological rooms, came running down, passing her in full flight, a look of abject terror on his face.

  "What is it?" she cried.

  He was so frightened he could not talk logically. "There was a black fog--I saw a red snake with legs--"

  She waited for no more. A pang of fear for the safety of Marable shot through her heart, and she forced herself on to the top floor.

  Up there was a haze, faintly black, which filled the corridors. As Betty Young drew closer to the door of the paleontological laboratories, the mist grew more opaque. It was as though a sooty fog permeated the air, and the girl could see it was pouring from the door of the laboratory in heavy coils. And her nostrils caught the strange odor of fetid musk.

  She was greatly frightened; but she gripped the gun and pushed on.

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  Then to her ears came the sound of a scream, the terrible scream of a mortally wounded man. Instinctively she knew it was not Marable, but she feared for the young professor, and with an answering cry she rushed into the smoky atmosphere of the outer laboratories.

  "Walter!" she called.

  But evidently he did not hear her, for no reply came. Or was it that something had happened to him?

  She paused on the threshold of the big room where were the amber blocks.

  About the vast floor space stood the numerous masses of stone and amber, some covered with immense canvas shrouds which made them look like ghost hillocks in the dimness. Betty Young stood, gasping in fright, clutching the pistol in her hand, trying to catch the sounds of men in that chamber of horror.

  She heard, then, a faint whimpering, and then noises which she identified in her mind as something being dragged along the marble flooring. A muffled scream, weak, reached her ears, and as she took a step forward, silence came.

  She listened longer, but now the sunlight coming through the window to make murky patches in the opaque black fog was her chief sensation.

  "Walter!" she called.

  "Go back, Betty, go back!"

  The mist seemed to muffle voices as well as obscure the vision. She advanced farther into the laboratory, trying to locate Marable. Bravely the girl pushed toward the biggest amber block. It was here that she felt instinctively that she would find the source of danger.

  "Leffler!" she heard Marable say, almost at her elbow, and the young man groaned. The girl came upon him, bending over something on the floor.

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  She knelt beside him, gripping his arm. Now she could see the outline of Leffler's body at her feet. The wealthy collector was doubled up on the ground, shrivelled as had been Rooney. His feet, moving as though by reflex action, patted the floor from time to time, making a curious clicking sound as the buttons of his gray spats struck the marble.

  But it was obvious, even in the murky light, that Leffler was dead, that he had been sucked dry of blood.

  Betty Young screamed. She could not help it. The black fog choked her and she gasped for breath. Leaving Marable, she ran toward the windows to throw them open.

  The first one she tried was heavy, and she smashed the glass with the butt of the gun. She broke several panes in two of the windows, and the mist rolled out from the laboratory.

  She started to return to the side of Marable. He uttered a sudden shout, and she hurried back to where she had left him, stumbling over Leffler's body, recoiling at this touch of death.

  Marable was not there, but she could hear him nearby.

  Cool air was rushing in from the windows, and gradually the fog was disappearing. Betty Young saw Marable now, standing nearby, staring at the bulk of an amber block which was still covered by its canvas shroud. Though not as large as the prize exhibit, this block of amber was large and filled many yards of space.

  "Betty, please go outside and call some of the men," begged Marable.

  But he did not look at her, and she caught his fascinated stare. Following the direction of his gaze, the girl saw that a whisp of smoky mist was curling up from under the edge of the canvas cover.

  "It is there," whispered Betty.

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  Marable had a knife which he had picked up from a bench, and with this he began quietly to cut the canvas case of the block, keeping several feet to each side of the spot where the fog showed from beneath the shroud.

  Marable cut swiftly and efficiently, though the cloth was heavy and he was forced to climb up several feet on the block to make his work effective. The girl watched, fascinated with horror and curiosity.

  To their ears came a curious, sucking sound, and once a vague tentacle form showed from the bottom of the canvas.

  At last Marable seized the edge of the cut he had made and, with a violent heave, sent the canvas flap flying over the big block.

  Betty Young screamed. At last she had a sight of the terrible creature which her imagination had painted in loathing and horror. A flash of brilliant scarlet, dabbed with black patches, was her impression of the beast. A head flat and reptilian, long, tubular, with movable nostrils and antennae at the end, framed two eyes which were familiar enough to her, for they were the orbs which had stared from the inside of the amber block. She had dreamed of those eyes.

  But the reptile moved like a flash of red light, though she knew its bulk was great; it sprayed forth black mist from the appendages at the end of its nose, and the crumpling of canvas reached her ears as the beast endeavored to conceal itself on the opposite side of the block.

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  Marable had run to the other side of the mass. The air, rushing in from the windows, had cleared the mist, in spite of the new clouds the creature had emitted, and Betty could see for some feet in either direction now.

  She walked, with stiff, frozen muscles, around to join Marable. As she came near to him, she saw him jerking off the entire canvas cover of the block to expose the horrible reptile to the light of day.

  And now the two stood staring at the awful sight. The creature had flattened itself into the crevices and irregular surfaces of the block, but it was too large to hide in anything but a huge space. They saw before them its great bulk, bright red skin blotched with black, which rose and fell with the breathing of the reptile. Its long, powerful tail, tapering off from the fat, loathsome body, was curled around the bottom of the block.

  "That's where it's been hidden, under the shroud. We've been within a few feet of it every moment we've been at work," said Marable, his voice dry. "There were many hiding places for it, but it chose the best. It came out only when there was comparative quiet, to get its food...."

  "We--we must kill it," stammered the girl.

 
But she could not move. She was looking at the immense, cruel, lidless eyes, which balefully held her as a serpent paralyzes a bird. The tubular nostrils and antennae seemed to be sniffing at them, waving to and fro.

  "See the white expanse of cornea, how large it is," whispered Marable. "The pupils are nothing but black slits now." The interest excited by this living fossil was almost enough to stifle the dread of the creature in the man.

  But the girl saw the huge flat head and the crinkled tissue of the frilled mouth with its sucker disks.

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  Suddenly, from the central portion of the sucker-cup mouth issued a long, straight red fang.

  The two drew back as the living fossil raised a short clawed leg.

  "It has the thick body of an immense python and the clawed legs of a dinosaur," said Marable, speaking as though he were delivering a lecture. The sight, without doubt, fascinated him as a scientist. He almost forgot the danger.

  "Oh, it's horrible," whispered the girl.

  She clung to his arm. He went on talking. "It is some sort of terrestrial octopus...."

  To the girl, it seemed that the living fossil was endless in length. Coil after coil showed as the ripples passed along its body and the straight fang threatened them with destruction.

  "See, it is armored," said Marable.

  "Betty, no one has ever had such an experience as this, seen such a sight, and lived to tell of it. It must be ravenous with hunger, shut up in its amber cell inside the black fluid. I--"

  A sharp, whistling hiss interrupted his speech. The reptile was puffing and swelling, and as it grew in bulk with the intake of the air, its enamel-like scales stood out like bosses on the great body. It spat forth a cloud of black, oily mist, and Marable came to himself at last.

  He raised his revolver and fired at the creature, sending shot after shot from the heavy revolver into the head.

  * * * * *

  Betty Young screamed as the reptile reared up and made a movement toward them. Marable and the girl retreated swiftly, as the beast thumped to the floor with a thud and started at them, advancing with a queer, crawling movement.