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143 pages, Hardcover
First published March 1, 1969
He and Bob and Pete began pulling out more Oriental costumes. Then they found a magician’s wand, and several short, curved swords. They were examining these, their backs to Socrates, when a muffled sneeze sounded behind them.
They whirled around. No one was there. No one, that is, but the skull.
Socrates had sneezed!
“All in all, a most interesting case,” the director said. “Well, I will be glad to introduce it for you, as I have your others. Have you any idea what you’ll work on next?”
“Not yet,” Jupiter said as they all rose. “But we’re keeping our eyes open. We’ll be in touch with you, Mr. Hitchcock.”
They filed out of the living room, and Mr. Hitchcock smiled to himself. A talking skull! What would they come up with next!