







Alfred Hitchcock

and

The Three Investigators

in

The Mystery of the Nervous Lion



Text by


Nick West


Based on characters created by


Robert Arthur


Illustrated by Harry Kane



A Few Words from AlfredHitchcock

Greetings and salutations! It is a pleasure to have you join me for another adventure with that remarkable trio of lads who call themselves The Three Investigators. This time a nervous lion leads them into a tangled web of mystery and excitement.

I imagine that you have already met The Three Investigators and know that they are Jupiter Jones, Bob Andrews, and Pete Crenshaw, all of Rocky Beach, California, a small community on the shores of the Pacific not far from Hollywood. But just in case this is your first meeting with the three, let me add that they make their Headquarters in a mobile home trailer cleverly hidden from sight in The Jones Salvage Yard. This fabulous junkyard is owned by Jupiters aunt and uncle, for whom the trio works to earn spending money when they are not busy with their investigations.

Enough of introductions. On with the case! Our lion is growing nervous!

ALFRED HITCHCOCK



1

Empty Cages

Jupiter Jones turned his head at the sound of a horn and groaned. Oh, no! Here comes my Uncle Titus with a lorryload for the yard. You know what that means  work!

Pete Crenshaw and Bob Andrews followed Jupiters despairing look. Coming through the big iron gates of The Jones Salvage Yard was a small lorry. Konrad, one of the two Bavarian yard helpers, was driving. Titus Jones, a small man with an enormous moustache, sat beside him.

As the lorry stopped, Mr. Jones hopped off. Jupiter and his friends could see that the truck was filled with a lot of rusty pipes and other odds and ends. Some of the junk appeared to be broken cages.

Jupiters Aunt Mathilda, who had been sitting in her wrought-iron garden chair outside the office cabin, leaped to her feet.

Titus Jones! she yelled. Have you gone out of your senses? How do you expect to sell a lorryload of pipes and iron bars?

No problem, my dear, Titus Jones said, unruffled. He knew from past experience that almost everything that interested him eventually sold to a buyer. And usually at a tidy profit. Some of these bars come with cages.

Cages? his wife repeated. She came closer, squinting into the lorry. Youd need some especially large canaries for those cages, Titus Jones.

These are animal cages, woman, her husband declared. Or rather, they used to be. Ill leave it to Jupiter and his friends here. Take a look, Jupiter. Could we put them to some use?

Jupiter looked over the lot. Well, he answered slowly, they could be repaired, I suppose. New bars added, roofs put on, the cage floors mended, everything painted. We could do it, all right, but then what?

Then what? his uncle roared. Why then wed have animal cages ready for them when they need them, wouldnt we?

When who needs them, Uncle Titus? asked Jupiter.

Why, the circus, my boy, his uncle replied. Circus comes to town every year, dont it? Well, then, next time they come, well be ready in case they need some good solid cages for their brutes.

Jupe shrugged. I guess so, he said doubtfully.

You guess so! his uncle roared. Dont forget I spent my early years travelling with a circus. I guess I ought to know what theyd be looking for, wouldnt you say?

Jupiter smiled. Yes, Uncle Titus. He had forgotten how proud his uncle was of his past association with the big top.

Fine! Titus said. Hans! Konrad! Get this stuff off the lorry. Stack the cages separately so that we can get to work on them soon.

Konrads brother, Hans, appeared from the back of the yard, and the Bavarian helpers began unloading the lorry. Uncle Titus got his pipe out, searched his pockets for a match, and slowly began puffing.

Those cages, he began. Got em for a song out in the valley. Found them with a lot of old junked cars. Feller didnt see much need for cages and such, so I bought the lot cheap. Ill be heading back in a while to try again. Just might be another load there.

He walked away puffing contentedly on his briar. Jupiter and his friends idly watched him go. Mrs. Jones had a better idea of how the boys should pass their time.

Jupiter! she called. Those iron bars and railings on the lorry should be stacked together. Perhaps we can sell them at a bargain price for the lot.

Right, Aunt Mathilda, Jupe said. The stocky boy scrambled awkwardly up into the lorry with Pete and Bob. Okay, fellows, he said. You heard the order.

Pete Crenshaw stared down at the pile of rusty rails and bars. It sure beats me, Jupe, where your uncle ever finds this junk. But what puzzles me even more is how he ever manages to sell it.

Jupiter grinned. Uncle Titus has always been lucky that way, Pete. Hes brought in stuff youd swear nobody in the world would ever want, and sells it the very next day. So if he says he can sell these pipes, I believe it.

Bob put in, Well, anyway, we get paid for working. And we can use the money. We need some new equipment for Headquarters.

Headquarters was a damaged mobile home trailer that Mr. Jones had given to Jupiter to use as a meeting place for his friends. It was over at one side of the salvage yard, hidden by junk the boys had piled round it. Close by was Jupes workshop section, fitted out with various tools and a printing press.

Inside Headquarters, the boys had equipped a tiny office with telephone, desk, tape recorder, and filing cabinets. There was also a small lab and a darkroom for developing pictures. Most of the equipment had been rebuilt by Jupe and his friends from junk that had come into The Jones Salvage Yard.

Bob, Pete, and Jupiter had started a puzzle-solving club originally, which they later turned into a junior detective firm called The Three Investigators. Although they had started the club in fun, they had solved several genuine mysteries that had come their way and had decided to pursue detective work more seriously.

Peter Crenshaw, the strongest member of the trio, now looked unhappily at the large pile of pipes remaining after the two big Bavarian helpers had unloaded the cages. Okay, he said reluctantly, might as well get started. He dragged out several long bars and hoisted them to his shoulder. Where do you want them stacked, Jupe? he asked, staggering under the heavy load.

Jupe pointed out an area near a shed. Well stack them in a pile there, Pete.

Pete grunted and backed off with his load. Jupe and Bob then took turns feeding the bars to Pete on return trips. Work progressed rapidly and soon the pile in the lorry was down to one.

Rubbing his hands, Pete stepped up. All right, Jupe, he said, Ill take that last little one now.

Jupe leaned forward to hand the bar over, and hesitated. He felt the weight of the bar again. Wed better set this aside. Its just the size Ive been looking for.

Bob looked puzzled. For what? You starting your own junkyard now?

It just happens to be shorter than the rest, said Jupe. We can use it for a slide bolt inside our headquarters door. For security reasons.

Security? Bob asked.

Jupe reddened. Im getting tired of crawling through our tunnel into Headquarters. Theres got to be an easier way of doing things. I thought we might unlock the door.

Pete and Bob smiled at this roundabout explanation. The truth was that Jupiter was a little too fat to enjoy using their secret tunnel all the time.

Jumping off the lorry, Jupe walked over to Headquarters and the junk surrounding the trailer. Maybe Uncle Titus wont need it, he said. Or we can work off the price.

Pete wiped sweat from his brow. I think we already did that. If you ask me, we did a good days work in an hour.

Okay, Jupe, Bob said. Now what ?

At that moment the red light mounted over their printing press blinked!

A phone call! Pete cried. Maybe its somebody wanting a mystery solved.

I hope so, Jupe said excitedly. We havent had any to investigate in a long time.

Quickly they pushed aside the iron grillwork beside the printing press. Crawling through the box behind it, they entered Tunnel Two. This was a large corrugated pipe leading to a trap door in the floor of the hidden trailer. The boys rushed through on their hands and knees and surfaced in the small office of Headquarters.

Jupiter snatched up the ringing telephone.

Jupiter Jones speaking, he said.

One moment, please. A womans voice could be heard clearly through the loudspeaker attachment Jupe had rigged up. Mr. Alfred Hitchcock is calling.

The three boys exchanged surprised and happy grins. As a rule, they found an exciting mystery waiting for them whenever Mr. Hitchcock called.

Hello there! the famous director boomed. Is this young Jupiter?

Yes, Mr. Hitchcock, Jupe said.

I hope you and your friends are not too busy just now. I have a friend who is in need of help, and I think you three lads are just the ones to solve his problem.

Wed like to try, sir, Jupe said. Can you give us an idea of your friends problem?

Certainly, Mr. Hitchcock said. If you boys can arrange to be at my office tomorrow morning, I shall be happy to tell you all about it.



2

A Case in Lion Territory

Some time ago, Jupiter and his friends had won the use of an antique Rolls-Royce, complete with chauffeur, in a contest. Their prize time eventually ran out, but then they helped a youthful client to gain an enormous inheritance. The grateful client arranged for the boys to have the use of the Rolls whenever needed. It had proved invaluable to them as investigators. Distances in southern California are vast, and it is difficult to cover them except by car.

Now Jupiter leaned forward and tapped the shoulder of the tall, English chauffeur, Worthington. This will be fine, Worthington, he said. Wait here. We wont be too long with Mr. Hitchcock.

Very good, Master Jones, Worthington replied. He guided the old, boxlike automobile to a careful stop. Then he got out and held the door open for the boys. I trust Mr. Hitchcock has an interesting mission for you young gentlemen.

We hope so, too, Worthington, Bob said. Things have been kind of dull lately. We could use some excitement.

He quickly joined Jupe and Pete as they entered the Hollywood studio building where Mr. Hitchcock had his office.

Alfred Hitchcock motioned them to seats in front of his big desk. He pushed some business correspondence aside and looked at the boys thoughtfully. Then casually he asked, How comfortable are you lads with wild animals?

Opposite him, The Three Investigators looked startled.

Jupiter cleared his throat. It all depends on what kind of animals, sir, and the proximity involved. Given a reasonable distance between them and us and a measure of protection, I would say we are all quite at ease with them, and interested in their behaviour and habits.

Jupe means we like them, Pete said. It just goes against his nature to say something simple.

Why, Mr. Hitchcock? asked Bob. Is this about a mystery?

Perhaps, Mr. Hitchcock said slowly. And if not indeed a mystery, certainly a case that merits investigation. The wild animals I mentioned are part of the background where certain mysterious happenings are taking place.

Alfred Hitchcock paused. Have you lads heard of a place called Jungle Land?

Thats over in the valley near Chatwick, Bob replied. Its some kind of wild-animal farm with lions and other animals roaming around. Its supposed to be a tourist attraction, I think.

Yes, Alfred Hitchcock said. The owner, Jim Hall, is an old friend. Lately hes run into a problem and I thought at once of you boys and your investigative talents.

Whats Mr. Halls problem exactly, sir? asked Jupiter.

It would appear he has a nervous lion, Mr. Hitchcock said.

The boys looked at each other wide-eyed.

To continue, Mr. Hitchcock said. Jungle Land is indeed open to the public. In addition, various movie companies at times rent the use of its premises. Its terrain and vegetation are suggestive of Western and African locales. Occasionally Jim Hall rents his animals. Some of them are wild, but several have been brought up gently and trained by Jim.

Jim Halls favourite lion is a remarkable example of his way with animals. This lion has been featured in many commercials for TV and has been used in films. It has always been a great attraction at Jungle Land and a good financial asset to Jim Hall.

You mean, until now, Jupe said. Your friends lion is nervous and now he cant depend on it. Thats his problem, isnt it?

Alfred Hitchcock gave Jupiter a penetrating stare. As usual, my astute young friend, your powers of deduction are equal to the task at hand. A film unit has rented the farm now to shoot sequences for a jungle film. Naturally Jim Hall cannot afford any accidents that might interfere with the films speedy and successful completion. If anything were to go wrong, it would be ruinous to his entire operation.

And were supposed to go there and solve the mystery of the nervous lion, Jupe said. Is that it?

Precisely, intoned Mr. Hitchcock. Quickly and quietly. Without fuss or fanfare. And I need hardly add, without further disturbing the already unsettled lion.

Pete Crenshaw licked his lips. How close do we have to get to this crazy cat?

Alfred Hitchcock smiled affably. Closeness is its own definition, young Peter. You will all be on the Jungle Land premises. Jim Halls lion is there. And while ordinarily it might be considered reasonably safe to be in the lions vicinity, I must warn you the situation has changed. A nervous lion  any nervous animal  can be dangerous.

The Three Investigators gulped.

You can tell your friend Jim Hall not to worry, said Bob. His lion wont be the only nervous one there anymore.

Thats right, Pete added. Im not even there yet and Im nervous already.

Mr. Hitchcock turned to Jupiter. Any further comment, young Jupiter, before I call my friend to say you lads are willing to undertake the assignment?

Jupe shook his head. No comment. But it might be a good idea to ask Mr. Hall to put in a word for us with his lion!

Mr. Hitchcock smiled and picked up his phone. I shall convey your message. And I shall expect a full report from you soon. Good-bye and good luck.

The Three Investigators waved and walked out wondering what kind of luck they could expect dealing with a nervous lion!



3

Welcome to Jungle Land

It was past noon when The Three Investigators careered down the last steep grade of a narrow back road. Rolling mountains encircled the valley, which was a scant thirty minutes from Rocky Beach. Jupiters Uncle Titus had sent Konrad on a pickup job in nearby Chatwick and had allowed the boys to go along for their appointment in Jungle Land.

Slow down, Konrad, Jupe ordered. Thats the place.

Hokay, Jupe. The big Bavarian braked the small lorry to a jolting stop outside the main gate. The entrance sign read:


WELCOME TO JUNGLE LAND!


admission one dollar, children fifty cents

As the boys got out, they heard strange hooting and chattering cries. In the distance a loud trumpeting sound echoed in the hills. As if in answer to this challenge, there came a deep, rumbling roar that sent chills down their spines.

Konrad gestured to the gate. You fellers going in there? he asked. You better watch it. I think I hear lions.

Theres nothing to worry about, Konrad, Bob said. Mr. Hitchcock wouldnt have sent us on this job if he thought it was really dangerous.

We just have to look into something for the owner, Jupe said. This is a safe tourist attraction.

Konrad shrugged. Hokay, he said. If you say its safe, hokay. But better take care all the same. I be back for you a little later.

He waved and wheeled the lorry back to the main road. Soon the lorry was out of sight.

Jupe looked at his friends. Well, what are we waiting for?

Pete pointed to a small sign posted at the gate:


CLOSED TODAY

I wondered why there wasnt anyone around, he said.

It might be because the movie company is inside shooting, said Jupe.

Bob peered inside. Shouldnt Mr. Hall be here to meet us?

Jupe nodded. I expected him. But maybe hes busy with other things inside.

Like his nervous lion, Pete said. Maybe hes having a hard time convincing him were not here for his dinner.

Jupe pressed on the gate. It opened to his touch.

Its not locked, he said cheerfully. Thats either so the movie people can get in and out  or for us. Lets go.

The gate creaked shut behind them as they stepped inside. From beyond the trees, they heard chattering sounds punctuated by harsh screeches.

Monkeys and birds, Jupe observed. Harmless creatures.

Well find out soon enough, Bob said in a low voice.

The entrance road was narrow and twisting, bordered on either side by trees and thick foliage. Large curling vines looped down from trees.

Looks like a jungle, all right, Pete observed.

The others nodded. As they advanced slowly, they cast suspicious glances at the dense undergrowth on either side, wondering what strange creature might be crouching there waiting to spring. The odd sounds beyond continued, and again they heard the dull, reverberating roar.

They stopped at a signpost at a fork in the road.

 Western Village and Ghost Town,  Bob read on the sign pointing left. What does the other say?

Jupe was looking up at it quizzically. To the animals, he said.

They turned right at the fork. After a few hundred yards, Pete pointed ahead. Theres a house. Maybe Mr. Hall has his office there.

It looks like a bunkhouse, Jupe said as they drew closer. Theres a corral behind it.

Suddenly there was a loud, ear-piercing scream. The boys froze, and then, as if with a single mind, dived into the shrubbery for cover.

Hidden behind the thick trunk of a barrel palm, Pete peered across the dirt road at the bunkhouse. Jupe and Bob, crouched behind a bush, also looked out anxiously. They waited for more sounds, their hearts beating fast. But now the thick jungle was silent.

Jupe, Pete whispered. What was that?

Jupe shook his head. Im not sure. Maybe a cheetah.

It could have been a monkey, Bob whispered.

They stayed in the shrubbery, waiting.

Good grief! Pete said hoarsely. We came here to find out about a nervous lion. Nobody said anything about nervous monkeys or cheetahs!

Weve got to expect the animals here will be making some kind of sounds, Jupe said. Its only natural. Whatever that was, its quiet now. Lets get to the house and find out whats happening.

The others hesitated as Jupe started forward, moving slowly and warily. Then they joined him.

Anyway, that sound came from way up ahead, Pete muttered.

Where the wild animals are locked up tight  I hope, Bob added.

Come on, Jupe urged. Were almost there.

The bunkhouse was old and needed paint. Pails and feedbins were scattered carelessly at the side. Tracks from many vehicles had carved deep ruts in the road. The corral fence sagged.

The old house stood silent, as if waiting for them.

Now what? Pete asked in a low voice.

Jupe stepped on to the low, slatted porch. There was a determined expression on his face. We knock on the door, he said flatly, and tell Mr. Hall were here.

He rapped vigorously. There was no response. Mr. Hall! Jupiter called loudly.

Bob scratched his head. Guess hes not home.

Pete held up his hand warningly. Hold it! he whispered. I hear something.

They all heard it then. A low, muttering sound in an odd cadence. The sound came closer, approaching from the rear of the house. They could hear the crunching of footsteps on gravel. They drew back, eyes wide.

Suddenly it came at them, darting forward in an erratic line, head bobbing angrily. Yellow legs dug fiercely into the ground.

The Three Investigators stared.



4

Stalking a Lion

Jupiter Jones was the first to recover his voice. Careful now! he cautioned. We dont want to be scared off by a mad rooster!

Gosh! Pete said sheepishly. Is that all it is?

Bob let out a relieved sigh. I never would have believed it!

He looked down at the clucking black fowl that had sounded so ominous only a moment before, and laughed.

Shoo, bird! he yelled, waving his arms.

Startled, the cock lifted its black wings. Making angry sounds, it scuttled across the road, its high, red comb bobbing.

The boys all laughed.

Theres proof of how the mind can deceive you, Jupe said. We were intimidated by the jungle growth and the sounds of wild animals. We all expected something dangerous to be coming at us. We were conditioned for it.

He started for the door again.

Hey, look over there, Jupe, Bob said.

The other boys followed Bobs pointing finger. In the shadows of the thick jungle, they caught a sudden movement. A figure in khaki stepped from behind a tree.

Mr. Hall! Jupe yelled.

The man waited as the boys ran towards him.

Hi, Pete said. Weve been looking for you.

The man looked at the boys questioningly. He was stocky and deep-chested, his faded safari shirt open at the throat. His light blue eyes contrasted vividly with the deep tan of his face. His nose was long and dented to one side. On his head was an old Aussie campaign hat, its wide brim folded over one ear.

As the boys came closer, he made an impatient movement with his hand. Something glinted.

Jupe and his friends stared down at the long, broad-bladed machete the man held carelessly at his side.

Jupiter spoke quickly. Were The Three Investigators, Mr. Hall. Didnt Mr. Hitchcock tell you we were coming?

The man blinked and looked surprised. Oh, yes. Hitchcock. You say youre the three investigators?

Thats right, Mr. Hall, Jupe said. He reached into his pocket and produced a business card on which was printed:

Im Jupiter Jones. These are my partners, Pete Crenshaw and Bob Andrews.

Nice to meet you, boys. He took the card and studied it. What are the question marks for?

The question marks stand for things unknown, Jupiter explained. For questions unanswered, riddles, enigmas. Its our business to answer those questions, unravel the riddles, and find solutions for the enigmas. Thats why were here. Mr. Hitchcock told us about the trouble youre having with your nervous lion.

Oh, he did?

Actually, he merely mentioned your lion was nervous. I imagine he expected you to fill in the details.

The stocky man nodded, and slipped the card into his shirt pocket. He frowned and squinted into the distance. There was a trumpeting sound, almost immediately followed by an answering roar.

Well, he said smiling. If youre feeling up to it, we can go out and have a look at him.

Thats what were here for, said Jupe.

Fine. Lets get moving then.

Turning abruptly, he skirted the bunkhouse and followed a faint trail through the jungle. The boys fell into step behind him.

Perhaps you can fill us in on the way, Mr. Hall, Jupe said, dodging a thick vine.

The long machete flashed in the air. The vine parted as if it were paper. What dya want to know? the man asked, resuming his rapid pace.

Jupe struggled to stay close behind. Well, for example, all we know is that your lion is nervous. Thats  well  rather unusual for a lion, isnt it?

The man nodded, walking fast and slashing at the undergrowth looming in their path. Not usual, at all. Know anything about lions?

Jupiter gulped. No, sir. Thats why wed like to know. Its curious, isnt it? I mean, this is a new development, isnt it?

Yep, the man said shortly. He held up his hand for silence. There were faint chattering sounds. Then came a booming roar. The man smiled. Just up ahead, he said. Thats him out there. He cocked his head at Jupiter. Ill leave it to you. Does he sound nervous?

II dont know. It sounds like  well, a normal lion roar. Jupe was determined to let Mr. Hall know he wasnt the least bit nervous himself.

Thats right, the man said. He stopped for a moment, swishing his machete at the tall grass surrounding them. Ysee, the lion is not a nervous animal, at all.

But  Jupe started, perplexed.

The man nodded. Unless, he said, unless somebody or something is making him that way. How does that strike you?

The boys, together now, nodded.

Sure, but what? Bob asked.

The man shifted his position suddenly. Dont move, he whispered. Something out there.

Before they realised it, he had disappeared into the tall grass. They heard his footsteps, the swish of grass, and then suddenly nothing at all.

Somewhere overhead a bird screeched and they jumped nervously.

Relax, fellows, Pete said. That was only a bird.

Only a bird! Bob repeated. Some bird! It sounded like a vulture.

The boys waited for several minutes. Jupe glanced at his watch. Ive a funny feeling that vulture is trying to tell us something, he said.

Oh, come on, Jupe, Bob protested. Tell us what?

Jupes face was pale. He licked his lips. I have the feeling that Mr. Hall isnt coming back. I think hes arranged some kind of test for us  to see how we react to the danger of the jungle.

But why, Jupe? asked Pete. What would his reason be? Were here to help him, arent we? He knows that.

Jupe listened for a moment before answering. Strange calls came from high in the trees. Then once again they heard a deep, menacing roar.

Jupiter inclined his head in the direction of the last frightening sound. I dont know what Mr. Halls reason can be. But I know that lion out there sounds a lot closer than before. He seems to be coming this way. I think thats what the vulture is telling us  that were the prey! They usually circle a dead or soon-to-be-dead animal. In this case, us!

Pete and Bob stared at Jupe. They knew he wasnt apt to joke in serious circumstances. Instinctively the three boys moved closer together.

They listened tensely.

They heard the swish of grass. Then footfalls, soft and stealthy.

Holding their breath, they edged closer to a large tree.

Then, almost directly behind them, they heard a blood-chilling sound  the roar of the lion!



5

Dangerous Game

Quick! Jupe whispered urgently. Up this tree! Its our only chance!

In an instant the three had scrambled up a smoothboled gum tree. They huddled breathlessly in its fork barely ten feet from the ground, looking intently at the waist-high grass beyond.

Pete pointed towards a thick cluster of growth. II just saw some grass bend there. You hear it? Something is moving 

He blinked at a soft call, a whistle from the high grass. Then to the amazement of all three, a young boy stepped out of the brush, peering cautiously about.

Hey! Bob called. Up here!

The boy whirled. In the same motion, he swung a rifle upward. Who are you? he demanded.

F-friends, Bob gasped weakly. Put down that gun.

Weve been invited here, Pete added. Were The Three Investigators.

Were waiting for Mr. Hall to come back, Jupe put in. He left us waiting while he went out there to investigate something.

The boy swung the rifle down. Come down out of there, he said.

Cautiously the three slid down the trunk. Jupe pointed into the grass. We heard a lion out there a little while ago. We thought wed be safer up in the tree.

The boy smiled. He appeared to be about their age. That was George, he said.

Pete gulped. George? The lions name is George?

The boy nodded. You dont have to be afraid of George. Hes friendly.

A deep roar came from the high grass. It sounded terrifyingly close.

The Three Investigators stiffened.

Y-you call that roar friendly? Pete asked.

I suppose youve got to get used to it first. But thats George  and he wouldnt harm anybody.

A twig snapped sharply. Bob paled. What makes you so sure?

I work here, he boy answered, smiling. I see George every day. By the way, my names Mike Hall.

Were glad to meet you, Mike, said Jupe. He introduced himself and his companions. Then, Im not sure we appreciate your fathers sense of humour.

Mike Hall looked surprised.

Bringing us out here and then deserting us with a lion close by, Pete burst in heatedly. Thats no joke.

Thats probably why hes in trouble here, Bob added. You can lose a lot of people trying to help you if you play games like that.

The youth looked at the three angry investigators, puzzled. I dont understand. First, Im Jim Halls nephew, not his son. Second, Jim wouldnt have left you here with the lion. Weve all been looking for him  George got out somehow, and we forgot you were coming, in the excitement. Ive heard George roaring and been trying to catch up with him.

Jupe listened to this explanation calmly. Im sorry, Mike. Were telling the truth. Mr. Hall led us out here and then abandoned us. The lion roared out there, and he told us to wait. He disappeared into the grass  and  well, weve had a long wait  and a worried one!

Mike shook his head stubbornly. There must be some mistake. That couldnt have been Jim. Ive been with him all day and I just left him. You must have met somebody else. What did he look like?

Bob described the stocky man with the Aussie campaign hat. We called him Mr. Hall and he didnt deny it, he added.

He carried a long machete, Pete said, and knew how to use it. He also knew his way around. He cut his way right to this spot to show us the lion.

Jupe added, I suppose we cant blame you for sticking up for your uncle, Mike, but 

Im not, Mike interrupted angrily. That man you described was Hank Morton. He used to work here as an animal trainer and handler.

He stared out at the high grass, listening intently. What I dont understand is how he got here. My Uncle Jim fired him.

Fired him? Jupe asked. What for?

He was cruel to the animals, for one thing, Mike said. My Uncle Jim wont stand for that. For another, hes mean  a troublemaker. He drinks a lot. When hes in that condition, he doesnt know what hes doing.

Perhaps, Jupe said thoughtfully. But if that was Hank Morton who brought us out here, he wasnt the least bit drunk. He was cold sober  and knew exactly what he was doing.

But why? Bob asked. Why did he do it? What was his idea  marooning us out here?

I dont know, Mike Hall said. Perhaps  His eyes gleamed. Did you tell him anything  about why youre here?

Jupe clapped his head ruefully. Thats it! We told him Alfred Hitchcock sent us to see him about his nervous lion. I recall now that he looked surprised at first.

I can think of a reason, Pete said. He was trying to get even with Jim Hall for firing him. We just happened along conveniently.

But why us? asked Bob. Weve got nothing to do with Jim Hall and his getting fired.

The nervous lion, Jupe reminded. The case were on and the reason were here. Perhaps he didnt want us to find out why that lion is nervous.

That could be it, young Mike Hall said. And Hank Morton probably let George get loose, too. George couldnt have got out by himself.

Well, said Jupe. When we see your uncle, he might have a better explanation. I suggest we start back now, Mike, and have a talk with him.

I dont think we can do that right now, Bob said quietly.

Jupe looked at Bob, surprised. Why not? Whats wrong with that idea?

Bobs voice was low and shaking. Its  right behind you, fellows. A great big lion just came out of the brush. Maybe its George  but he sure doesnt look friendly!

Mike turned around. Its George, all right. But he knows me. Just dont make any sudden movements, fellows. Ill handle him.

The boys watched uneasily as Mike took a step forward. He lifted one hand, carefully extending it palm up. All right, George. Easy now, fellow. Nice boy, George.

His reassuring voice was answered by a snarl. Slowly and menacingly a massive, thick-maned lion advanced. Its head was down and its huge yellow eyes were narrowed. It turned its big head to one side and snarled again. Less than ten feet away it halted. The huge jaws opened, exposing long, frightening fangs.

Then, with a deep roar rumbling in its throat, the lion came forward again.

The Three Investigators stared at it helplessly, unable to move, their throats tight with fear.

Mike was speaking again. Easy, George, he said quietly. Easy, boy. You know me, fellow. Easy now. Nice and easy.

The huge, tawny beast flicked its tail. A low rumble came rolling like thunder. It came forward another step.

Young Mike shook his head. Somethings wrong, fellows. George knows me. But he isnt acting his usual friendly way.

Slowly, the boy backed away.

The lion came on.



6

A Narrow Escape

The Three Investigators stood rooted to the ground as inch by inch young Mike Hall retreated before the advancing lion. His voice was still low and friendly but the lion ignored it.

Jupiter Jones was as paralysed with fear as his companions. But his brain was still active. He was puzzled by the lions behaviour towards somebody it knew. It gave no sign that it recognised young Mike Hall.

Suddenly Jupe discovered what was wrong. He tried to keep his voice low and not attract the lions attention.

Look at his left foreleg, Mike, he said. Hes wounded!

Mike looked quickly at the lions leg. It was covered by a thick film of blood.

No wonder George isnt obeying, said Mike softly. Im afraid Ive got bad news for you guys. A hurt animal is dangerous. I dont know if I can handle him.

Youve got a rifle, Bob whispered. Maybe you ought to shoot.

This is only a.22 calibre. It wouldnt do more than tickle George. It might make him even madder. I just carry it for emergencies, for firing a warning shot.

The lion took another step forward. The huge beast winced as the bloody leg took its weight. Its mouth opened in a twisting snarl.

The Three Investigators inched backward to the gum tree. Mike saw their movement and shook his head.

Dont try it, fellows, he cautioned. Hed be on you before you got one leg up.

Okay, Mike, said Jupe. But why not fire a warning shot? Wouldnt that scare George off?

Mike smiled grimly. Not a chance. Hes got his head down. That means his mind is made up and nothing is going to change it. He bit his lip. I just wish my Uncle Jim was here.

A soft whistle trilled from the high grass. Abruptly a tall, bronzed man stepped out.

Youve got your wish, Mike, he said dryly. Now nobody moves, nobody talks except me, understand?

The man stepped lithely forward. Now, Georgie, whats going on here? he asked pleasantly.

The words were spoken in a light, conversational tone. They had their effect. The lion turned its head towards the man. Its long tail flicked. Then, cocking its head, it opened its jaws and roared.

The tall man nodded. I see, he said softly. Youre hurt. Is that it?

Then to the amazement of the boys, he strode up to the lion and took its huge head in his hands.

Come on, George, he said. Lets have a look at it.

The lion opened its jaws again. The expected roar became a moaning sound instead. Slowly it extended its bleeding leg.

Oh, its your leg, is it? asked Jim Hall. Okay, old fellow, take it easy. Ill take care of it for you.

He removed a handkerchief from his pocket and bent to one knee. Deftly, he bandaged the wound, his face dangerously close to the lions jaws.

The lion stood patiently as Jim Hall knotted the handkerchief. The man rose. He rubbed the lions ears and twisted his mane. Then, affectionately, he pounded the beasts shoulders.

There you are, George  almost as good as new.

Smiling, he turned away. The lions voice rumbled in its thick throat. Its muscles quivered. Then suddenly there was a quick, blurring yellow movement. Instantly Jim Hall was down, the lion upon him.

Look out! Pete cried.

The Three Investigators looked on in horror as the man writhed under the weight of the big jungle cat.

Jupe turned to Mike Hall. The boy was watching calmly, a slight smile on his lips. Jupe couldnt understand. Do something! he shouted.

Use your gun, Mike! Bob yelled.

Mike Hall lifted his hand. Its nothing to worry about, fellows. Theyre only playing. George was brought up by Jim and loves him.

But  Jupe started to say. His eyes bugged out as he saw the huge lion thrown aside by Jim Hall. With a ferocious snarling sound, it lashed back, wrapping its forelegs around the mans shoulders. It opened its jaws wide, its large teeth inches from the mans face.

Unbelievably, Jim Hall laughed!

He braced to confront the snarling lion, and as he was knocked aside, pounded its ribs and yanked at the long mane. The animal moaned and flicked its long tail. Then to the utter bewilderment of the boys, it rolled over on its back, a strange sound coming from its throat.

Hes purring! Bob exclaimed.

Jim Hall sat up and dusted himself off. Whew! he said in mock dismay. That cats a lot heavier than he thinks! It was easier when George was a cub.

Jupiter sighed his relief. He turned to Mike. That just about scared me out of my wits. Do they always play that rough?

It scared me too when I first saw them at it, Mike admitted. But Im used to it now. George is so well-trained, he acts like a big overgrown puppy. You can see how good-natured he really is, now.

Jupe narrowed his eyes. But Mr. Hitchcock said  He turned to the tall man stroking the lions chest. Mr. Hall, were The Three Investigators. Alfred Hitchcock told us you were having trouble, that your lion was nervous for some reason.

Thats right, son, Jim Hall said. Take what happened here. Ol George never acted that way before. He knows Mike and never should have come on that mean and ornery. Ive brought him up, so naturally he listens to me, but lately he hasnt been dependable, at all.

Maybe we can find out why, Jupe offered. That wound on his leg, for example. Does that strike you as an accident?

What do you mean?

It looked like a slashing cut, Jupe said. Something that could have been made by a long, sharp instrument  a machete, for instance.

The man nodded. Yes. But 

When we arrived, we mistook another man for you, sir. He led us out here and he was wielding a machete 

It was Hank Morton, Mike interrupted. Jupe described him to me. He must have let George loose.

Jim Halls jaw set grimly. Hank Morton was here? When I fired him, I warned him not to come back. He looked at his lion, puzzled. Somebody let George out. It might have been Hank. You say he brought you out here?

Yes, Bob put in. Then he left us and went off into the high grass, telling us to wait.

If he used to handle your lion, maybe he was able to get close enough to wound him with that machete, and make him mad enough to go for us, Pete said.

If he did, Jim Hall said angrily, that will be Hank Mortons last trick. Because if I dont catch up with him for that, George will!

He tugged at the lions ears affectionately. Come on, boy. Were going to have Doc Dawson take a look at you.

Mike answered Jupes inquiring look. Doc Dawson is our veterinarian. An animal doctor. He takes care, of George and all our other animals here.

Jim Hall led his lion off through the jungle. Come along, boys. Ill fill you in on whats been happening when we get back to the house. Alfred Hitchcock said you fellows were pretty good at unravelling mysteries. Maybe you can spot whats wrong. Because sure as shooting, something is going on around here that I cant figure out.



7

The Trouble with George

Here we are.

Jim Hall stopped at a small covered van parked on a side road. He dropped the tail-board, urged George up, then fastened it in place.

Come on, Mike said to Jupe and his friends. Well sit up front with Jim.

The Jungle Land owner got behind the wheel and started the vehicle. As he backed and turned the van round, Jupe leaned forward.

How did George get out, Mr. Hall? Where do you usually keep him  in his own compound?

Jim Hall shook his head. He stays in our house  with Mike and me. I dont know how he got out unless Hank Morton saw me leave. He could have let him out then. George was used to him being around so that would have been no problem. Once George was out, he could have wandered anywhere. Thats what had me worried, he added, his lips tightening.

He followed the narrow, winding road up a hill and swung up a gravel drive leading to a large white house.

Here we are, he announced. Run inside and call Doc Dawson, will you, Mike?

As Mike jumped off, Jupiter looked around in surprise. Is this where you live? We thought that first one we came to  the bunkhouse 

Thats for show, Jim Hall answered, smiling. People come to Jungle Land for a lot of reasons. Its an animal farm and ranch, and we throw in a bit of the old Wild West for them, too. Sometimes we use the place for filming movies. One is being shot right now, matter of fact  a jungle picture.

So Mr. Hitchcock told us, Jupe said. He led us to believe that was your concern at the moment, your lion not being trustworthy while a movie was being made here.

Correct, Hall said. George happens to be rented out, too, for the production. If he forgets hes supposed to be gentle and doesnt respond to my commands, Jay Eastland might lose a valuable leading man.

Whos Jay Eastland? Bob asked.

That name sounds familiar, Pete said. My dad does special effects for film companies. Im sure Ive heard him mention Jay Eastlands name.

Jim Hall said, Eastland is a very important film producer and director at least, he thinks he is.

He turned to unfasten the tail-board of the van. Mike Hall, who had just come out of the house, whistled and pointed to an approaching cloud of dust.

Here comes trouble, Uncle Jim, he called.

Jim Hall looked up, his brow darkening. Trouble is righthere it comes in the person of Mr. Eastland himself.

The cloud of dust cleared to reveal a station wagon. In a few seconds it pulled up and stopped. A short, beefy, bald-headed man hopped out of the back seat. He advanced with jerky steps, his face flushed and angry.

Hall, he shouted, Im holding you to the terms of our contract.

Jim Hall looked down at the perspiring director. I dont know what youre talking about, Eastland. Whats up?

Eastland shook his fist at the animal owner. That contract states no danger to myself or my people, remember? I guess you have a good explanation for whats happened?

Jim Halls eyebrows flew up. My contract and agreement stand, he said coldly. What happened?

Rock Randalls been hurt, Eastland yelled. One of your animals got loose and attacked him  thats what happened!

Thats impossible! Hall said firmly.

The angry visitor pointed accusingly at the big lion in the rear of the van.

Theres all the proof I need, right there! Your pet lion! I happen to know he was loose and roaming around an hour ago. Id like to hear you deny it!

Youre right, Eastland. George was loose for a time. But thats no proof he attacked Randall. I cant believe it.

Youll believe it when you see him, Eastland sneered.

Is he hurt badly? asked Hall quickly.

Eastland shrugged. Lets say that being attacked by a bad-tempered lion doesnt do anybody any good.

Jim Halls lips tightened. Now, hold on there. We still dont know for certain George did it.

Who else could do a job like that? Wait till you see 

Im going to do that right now, Jim Hall snapped. Just as soon as I lock George in the house.

As he lowered the tail-board, a horn sounded. A, small old lorry came bouncing around the turn.

Its Doc Dawson, Mike Hall whispered to the boys.

The driver braked to a skidding halt and jumped out. He was tall and thin. Under his grizzled moustache jutted the stub of an unlit cigar. He hurried towards the group with long strides, carrying a black leather medical bag.

The visitor stopped as he saw the lion in the van. Ignoring Eastland, he addressed Jim Hall in a gruff voice. Got here as fast as I could, Jim, after Mikes call. Whats that about George being hurt?

Flesh wound on his leg, Doc, Jim answered. Somebody let George out while Mike and I were away. We rounded him up north of the bunkhouse.

It looks like somebody cut him with a knife or machete, Doc, Mike Hall put in.

The angular vet turned to Mike, frowning. Who could have done that to old George? Id better have a look. Hold him steady for me, will you, Jim?

The vet leaned forward as Jim Hall held the lions mane. Lets have a look, Georgie, boy, the vet said softly.

He slipped off the handkerchief bandage and lifted the lions leg. The animal whimpered.

Come on, George, the vet said. I wont hurt you. Been taking care of you since you were a baby.

After a cursory glance, Dawson dropped the leg. Superficial cut, Jim, but nasty. Id better take him back to the dispensary for a better look. We dont want to risk an infection.

Right, Jim Hall said. Youre going with Doc Dawson, George, he informed the lion, guiding him down the slanted tail-board.

As the vet started for his truck, the irate film producer stepped in his way. Whats going on? he bellowed. Where you taking that lion? We hired him for the movie. He starts work tomorrow morning at eight sharp.

Doc Dawson stopped to light his stub of cigar and blew smoke in Eastlands face. That lion will be ready to work when I say he is. His leg may be better by tomorrow morning, and then again it may not. My job is to keep George healthy. I dont care two cents for your crummy movie. Now get out of my way, mister, or Ill walk right over you!

Jupe and his companions quietly watched the drama. At the sudden vehemence in the vets voice, Eastland paled and backed off. Dawson opened the rear door of his truck. Jim Hall brought George forward, patted the lions flank, and raised his hand.

Up you go, Georgie.

Obediently, the lion leaped into the truck. Hall closed the door and Dawson drove off. The lion pressed against the open-mesh sides of the truck, looking sad, a whimpering sound in its throat.

Eastland stepped forward again. Im telling you now, Hall, that lion better be ready, he threatened. Now do you want to see what he did to Rock Randall, or not?

Without a word, Jim Hall followed the film producer into his station wagon. He waved to Mike as the driver spun the long car around, calling as he caught Jupes eye, Sorry, fellows  Ill see you later.

Jupe watched thoughtfully until the station wagon disappeared into the jungle. That sounds like a bad scene, if its true, he said.

If whats true? Mike Hall snapped. My Uncle Jims story or Mr. Eastlands?

Jupe shrugged. Im not disputing your uncles word, Mike. But you have to admit he looked worried.

Im sorry, Jupe, Mike said, his voice breaking. I didnt mean to flare up at you. But anything that concerns my uncle, concerns me, too. I  well, Im living with him because my parents were killed in a car accident. Hes my fathers brother, and my only family now  except for Cal.

Cal? asked Bob.

Whos he? Pete put in.

Cal Hall is my other uncle. Hes a big game hunter and explorer in Africa, Mike explained. He sends Jim animals for Jungle Land. If Jim gets them young enough, like with George, he can train them easily. He puts the others on exhibit here and hopes to train them all some day. But its a lot harder to do once theyre full grown.

How come Jay Eastland acts so nasty? Pete asked. Whats he got against your Uncle Jim?

Nothing I know of, Mike said. Hes worried about his movie getting done on schedule. And before he leased Jungle Land, he wanted an agreement it would be safe working here, with the animals around. Jim guaranteed it would.

What happens if your uncle guessed wrong  and theres an accident? Bob asked.

Jim would lose a lot of money. He had to put up a bond of fifty thousand dollars as a guarantee. He signed over Jungle Land as security for the bond. So he could lose everything. Hes losing money already because tourists arent allowed in when we rent out for a movie. They might disrupt things.

Jupiter listened carefully. I assume, though, that your uncle will make a considerable amount of money if the movie goes through on schedule, without any accidents. Correct?

Yes, Mike admitted. I dont know the exact amount but its so much a day. And George gets paid five hundred dollars when he works. Trained animals are rented for a lot of money  just like movie stars.

Has George had any accidents before? asked Jupe. Has he ever attacked anybody?

No, Mike said. Never. Hes a very gentle animal and well-trained. That is  he bit his lip  until lately, anyway. Recently hes been acting up.

Bob, in charge of Records and Research, had his little memo book open. We still have no information about that, he said. How has George been acting? Whats he doing now that he didnt do before? Maybe that might give us a hint, Mike, about whats making him nervous.

Well, hes not himself. Hes on edge. He stays in the house with us but lately he hasnt slept well. Almost every night, hes up and growling, walking around, trying to get out. Jim cant get him to go back to sleep, and he doesnt take orders as he used to. Hes getting so hard to handle now Im afraid hes not the good-natured, well-trained animal he used to be.

It could be something outside is exciting him, Jupe said. Are any animals here allowed to roam loose at night?

Mike shook his head. We have deer in a compound but they cant get out. We have horses that are used in a lot of Westerns. Theyre kept in a corral. Weve got two elephants down by the lake but theyre in their own compound, too, and stay there. Weve got raccoons, monkeys, birds, dogs, chickens, and a lot of other animals  but theyre all penned up at night and accounted for.

Nevertheless, Jupe said, something or somebody is making George nervous.

Nervous enough, maybe, to attack that actor, Rock Randall, said Pete. Though maybe he asked for it. I remember hearing hes a pretty nasty guy.

Hed have to be pretty stupid as well as nasty to start up with George, Bob said. George didnt look too friendly and gentle when we ran into him. Maybe it was because he got that cut on his leg. Maybe not.

We cant say anything for sure yet, fellows, Jupe said. We cant blame George for Randalls accident until Jim comes back and tells us what happened. Maybe it was another kind of accident. One that none of the animals here were 

Mike clapped his hands suddenly. The gorilla! he cried.

What gorilla? Pete asked.

Do you have a gorilla here, too? Bob said.

Not yet  but were expecting one. Part of a new shipment from my Uncle Cal. Maybe it got here already, and got loose  and attacked Rock Randall!

Jupe held his hand up. Assuming it already got here how could it escape? Wouldnt it be in a locked cage?

Mike nodded. Youre right. Im acting as nervous as George, myself. Jim didnt say anything about the gorilla arriving, and hed know. Besides, if it was here, theres no way it could get out of its cage unless  unless 

Unless what, Mike? asked Bob.

The young boy licked his lips. Unless somebody who didnt like my Uncle Jim opened its cage and let it out!



8

A Tough Customer

It was still early afternoon and The Three Investigators were on their way back to The Jones Salvage Yard with Konrad. Their time had run out before Jim Hall returned. The boys left Mike with the promise that they would return at the earliest opportunity.

Konrad, already waiting for them outside the Jungle Land gate, looked relieved when they came out. You look hokay, he said. I guess maybe you get along all right with that lion inside.

He sounds a lot tougher than he is, Konrad, Jupe said. Well see what happens next time.

The big Bavarian shook his head dubiously. You coming back here again? You push your luck too much maybe, Jupe.

Jupe smiled. I dont think so, Konrad. At least, I hope not. Anyway, were involved in a mystery and well have to keep coming back until its solved.

Konrad only shook his head again and started the lorry, remaining gloomily silent on the trip home.

The boys resumed their conversation.

We have one possible suspect anyway, Bob said. Hank Morton. He has a motive for letting George out  to get even for being fired. Id suspect Jay Eastland, too, but what could his motive be? I dont see that he gains anything by delaying his movie. Usually they try to get them done on time, dont they, Pete?

Sure, Pete replied. Ive heard it from my dad often. Film companies have a limited budget and a tight schedule, as a rule. Especially so when theyre working on location, like Mr. Eastland is now at Jungle Land. What do you think, Jupe?

Im not certain yet what to think, their stocky leader said slowly. It could be an act of revenge on Hank Mortons part. Or something to do with Jim Halls putting up his whole operation as security for his animals good behaviour while the movie is being shot. He stands to lose an awful lot if anything goes wrong. Too much, if you ask me.

Anyway, thats not what we came out for, Pete said. It was because of a nervous lion, remember? Nothing anybodys said so far deals with that. We still dont know whats making George nervous.

Thats true, Jupe admitted. And for all we know, the lion getting out of the house and then being wounded could have been purely accidental. He could have jumped out of a window, or the wind might have blown a door open. He could have cut his leg any number of ways. His nervousness is something else.

Maybe what they need there is a good animal psychologist instead of a vet, said Bob.

Konrad interrupted their speculations by announcing their arrival at the salvage yard with a warning blast of his horn.

Jupe looked up surprised. Thanks, Konrad. You made good time.

I go back that way again for more pickup stuff tomorrow, Konrad said. In case you fellows still got business with that lion.

Swell, Konrad, said Jupe. Ill let you know if were going.

The boys jumped out of the cab as Konrad continued to the far end of the junkyard. Jupe started towards Headquarters, then stopped abruptly, an astonished look on his face.

Theyre gone! he cried.

Whats gone? Pete asked.

The bars! Jupe exclaimed. That whole stack we unloaded from the lorry yesterday morning. All gone! Uncle Titus must have made a fast deal.

Bob scratched his head, puzzled. Who would want to buy a lorryload of rusty iron bars?

Jupe shrugged. I dont know. But its the kind of luck my uncle always has.

Bob looked over Jupes shoulder and groaned. Uh-oh! Here comes your aunt, Jupe. Shes got that look in her eye that means work!

Jupiter turned to face his aunt. Were you looking for us, Aunt Mathilda?

Indeed I was, his aunt said. Where were you boys? A customer came and bought up all those iron bars, and there wasnt a soul around to help him load them.

Jupiter explained that Uncle Titus had given them permission to ride with Konrad on his trip to Chatwick. Wasnt Hans around? he asked.

Indeed he wasnt, his aunt replied. He was off again with your uncle to pick up some more of those bars. Apparently hes found a place that has plenty of them cheap.

Jupe smiled. All right, Aunt Mathilda. Well try to be around if that customer returns for more of the same.

I wouldnt be at all surprised if he did, his aunt said. So mind you are here tomorrow. As she turned to go, she added over her shoulder, And by the way, Ive fixed up a stack of sandwiches. Theyre in the office. You and your friends might be hungry.

As the boys started happily off towards the office cabin, Mathilda Jones added, And when youve finished, Jupiter, youll have to mind the office. I have to go downtown to do some shopping now. Titus should be back soon.

All right, Aunt Mathilda, Jupe said.

Konrad is driving me in the small lorry, Mrs. Jones said. Now mind you dont leave, and dont miss any sales, Jupiter.

I wont. Dont worry.

Mrs. Jones nodded and walked away.

Inside the small office, the boys found piles of sandwiches wrapped in wax paper and several bottles of root beer and orange pop.

Too bad, Jupe, about having to work tomorrow, Pete said, wolfing down a thick sandwich. I was ready to go back to Jungle Land and have Mike show us around.

Wed have some news then, Bob said, about what happened to Rock Randall. If George really did it, theyre in big trouble.

Jupe looked glum. We still have a lot of work ahead of us at Jungle Land. We dont know the terrain at all yet. And there are far too many possibilities of what might be going on at night. Mike stated that George became nervous and restless at that time. So well have to check that out. He scowled. Animals tend to become restless before an approaching storm. But Mike didnt mention the weather. Far as I can recall, its been pretty good the past month. If not that, then who or what could be making the lion nervous? Its still a complete mystery.

Why did Hank Morton pretend to be Jim Hall and bring us out to where George was? asked Bob. If you ask me, thats a mystery, too. What did he have against us?

I dont know, answered Jupe. But notice another curious thing. George was roaring before we got to him. Its possible that Hank Morton did not inflict that wound. No, he concluded, shaking his head, Im afraid next time we go back well have to keep our eyes and ears open. We have to learn a lot more than we know.

Pete noticed a movement out the window. Uh-oh, Jupe  I think you have a customer. Somebody just came in. Didnt your aunt tell you not to miss any sales?

A dark saloon had pulled into the salvage yard. A light-haired man was looking around the neatly arranged junk. He walked quickly around the piles, lifting objects off the top to peer behind and below. Seeming unsatisfied, he wiped dust from his hands and turned to the door of the office.

Jupe was standing there waiting. Bob and Pete were behind him, ready to help.

The customer was thin and broad-shouldered, wearing a business suit and a bow tie. His eyes were a very pale blue and his face had a curious, hatchet-like shape, wide at the cheekbones and tapering abruptly to a narrow, pointed chin. When he spoke, his voice had the toughness of a man used to giving orders.

Im looking for some iron bars, he said. He looked at Jupe questioningly. Is the owner around?

No, sir, Jupe replied. But I work here. Im sorry, but we dont have any more iron bars. We just sold the whole stack of them.

What? When was this  who bought them?

Earlier today, I guess. I dont know who purchased them, sir.

Why not? the man demanded. Dont you people keep records of your sales here?

Only of money received, Jupiter said. Whoever bought those iron bars loaded and transported them himself. So we have no record of delivery. In a junkyard business like this, people generally just come in, pick what they want, and take it home with them.

I see, the man said. He looked around again, disappointed.

My Uncle Titus, the owner, is out now, Jupe said. He might be hauling back some more iron bars. If you care to leave your name and address, he could get in touch with you.

Thats a thought, the man said. His eyes kept darting about the junk piled in the yard. But so far as you know, theres not a single bar available now, big or small. Is that right?

Yes, sir, Jupe said. Im sorry. Maybe if you told me what you wanted them for, I might be able to find something else here you could use as a substitute.

The man shook his head. Im not interested in any substitutes. He suddenly pointed, his voice loud and triumphant. Whats that over there? What are you trying to do, kid  hold out on me?

Jupe looked in the direction in which the man was pointing. Those are animal cages, he said.

I know they are, the man said nastily. But they have bars, dont they?

Jupe shrugged. Some do and some dont. We have to repair those cages, replace the missing bars, rebuild and repaint the tops and bottoms, you see, and  

Never mind all that, the man said impatiently. Im just interested in buying the iron bars. As many as I can get. How much?

He took a thick wallet out and started to leaf through a number of notes.

Jupiter blinked. You want the bars? Not the cages?

Thats right, genius. How much?

Jupe frowned. He remembered his uncles plans to fix up the cages for the circus. Jupiter never questioned what his uncle wanted, nor his reasons.

Im sorry, he said. Those bars arent for sale. We need them to complete the cages so they can be sold to the circus.

The man grinned. Okay, he said. Thats fine. Thats just what I want  circus cages. Ill take them as is, and fix them up myself. How much?

Again he riffled the thick pile of notes impatiently.

Do you work for a circus? Jupe asked.

Whats the difference? the man snapped. I want circus cages, and you got them. How much kid? Cmon. Im in a hurry.

Jupe looked speculatively at the cages. There were four of them, all in extremely poor condition.

That would be one thousand dollars, he said sleepily.

The mans fingers tightened on his wallet. A thousand dollars for that junk? Are you kidding? Take a look at them  theyre falling apart!

Jupe heard Bob and Pete clear their throats nervously behind him. He looked again at the cages, then very deliberately at the man. That would be one thousand dollars apiece, he said distinctly. Four thousand dollars for all four.

The hatchet-faced man stared at Jupiter and slowly replaced his wallet in his pocket. Maybe you shouldnt be left alone to run a business, kid. I can get new cages for that kind of money.

Jupe shrugged. Having been a child actor when he was very young, he appreciated the scene he was playing now. Perhaps you can, sir. Ive no idea what the current market price is for new circus cages. If you should care to drop back when my uncle is here, perhaps he might give you a more satisfactory price.

The visitor shook his head impatiently. I dont have time for that, kid. He brought a note out of his pocket and offered it. Heres twenty dollars for the lot. Take it or leave it. My guess is your uncle bought the whole lot for five dollars. Thats all junk, kid. He waved the twenty-dollar note under Jupes nose. Well, what do you say? Twenty dollars?

Jupiter sucked in his breath, hesitating. He knew the man was right. The bars as well as the cages were practically worthless. But he had learned to trust his instincts.

Sorry, he said, turning away. No deal.

He saw the mans hand dart to his pocket. For a long moment, Jupe held his breath, wondering if he had made a mistake.



9

More Trouble

The hatchet-faced mans voice was cold and threatening. All right, kid  have it your way. Ill be back!

The man quickly got into his car, started his engine, and roared out of the salvage yard.

Jupe slumped, blowing out his cheeks in a long, relieved sigh.

Good grief! Bob exclaimed. What was that all about?

A thousand dollars for each of those crummy cages? Pete asked sarcastically. I bet that man was right  that your uncle didnt pay more than five dollars for the lot  including the loose bars and pipes that we stacked.

Jupe nodded, feeling deflated. I know, he said. Uncle Titus hardly ever pays more than five dollars for anything.

Then why did you ask so much? Bob demanded. That was a tough-looking customer. He wasnt happy when he left.

I know. Jupe started to explain. II had a hunch something was wrong, thats all. Im not sure why. I felt he wanted those bars too much. So I just stepped up the price to find out how much they really were worth to him.

Well, you found out, Pete said. Twenty dollars. And when your uncle finds out you turned down that much money, Ill bet he blows his top.

Jupe looked up and sighed. Well find out soon enough. Here comes Uncle Titus now!

The large pickup truck rolled into the yard with Hans behind the wheel. As Titus Jones got down from the cab, Jupe noticed that the truck was empty.

What happened, Uncle Titus?

His uncle tugged at his long walrus moustache. Seems as if theres been a run on iron bars lately. Guess I got to the place too late. Every last one of them was gone.

Jupe cleared his throat. Aunt Mathilda already sold that batch you bought yesterday. And we just had another customer looking for some, too.

That so? his uncle asked. He dug out his pipe and lit it. Well, no mind. Well get some more in some day.

Jupe moved his feet uneasily. This customer wanted to buy those last few bars, the ones for the cages. He was willing to buy them with or without the cages.

His uncle looked at him. Buy the bars without the cages? How much did he offer?

Twenty dollars, Jupe replied, swallowing hard.

Twenty dollars? Titus thought about it. What did you tell him?

I said it wasnt enough. That we didnt want to sell the bars alone. That we were planning to fix up the cages to sell to the circus.

Titus Jones rocked back and forth, blowing smoke. How much did you ask him for the cages?

Jupe took another deep breath. A thousand dollars, he said, waiting for the explosion. The only response was more smoke as Titus Jones puffed silently away. A thousand dollars apiece, Jupe added slowly. Four thousand for the lot.

His uncle removed the pipe from his mouth. As Jupe waited for the expected tongue-lashing, a car swung into the yard. It came to a quick, jarring stop near them. A man stepped out.

Thats him, Jupe said.

The hatchet-faced man walked up. You the owner of this junkyard? he demanded.

I am, Mr. Jones said.

My names Olsen. The visitor jabbed his finger in Jupes direction. Fine help you leave when youre away. I tried to buy some of your old junk bars and this kid tried to scalp me.

That so? Mr. Jones asked in a matter-of-fact voice. Sorry to hear about it, mister.

The man grinned. I thought you would be. He took out his wallet and extracted a twenty-dollar note. I offered him twenty dollars for those bars over on that pile and he turned me down flat.

Titus Jones inclined his head towards the pile the man indicated. Aint no bars there, mister. Just some old animal cages.

I know, Mr. Olsen said impatiently. But I dont need the cages. Just the bars. He extended the money to Titus Jones. Here you are  twenty dollars. Is it a deal?

Titus Jones relit his pipe and puffed hard to get it going properly. Jupe waited. The man stirred restlessly.

Sorry, mister, Titus said at last. But my nephew here told you the truth. Those bars youre talking about there are for animal cages. When we get em fixed up nice and proper, I figure on selling them to the circus for their animals.

Jupe stared at his uncle. Pete and Bob stood open-mouthed.

Mr. Olsen scowled. Okayanimals cages. Do you know what he wanted for the four of them? Four thousand dollars! He asked a thousand dollars apiece!

Well, Titus said, the boys young, and he did make a mistake quoting the price.

I thought so, the man said, smiling with satisfaction.

The price is six thousand dollars, Titus Jones said. That would come to fifteen hundred dollars apiece.

The visitor stared. Titus Jones put his pipe in his mouth, puffed, and rocked on his heels. Once more Jupe held his breath, waiting for Mr. Olsen to explode.

At that moment Hans walked up. Anything else I can do, boss? he asked Mr. Jones. I still got time to do some cleaning up.

Mr. Olsen looked at the hulking figure of the yard helper. His cold eyes flickered. Then he snarled. Forget it, mister. Ive got better use for my money.

Jupiter watched the saloon roar out of the yard. He felt like hugging his uncle.

A few minutes later, The Three Investigators were crawling through the big pipe leading to Headquarters. As soon as they were inside, Jupe squinted into the See-All periscope, which let him see over the piles of junk outside the trailer.

All clear, he reported. Mr. Olsen hasnt returned.

Gosh! Bob exclaimed. You could have knocked me over with a feather when your Uncle Titus backed you up.

Six thousand dollars! Pete said. And I thought that you were off your rocker!

Jupiter nodded. I dont blame you, Second. But Uncle Titus has an affection for the circus that goes far beyond his usual desire to do business and make a reasonable profit.

What beats me, Bob said, is why everyone wants to buy bars all of a sudden?

You should have asked your Aunt Mathilda who the other buyer was  the one who bought up the whole lot, Pete said to Jupe.

Jupe was about to reply when the telephone rang.

Hello, Jupiter Jones speaking.

They could all hear the incoming voice through the loudspeaker attachment. Hi, Jupe. This is Mike Hall. How would you fellows like to come back to our place again tonight?

I dont know if we can get away, Mike, Jupe said. Why  is anything wrong at Jungle Land?

Not exactly, Mike said. I just thought youd like to see the gorilla. He just arrived.

Swell, Jupe said. Is he a big one?

Mike laughed. Big enough. Of course, hell keep, but our big problem is still with George. And I hope you remember that he gets nervous after dark.

We havent forgotten, Mike. As a matter of fact, we were discussing that same point  that we dont know yet what goes on there after dark.

Well, heres your chance to find out, Mike said cheerfully.

All right, Mike. Well try to get permission, and then itll be just the matter of arranging transport.

Great, Mike said. I can meet you at the gate. You coming by pickup truck again?

I dont think so, Jupe replied. This time I believe well be using the Rolls.

There was a gasp. You have a Rolls-Royce? Mike asked. Then he began to laugh loudly.

Ask him whats so funny, Bob said.

I heard that, Mike said. Its funny because Mr. Jay Eastland acts like such a big shot, you know. And thats the car he drives to impress people.

Jupe consulted his watch. Well be there about nine, Mike, after dinner. As soon as I call Worthington.

Worthington? Whos he?

Our chauffeur.

There was loud laughter from the other end. Wow! Mike managed to say finally. Okay, see you later.

Jupiter replaced the phone. I guess I should have explained to Mike we dont actually own the Rolls and Worthington.

Its better this way, Bob put in. At least we cheered him up. The way things are going at Jungle Land, he needs a laugh.

Promptly at nine oclock that evening, the gleaming old Rolls-Royce rolled up to the main gate at Jungle Land.

Jupe peered out of the window. I thought Mike said he would meet us here.

There was an overhead light illuminating the gate area. Beyond that, Jungle Land was dark. Palm leaves rustled in the night breeze. From the distance came strange chattering sounds.

Pete jumped out and opened the gate. As the Rolls passed through, he closed it again and got back into the car. Im glad Worthington is driving us in, he said. This place is kind of scary at night.

Following Petes unerring sense of direction, Worthington threaded his way through several junctions and side roads. As he was about to turn up the road leading to the big white house on the hill, Pete touched the dignified chauffeurs shoulder. Hold it a second, Worthington.

Jupe raised his eyebrows. Whats up, Pete?

I thought I heard shouting up ahead  and some other noises.

They waited, concentrating on listening. Soon they all heard sounds in the undergrowth. Then they heard the faraway wail of a siren.

Bob pointed into the dark. Look! Searchlights!

As their eyes watched the blue arcs of light sweeping the skies, they became aware of crashing sounds directly ahead of them. They heard the rasp of heavy breathing. In the next instant, a figure broke out of the jungle. The headlights of the Rolls picked him out clearly as he ran across the road.

His eyes were wide and staring. Sweat glistened on the dirt-streaked face under the old Aussie campaign hat. There was no mistaking the man caught for a brief moment in the bright headlights.

Hank Morton! Bob exclaimed.

Running wild through the woods  and looking mighty scared, added Pete. I wonder what hes been up to now.

The panting man plunged into the thick jungle on the other side and disappeared. The crashing sounds of his flight gradually diminished.

They heard angry cries up ahead, and saw the beams of bobbing torches.

It looks like some kind of trouble, Bob said, peering out.

Lets see whats going on, Jupe cried.

In a moment the boys were scrambling out and running. A voice called out.

Jupiter! Bob! Pete!

Jupe turned, peering uncertainly into the darkness.

A torch signalled. Over here. Its me  Mike.

He directed them with the torch until they were together. Jupe noticed Mike was breathing hard. Behind him, dim figures were walking slowly through the jungle, swinging torches from side to side, and then up towards the trees. A few men were holding rifles.

Jupe caught his breath as he took in the eerie scene. Whats going on? he asked. Did George break out again?

Its not George this time, Mike said breathlessly. Its a lot more trouble than that.

What happened? asked Bob. Some of those men have rifles. Are they looking for Hank Morton?

Who?

Hank Morton, Pete said. We just saw him running scared. He broke out of the jungle below the hill and ran across the road.

So thats it! Mike Hall said grimly. I knew it!

Knew what, Mike? Bob demanded. Whats going on here?

The gorilla I told you about, Mike began. He broke out of his cage and escaped!

When? Pete demanded. You mean theres a wild gorilla running loose here?

It happened a little while ago, right after Doc Dawson brought George home this evening.

A wild gorilla and a lion, Jupiter said thoughtfully. I dont know much about how those two species get along, Mike. Would a gorilla be that frightened at the presence of a lion that he would break out of his cage?

Mike shrugged. Jim knows more about that than I do. But after what you told me, Im not at all sure he did break out of his cage.

What do you mean, Mike? asked Pete.

I mean somebody could have let him out. Somebody who hated my Uncle Jim bad enough to pull a stunt like that. You said yourselves you saw him running through the woods.

Unless Im dead wrong, it was Hank Morton who let him out! he said bitterly.



10

In the Dark

Jupe shook his head. Hank Morton could have been running through the woods for any number of reasons. Thats not proof that he let your gorilla escape. Perhaps if we could see its cage, we might find some clues.

Okay, you fellows are the investigators, said Mike. Maybe youll discover something. He led them up the hill. Say, wheres that Rolls-Royce you said you were coming in?

Down at the foot of the hill, said Bob. Worthington is used to us. Hell just wait until we show up again.

Mike chuckled and brought the boys to a clearing at the side of the house. Lights blazed in every room, lighting up the nearby area. Mike pointed and The Three Investigators found themselves staring at a large, empty cage.

The shipment arrived not long after you left this afternoon. There were two cages this time and  

Two cages? Jupe asked.

A snarling, spitting sound behind him made him whirl in fright. Bob and Pete flinched.

Gosh! Bob gasped. What was that?

Mike directed his flashlight to the far end of the house. I guess I should have warned you first. Take a look! Isnt that a beauty?

The boys looked in awe at the sinister creature caged barely twenty feet from them. As they slowly approached, it snarled again.

Its a black panther, Mike said. How do you like it?

Gleaming yellow eyes stared unwinkingly at them from behind thick iron bars. As they took another cautious step forward, the panther hissed. Its mouth opened, showing long, white pointed fangs. Hastily, the boys stepped backward.

Bob gulped. I like him fine. Just so long as he stays locked up in that cage.

Wow! Pete exclaimed. Look at those muscles! If you ask me, that panther looks a lot tougher than old George.

As if acting in support of Petes observation, the beast snarled and lunged at the bars with a frightening thud. The boys retreated another step, watching the black animal warily.

It would be a pretty good fight, at that, Pete  lion against panther, Mike said. Panthers, this kind, are really leopards. They strike like lightning. Theyve got terrible raking claws as well as sharp teeth. But dont let George fool you with his dumb, gentle act. Hes still a lion  a good-sized one at that  over four hundred pounds  and hes simply too big and powerful for the panther. No panther ever beat a lion yet, that I ever heard of. It would take a tiger to do it.

The boys stared in silence at the animal pacing restlessly in its cage. I kind of agree with Pete, Bob said finally. This baby looks real mean and tough. What do you think, Jupe? He looked around. Jupe?

The First Investigator was spotted by the cage the gorilla had escaped from. He motioned them over.

Whats up, Jupe? asked Bob.

This cage has been tampered with, fellows, Jupe announced. While Im not certain that Hank Morton was responsible for the gorilla getting out, somebody was!

How can you tell? asked Pete.

Jupe pointed dramatically to the side of the cage. See there? One bar has been removed. The adjoining two are bent. The bars are set approximately six inches apart. I think whoever removed the bar gave the gorilla his chance. He bent the other two far enough apart to slip out. You said he was a big one? How big?

He wasnt full size, but big enough, Mike said. About our size. He shook his head as they appraised each other. Dont let the size fool you. Hes twice as powerful as a grown man.

Where did he come from? Jupe asked.

Rwanda, in Central Africa. We were expecting a young gorilla from there. Weve been waiting a long time. Uncle Cal went through all the mountain gorilla terrain  Rwanda, the Congo, and Uganda. He finally wrote to us from Rwanda that he had a gorilla, but he was having trouble getting it out of the country. Gorillas are on the endangered species list  there arent very many of them left  and only zoos and scientists can get export permits for them. It took Uncle Cal a while to convince the authorities that Jungle Land was a kind of zoo.

Gee, said Pete. Wouldnt it have been easier to just get another kind of gorilla?

Well, there are lowland gorillas, but theres an embargo on them, too. Im not even sure which species Uncle Cal finally sent us.

It was a young male mountain gorilla, said a voice from the darkness. Jim Hall stepped out of the shadows and nodded to the boys.

Have you found him yet? Mike asked.

Jim Hall shook his head. His face was tired and dust-stained. I just heard hes been seen up by the canyon. I wanted to check back here again before heading out.

What happened with Mr. Eastland? Jupe asked. Did George really attack Rock Randall?

Jim Hall laughed harshly. That was hogwash. It seems Randall got into a fight with somebody and got thrown around on some rocks on the movie set. He was beat up and bloody, and it did look as if George might have mauled him. But a doctor looked him over and said no animal could have made those marks. So were clear of that mess, and now we have another. Im glad youre back tonight, boys. You can see for yourselves that Alfred Hitchcock wasnt exaggerating when he told you somethings wrong at Jungle Land.

There were shouts in the distance, and Jim Hall made an impatient gesture. Sorry, boys, but Ive got to get moving and trap that gorilla before something happens.

I guess hed be pretty dangerous to run up against, Pete ventured.

He might be frightened now by all the racket out there. But if you happen to run into him, dont worry. Just get out of his way.

Bob blinked. What? Meet a gorilla face to face and not worry? How do you manage that?

Hall laughed. Ill tell you something about gorillas. It applies to a lot of wild animals generally. Gorillas almost never behave aggressively. Oh, they bluff a lot, and scream and charge  thats how they frighten away any animal that seems threatening. But mostly gorillas are peaceful animals that mind their own business. They graze in the same area as elephants, for example, and although they eat the same food, theres no problem.

What happens? asked Bob.

The tall man shrugged. Mutual disregard, he said. He glanced at his watch. A horn sounded. Thatll be Doc. He waved and walked away.

A moment later he passed, driving an open jeep. The thin, moustached man sitting next to him was holding a rifle.

Mike smiled. It figures good old Doc Dawson would be around to help. Hes crazy about animals.

Pete turned to look at the jeep carrying the two men off. They looked prepared for action.

If he likes animals all that much, why is he holding a rifle?

Thats a stun gun, Mike said. It shoots a tranquilliser dart  not bullets. Whatever is hit is only knocked out temporarily, Pete  not really hurt.

Jim Hall and the search party should be able to find the gorilla, said Jupiter. I suggest we look around now while we have the opportunity. Perhaps we can learn whats behind these animal escapes. First there was George, and now the gorilla.

Well, George seems okay now, Mike said. Hes in the house sleeping off the tetanus and tranquilliser shots Doc Dawson gave him. Doc cleaned up the wound and George will be able to face the camera tomorrow and earn a days pay for us.

Jupiter was looking round. Does George have a cage, too?

No, we got rid of Georges cage over a month ago, said Mike. He sleeps in the house with Jim and me. He has his own room but he prefers to share Jims.

Jupe glanced up at the lighted house. You said somebody must have let him out before. Couldnt it happen again?

Mike put his hand in his pocket and produced a key. This time the house is locked. Only Jim and I have keys.

Jupe pondered. Youve told us, Mike, that George becomes nervous and restless at night. I suggest we walk round to see if we cant uncover some reason for his nervousness. We should explore the area closest to the house to begin with.

Swell, Mike said. As you can see, the house is set in a clearing on this knoll. Over theres a shed for tools and firewood. It could be a garage but Jim parks outside here. The road at the foot of the drive leads north and runs into other roads.

He led the boys around the area. The night was quiet after the earlier excitement. The moon was now up, and the sky was cloudless.

Jupe nodded as if satisfied when they completed their circuit of the house. They returned to the cage area. The gorilla cage remained empty. The panther in the other lay quietly, switching its long tail and watching them balefully.

The Three Investigators followed Mike down the hill into the jungle. Ill explain Jungle Land as we go along. Then the next time you come, youll know your way around here without me.

How big is Jungle Land? asked Bob. It seems with so much land to cover, youd never know whats going on.

Its about a hundred acres, and diamond-shaped. Thats a lot maybe, but weve never had any trouble keeping track of things before.

Where is the Jay Eastland movie being shot? Pete asked.

North of here, about a five-minute ride, Mike said. Were heading due east now, towards our closest border fence.

The trail descended steeply through brush, rocks and fissures. Faint patches of moonlight showed between trees.

Wheres the canyon your uncle said the gorilla was seen at? asked Bob. He seemed to be heading north, too.

He was, but hell cut left on another road. The canyon is north-west, about fifteen minutes away. Just below it, we have several acres that look like the African veldt, grassy and flat. We have the elephants there, contained by a moat, so they cant get out. But you can hear them trumpeting. He grinned. I like that sound.

I like it better myself now, said Pete, knowing they cant get out.

Mike continued to describe Jungle Land as they went on downhill. At the far west end opposite us is the built-up tourist section. Our main attraction used to be the jungle and animals, but a lot of folks seem to prefer the Wild West. So we have a frontier town, a mock graveyard, a ghost town, and a stagecoach ride for the kids. We keep the horses pretty near that area.

In the southern part is the entrance where you come in, and lots of jungle. In the central part is the lake and then above that, where Eastland is, more jungle. At the northern end are mountains, with one high precipice. Its been used for a lot of movies where the hero has to dive off a cliff. Doc Dawson has his dispensary up that way.

There was an outburst of chattering cries and hoots. The boys stopped and looked at their guide.

Those are monkeys and owls, Mike explained. Weve also got a snake-house in the north-east section but the snakes dont make any noise. We keep them farthest away because theyre the hardest to find in case they ever get away. Weve a good collection of sidewinders  theyre rattlesnakes  and a water moccasin and a good-sized king snake.

Jupe was peering intently back through the trees. How far are we from your house now, Mike?

About five hundred yards. Theres a fence down the end of this slope here  

Wait! Pete whispered. Whats that?

They all heard it then. A slow, dull, crunching sound echoing with a measured beat. The Three Investigators looked at each other. The crunching sound became louder, seeming to come closer. Prickly chills ran down their spines. Then they heard a new sound. It started as a low whine and began to rise on a shrill, insistent note.

I dont like that, Pete said hoarsely. Maybe we ought to be getting back  

Jupiters eyes were wide with fear, too, but they were also puzzled. That sound   he started to say. It  its  

As he groped for words, the shrill, whining noise ascended to a full-noted shriek. The screeching seemed to be all around, engulfing them.

EEEE  ooo  EEEEE! EEE  ooo  EEEEE!

Bob yelled, Im getting out of here!

With one mind, The Three Investigators wheeled and ran.

Wait! Mike called.

They turned to stare in utter amazement.

Mike Hall was laughing.

Its nothing to worry about, he called. Thats only the metal shredder!



11

Steps into Terror

The shrill, wailing sound slowly fell until it became a low, whistling note.

Metal shredder? Jupiter repeated dumbly.

Mike was pointing ahead through some trees. Yes, Jupe. Over the fence, the other side of our property. Theres a salvage yard  steel and scrap iron. Its full of scrapped cars and other junk.

What does the metal shredder do  besides scare people? Bob asked.

Its a new recycling process to salvage precious metal, Mike said. Part of the new ecology drive. The cars used to be just pounded down and sold as scrap iron and steel. But now they have this new device  some kind of claw with a computer-selector-processing operation. It shreds the cars into little bits. The metal is separated from the other material, and then the more precious metals, like copper, are separated from the iron and steel.

Whew! Pete exclaimed weakly. Is that all? It sounded like all the gorillas in town were holding a convention!

Jupe was plucking at his lower lip. He glanced at his wristwatch.

It is now nine thirty, he stated. Does George usually become nervous and restless about this time, Mike?

Mike shrugged. Sometimes sooner or later. I dont know exactly what time  except that its always after it gets dark.

Always at night? Never during the day?

Never, Mike said firmly. But Im not counting this afternoon. George wasnt nervous then  just acting mean. Id say because he was hurt.

Whats your idea, Jupe? Bob asked. That the sound of the metal shredder made George nervous?

Animals are more sensitive to sounds than humans, Jupe said. Perhaps George is reacting to that high whine of the metal shredder.

 But hed hear it all the time then, Pete put in. Not just at night.

A good point. Second, said Jupe, does this metal-shredding process operate during the day, too, Mike?

Sometimes, Mike said. Off and on again. I dont pay much attention to the sound any more. It isnt nearly as loud up by our house.

Hmmm, Jupe said. How long has that machine been in operation?

Its kind of new, Jupe. The scrap yard has been here a long time, a number of years. And the wrecking part of it, also. But offhand my guess is they havent been using this metal shredder more than a month.

A month, Jupe repeated. And how long has George been acting nervous and restless?

Since about two or three months ago, Mike said. I remember it started just before the rainy season when Jim decided to bring George inside the house for good.

Jupiter scowled, puzzled.

Dont forget, he didnt act up every night, Mike added. He was restless at times, then seemed to be all right. But the last week or so, hes been getting much worse, and its been regular since.

So he was nervous before the metal shredder came in, Bob said.

Jupe looked thoughtful. It would seem that George isnt used to being cooped up indoors at night. That might account for his actions. The metal shredder could be a factor, or perhaps not. There could be different reasons.

Maybe its working in the movie thats making him nervous, Pete suggested, grinning. A lot of actors get nervous at night trying to memorise their lines for the next days shooting.

Jupiter snapped his fingers. A humorous suggestion but nevertheless a possibility, Pete. He turned to Mike. How long have Jay Eastland and his crew been working at Jungle Land?

Theyve been around here about two months, Mike said. But a lot of that time was spent checking the locations, getting the setups planned for the shooting scenes, the right backgrounds, and so forth. They didnt move in completely and start shooting until two weeks ago.

Do they shoot at night, too? Jupe asked.

Sometimes.

Jupe frowned. You said their set is about five minutes away from your house. Would their mikes pick up the sound of the metal shredder?

Its possible, Mike admitted. I dont know. Mr. Eastland hasnt complained.

He might not have to do his sound work at Jungle Land, said Pete, drawing on information hed picked up from his father. Sometimes the sound is dubbed in later  even the actors voices.

Jupe nodded. What about the actors and work crew? Do they live here, too?

Most of them go home at night, Mike said. The motorway is near here and most of them dont live too far away  Westwood, Hollywood, West Los Angeles  its only a half-hour ride.

What about Mr. Eastland? Jupe asked. Does he stay here?

He can. He has his own trailer out there, and one apiece for the two stars, Rock Randall and Sue Stone. Uncle Jim rented them all of Jungle Land so they can stay if they want to. The gate is open and they come and go as they please. I dont check and neither does Jim.

But they could be here, Jupe said stubbornly. They could be snooping around your house at night and making George nervous.

Why would they be doing that, Jupe? asked Bob.

I cant think of any sensible reason, Bob, he said. All I say is the possibility exists.

Lets get on with the tour, fellows, said Mike. Come on down to the fence and then well circle around to the other side of the house.

As the boys approached the fence, the strange sounds from the scrap yard began again. The rhythmical crunching, grinding noises ebbed and then the wailing sound started. This time the boys were expecting the almost human shriek of the mechanism and remained calm.

Happy metal shredding! Bob said, holding his ears. Im surprised all your animals arent nervous wrecks!

Jupe looked at the fence gleaming in the moonlight. Metal stakes were pegged into the ground several yards apart, supporting a netting of wire links.

Does this fence run all the way along your property line, Mike? he asked.

Yes, Mike said. It continues north past the salvage yard. Then theres a big drainage ditch behind it which runs parallel the rest of the way. The fence is six feet high all the way, like it is here, and is strong enough to keep practically all our animals from escaping if they should happen to get loose.

The boys continued north along the fence and then began to cut back up the hill through trees and tall grass. Suddenly Pete stopped.

Whats up, Pete? Bob said.

The tall boy pointed unsteadily ahead.

Did you hear that? Pete whispered.

The sounds from the salvage yard had ceased for the moment, and the boys all stood still, listening hard.

Where, Pete? asked Jupe. What is it?

Pete pointed again. There.

They heard a rustling sound in the tall grass and then heavy breathing.

There! Pete whispered hoarsely again.

The others followed the line of his keen sight. As they stared into the jungle darkness, they saw a shadowy movement.

They froze, scarcely daring to breathe.

Something moved from behind a tree.

It came forward, moving in a peculiar way. Then they saw the dark head, swaying between hunched, shaggy shoulders.

Jim Hall had told them they would be in no particular danger. Somehow they could not believe it as the panting gorilla came closer!



12

Noises in the Night

Jupiter recovered his senses first.

Run! the stocky leader of The Three Investigators shouted. Ramble and scramble!

The three turned and ran. Mike hesitated, torn between flight and duty. He stared a moment longer at the oncoming gorilla. Red-rimmed eyes glowered at him from beneath the shaggy, beetling brows.

Jupe, glancing back, saw the situation. Run, Mike! He might be dangerous now!

The creature raised its long arms and bared yellow teeth. Mike, with a sharp intake of breath, wavered, then broke and ran to join the others.

The gorilla pounded its chest, veered, and disappeared into the high grass.

Whered he go? Bob called.

Hes in the grass. I think we scared him off, cried Mike. Come on  I think wed better head for the house.

Warily they circled the area, their hearts pounding. They were nearly at the crest of the incline when suddenly the grass parted in front of them. Too late, they saw the shaggy creature step out.

The boys stood frozen with fear. The hulking creature raised its heavy arms and opened its mouth. A strange sound issued from its throat.

Hit the ground! a voice called sharply.

As the boys dived to the side, they heard a dull, thudding sound. They looked up to see Jim Hall and the vet with his stun gun raised.

The gorilla swayed, a puzzled look on its dark face. Then it moaned and toppled heavily to the ground.

You boys all right? Hall asked. They nodded dumbly, still shaken. Nice shooting, Doc, he said.

The vet nodded without changing expression. He walked up quickly and stood over the fallen gorilla as it feebly moved its limbs.

Hes not hurt, he told the boys as they crowded round. It just takes a few seconds for the tranquillising drug to take effect. Then hell have a nice long sleep and well be able to get him back to his cage.

Looks like we circled back in time, Jim Hall said, frowning. Somebody sent us off on a wild goose chase to the canyon for nothing. He could have been hiding in the trees here all the time.

Who told you the gorilla was in the canyon? Jupe asked.

Jay Eastland, Hall said tersely.

Doc Dawson leaned over the inert simian. Hes out already, Jim. Give me a hand and we can lug him to the car.

Hall stooped and deftly roped the gorilla. He and Doc dragged the unconscious animal off. The boys followed as the two men hoisted it into the rear of the open jeep.

Where are you taking him now, Mr. Hall? Jupe asked.

Back to his cage. Lets hope he stays put this time.

Uncle Jim, Mike put in, Jupe noticed that one of the cage bars was missing. The ones next to it were bent, so thats how he got out.

Hall glanced keenly at Jupiter. Thats how it happened, all right. Sure looks like somebody is trying to sabotage us, doesnt it?

It would appear so, sir. But now Im wondering how you can put the gorilla back into that cage and expect him to stay there.

Thats easy, Hall said. Theres a man at work now replacing the missing bar and straightening the bent ones.

The jeep nosed out along the trail and Jupiter and the others followed at a dogtrot. Workmen were busy at the gorillas cage when they arrived at the house.

A large man with close-cropped hair turned to face them. His arms were thick and muscular, one of them heavily tattooed. He held a long hammer in one hamlike hand.

Shes all set now, he said to Jim Hall. He glanced at Doc Dawson. Got him already? That was fast work, Doc.

Jim Hall strode forward to the cage and the burly helper stepped aside. Hall put his weight against the cage bars, gripping them tightly and jerking his body from side to side.

Okay. That ought to hold him, Bo. Thanks. He turned to the jeep. Better give us a hand here with Kong.

Sure thing, the man said, tossing down his hammer.

Hold it a second! Doc Dawson said. I want to check out that cage myself. Ive got enough to do without running around day and night looking for lost animals.

The helper shrugged and grinned. Sure, Doc. You want us to lock you up inside and then see if you can get out?

Very funny, Jenkins, Dawson snapped.

He came forward and picked up the heavy hammer. He slowly tapped each bar on the empty cage. He bent forward attentively as if he were listening for a flaw in the metal. Then he grabbed the bars in his strong, weatherbeaten hands, tugging and twisting, applying pressure from all sides.

Satisfied? Bo Jenkins asked.

Seems okay, Doc Dawson growled. Those bars stand up to me all right, but then I dont have the strength of a gorilla. He looked at Bo Jenkins coldly. Reckon you dont either, Bo. But if youre taking Hank Mortons place here, you cant afford to make any mistakes!

Jim Hall turned to Doc Dawson. Bo is working out fine, Doc. Youre the one who told me he could take Hank Mortons place and do a good job, and Im satisfied so far. Why needle him?

Just want him to be on his toes, thats all, Dawson said gruffly. We dont want any more accidents around here. He stepped back to look at the empty gorilla cage again, and shook his head. Darned if I can figure out how that bar got removed. Id better check the panthers cage too.

Carrying the hammer, he walked abruptly to the cage opposite. The black cat leaped to its feet, hissing and snarling. The vet walked around the cage striking each of the bars in turn.

He appears to be checking for a metal fault, Jupe said to his friends. Ive heard of something called metal fatigue. Airplane parts are checked for that periodically.

With a hammer? Bob asked.

Jupe shrugged. Maybe Doc Dawson has his own method of detection. After all, he spends a lot of time with caged animals.

After several ringing blows, Doc Dawson stepped back and nodded as if satisfied. Okay, Jim, he said. Far as I can tell, the bars check out with equal resistance. No cracks or fissures, and theyre all securely in place. I guess you can put the gorilla back in now.

Jim Hall signalled the work crew, who lifted the still-slumbering gorilla into its cage. Hall slipped the ropes off, swung the cage door shut, and padlocked it.

Doc Dawson stepped into his jeep. Looks like youre all set now, Jim. Ive got a sick horse to look after at the corral. If you need me again, just holler.

Lets hope I dont, for a while, Doc. Thanks again for your help.

Put it on the bill! Dawson yelled. He waved and drove off.

Bob nudged Jupiter. More fun coming, he whispered. Here comes Jay Eastland.

The long station wagon roared up and the fat, bald-headed producer jumped out. Halls lips tightened.

Eastland strode up quickly and peered into the gorilla cage. So you got him finally, eh? Sure took you long enough, Hall. You had my crew scared out of their wits!

Yes, we got him, Jim Hall said slowly. We might have caught up with him sooner, but somebody gave us a wrong tip. It turned out he wasnt in the canyon area at all but right around here, down by the fence.

The producer shrugged. So what? I heard he was seen near the canyon and passed the word on to you. His voice rose. How do you expect me to shoot a movie if you cant keep your wild animals under lock and key? My actors are worried sick that any moment theyre going to be attacked by another one you let get away!

Im sorry, Eastland, Hall said quietly. Weve had a few accidents, but nothing serious has happened. Everythings fine now and under control. You can tell your actors not to worry. Go on back and shoot your movie and leave us alone. Youre only getting my animals stirred up and excited.

Eastlands face turned a mottled red. He backed up a few steps and shook his fist. Dont tell me what to do, Hall. Ive rented this place and  

Suddenly there was an ear-splitting snarl from behind him. Eastland turned in alarm. The black panther leaped forward, and Eastland screamed in terror as the big cat crashed against its cage bars and fell back snarling.

The producer looked ill. His face was white and his eyes rolled. Then he noticed Jupiter and his friends watching.

What are these kids doing here? he barked. What are you running  a sideshow?

Theyre here at my invitation, Eastland, said Jim Hall. Theyve a job to do for me here. Now, is anything else bothering you?

Eastland glowered. His chest rose and fell quickly. Just make sure your animals dont get loose again, or youll be sorry!

Head down, he stamped away.

As the station wagon roared off, Jupe looked after it, puzzled. That man certainly doesnt act like a movie producer, Pete. He acts  well  very unstable!

Pete smiled. Hes what they call a quickie producer in the trade, Jupe. Theyre hustlers, only interested in grinding out something fast and getting their money back even faster. If you ask me, Mr. Eastland has money problems. So what he does is holler and bully and bluster.

Speaking of noise, said Jupe, we havent heard the metal shredder for a while. Lets go back to the fence. I want to have another look round down there before we leave.

Id go with you, Jupe, but Ive a lot of chores to do around here yet, Mike said. Ill have to say good night.

Jupe glanced at his watch. Well have a quick look. And well try to come back tomorrow to continue our investigation.

With that, the stocky boy headed away from the house into the darkness. Pete and Bob shrugged and slowly followed.

Here goes, Bob said. Were off to test the sound barrier again. Remind me next time to bring along earmuffs.

Remind me next time to stay home, Pete said. Ive had enough excitement tonight with that gorilla chasing us.

They walked down the slope and soon caught up with Jupiter. He was crouching behind a tree near the bottom.

What   began Pete, stopping when Jupe held up his hand.

Putting his finger to his lips, Jupe motioned them towards him. Quietly they stooped and scuttled over.

The metal shredder was quiet, but something else wasnt. They heard a dull thud, then a clanking noise. Then a crackling sound.

In the salvage yard, Jupe whispered. Theres a man there. Tell me if he looks familiar.

Pete and Bob peered intently through the fence into the moonlit yard. Suddenly there was a flare as a man struck a match and held it to a cigarette. His sharp features were clearly seen.

Hatchet-Face! Pete whispered. The man who came to the junkyard!

Thats him, all right, Bob whispered. He said his name was Olsen, didnt he? Whats he doing here?

Listen, Jupe said.

They heard a crackling, sputtering sound.

The hatchet-faced man hunched over. Something dark glittered in his hand. His lips moved.

Again there was the sputtering sound.

Walkie-talkie, Jupe said. Hatchet-face is transmitting!



13

Pursued!

Come on, said Jupiter, I want to hear this.

He pointed diagonally ahead to a clump of eucalyptus trees right by the fence. Their low-hanging branches would give good cover if the boys could get under them unobserved. Cautiously Jupiter wriggled forward, practically on his stomach. Pete and Bob slithered after him. Soon they were safely under the trees, enveloped by darkness and the oily, medicinal smell of the eucalyptus leaves. The boys peered out and found themselves staring at Olsen barely twenty feet away.

A metallic sputter came from Olsens walkie-talkie. He bent to speak into it, and this time the boys could hear him clearly.

Come on over this way, Hatchet-Face ordered.

His walkie-talkie crackled. Okay, came the answer.

A dark figure was making his way slowly across the huge, disorderly pile of scrap. He held a walkie-talkie, too, with its long antenna extended.

The hatchet-faced man spoke. Any luck yet, Dobbsie?

The other shook his head as he slowly advanced, peering closely at the scrap metal under his feet. Not a thing, he said, his voice filtering through Olsens walkie-talkie.

Stay with it, Hatchet-Face said. It could be buried.

Olsen stooped and tossed an old mudguard aside. It fell with a dull clank. He repeated the action with a bumper and a radiator grill, scrutinised the area closely, and shook his head.

The other man drew closer, also lifting and discarding objects in his path. At last he came close enough to join Olsen. He was dressed like Olsen, in a dark business suit.

Both men pushed down their walkie-talkie antennas. Its like looking for a needle in a haystack, the other man complained wearily.

I know, Hatchet-Face said. But we cant take the risk of losing it now. Its too big a haul to let get away.

What about the other place?

The junkyard? Probably clean, but well have to keep an eye on it. The fat kid may be wise to something. Well get back to him later.

Jupe and his companions exchanged glances. He was the only fat kid they knew of connected with a junkyard. Jupe swallowed. He didnt like being called fat. And he liked even less the threat in Olsens last words.

The other grinned. His face was square and pale, centred by a flat, mashed nose under little beady eyes. What about the two new ones Hall just got in? Shouldnt we go for those?

Olsen shook his head. He reached into his pocket for a scrap of paper and looked closely at it. Not yet. It would be too risky and our birds might fly away. He tapped the paper. The information we got from Doras alarm spells it out for us. DOX ROX NOX EX REX BOX. Six Xs. It could be the cable code or else theyre talking about six hundred Ks. Thats about half a million dollars, Dobbsie  not bad, at all. Thats a lot of rocks.

The beady-eyed man shrugged. Sure it is, and we might blow the whole deal by waiting. Why dont we just move in on him?

Hatchet-Face replaced the paper in his pocket. We wait, he said firmly. Hell give us an opening. Somebody got careless tonight. If we can find the rocks first, well wrap them both up.

Okay. Youre running the show.

You bet. Im going up now to find out if Eastland has his finger in this. Hes desperate for money and maybe he let the gorilla out for his own reasons. Remember, hed have Hall on the hook for fifty grand if anything were to happen.

The other grinned and smacked his fists together. Id like a crack at Eastland. He ran me off the set.

Hatchet-Face laughed. He wont bother me. Okay, Dobbsie, we check tomorrow same time.

Olsen waved abruptly and turned away. The other moved off in the opposite direction, across the salvage yard.

Pete nudged Jupe and pointed along the wire fence. The section towards which Olsen was heading had been tampered with. Where earlier it had been erect, it now sagged nearly to the ground.

As they watched, the hatchet-faced man carefully stepped over the lowered wire. He found a metal post and pulled it up straight, raising the wire along with it. That done, he wheeled, dusted his hands, and headed up the slope in the direction of the Hall house. Darkness covered him as he moved into the jungle. His footsteps could be heard for a while longer, and then they faded into silence.

The Three Investigators waited and then slowly got to their feet. The salvage yard was quiet, as if closed down for the night. The beady-eyed man had disappeared from view, too. The boys started back up the hill.

Pete suddenly hissed a warning and they froze.

They heard a stealthy movement in the grass and, as their pulses quickened, the sound of soft footsteps. Peering into the darkness of the jungle, they backed off uncertainly.

A thick, shadowy shape detached itself from a tree and stepped towards them. With hearts leaping, the boys turned and ran. A hidden root caught Jupes foot and he fell heavily to the ground. His hand struck something hard and cold. He heard a growl behind him and grasped the hard object as he jumped to his feet. It was a length of metal pipe.

Pete grabbed Jupiters arm and started to pull him along. There was an angry bellow from the darkness, and they were suddenly caught in the gleam of a torch.

Heavy footsteps crashed through the undergrowth. Still holding on to his weapon, Jupe fled, propelled by Pete. Bob was just ahead of them, his feet flying across the slope. He lost his footing and as he fell, Jupe and Pete charged into him, carrying him up and along.

The torch beam stabbed at them again, and they heard a harsh voice yelling for them to stop. Instead, they ran faster.

Panting noisily, following Petes unerring sense of direction, the boys cut across the hillside. They burst out of the jungle on to the road to the Hall house. Just ahead was the gleaming Rolls-Royce. As they ran for it, its headlights flicked on.

Jupiter flung the door open and threw himself inside.

Quick! Step on it, Worthington!

Bob and Pete tumbled in beside him as the tall chauffeur calmly answered, Very good, Master Jones. The motor was already purring smoothly, and deftly he wheeled the big car round.

As they headed back for the exit gate, a man broke out of the jungle and leaped for the car. Worthington swerved instantly, and they had a brief glance at the contorted face of the man. He raised his fist and ran after them.

Wow! breathed Pete. Thats Bo Jenkins, the new animal helper.

Looking back through the glass, they saw Jenkins stop and shake his huge fist in a threatening gesture. It carried so much menace that they instinctively slumped low in the back seat of the car, although they were already safely away from their pursuer.

Pete jumped out as Worthington slowed down at the gate. He opened it, and after the car glided through, swung it closed again. Then Pete leaped back in and sat back, slowly shaking his head.

What was that all about? he asked.

Jupe had no reply. He could only scowl, puzzled as he gripped the weapon he had not used.

Pete, Bob, and Jupiter stood by the gates to The Jones Salvage Yard. Worthington had brought them back safely and had been thanked and dismissed.

Its late, Jupiter said, but I suggest we have a quick meeting. We have to put down what happened this evening between that man Olsen and the other, Dobbsie. It might contain clues we will need for solving this mystery.

He led the way swiftly into Headquarters, tossing the metal bar he had found at Jungle Land on to his work-bench before stooping to enter Tunnel Two. Inside, the boys clustered around the office desk, and Bob drew out his notebook.

I take it we can skip the last part with that big guy Jenkins chasing us, said Bob. There wasnt any mystery about that  he was just plain mad.

Well omit Bo Jenkins for the time being, Jupe agreed. I imagine he was merely patrolling the property. Perhaps he was within his rights to chase off trespassers who might disturb the animals.

I dont know about that, Pete protested. We werent exactly strangers there. He saw us earlier at the cage when Mr. Hall and Doc Dawson brought the escaped gorilla back. He could have acted a lot nicer about it, if you want my opinion.

True, Jupe said, but it was dark. Perhaps he didnt see us clearly, and thought we were just some kids who had broken in. Im inclined to give Bo Jenkins the benefit of the doubt. I suggest we ignore him and get to the discussion between Mr. Olsen and Mr. Dobbsie.

While Bob scribbled furiously, the boys reconstructed the conversation they had overheard and discussed what it might mean.

What could be right under their feet? asked Bob.

It must be small, Pete said. Because he also said it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Not necessarily small, Jupe said. It would be difficult to find something that looked like all the other junk in that heap.

Like what? asked Bob.

I dont know, Jupe said. But we have clues. Read back that part about rocks and Xs, Bob.

Okay, Bob said. It went something like this: The information from Doras alarm tells us. DOX ROX NOX EX REX BOX. I assume all those words end in X because of the next bit. Six Xs. Could be the code or six hundred Ks. Thats half a million dollars, Dobbsie. Thats a lot of rocks. 

More or less correct, I believe, said Jupe. Olsen also used the word cable. We dont know who Dora is or what her alarm is, but Doras message sounds like a cable. Its typical of what is called cablese  all the words are short and only important words are included. And, like many cables, this one seems to be in code. As a rule, parties who want to keep their business transactions secret establish a private code or cipher. Usually theres a key letter or word that lets them decipher each others messages easily.

Well, we dont have the key to the code, said Pete.

I dont think we need one, said Jupe. All those words probably end in X, as Bob said. But most of those words translate easily into plain English. The message can be read DOCKS ROCKS KNOCKS EX WRECKS BOX. He printed the decoded message for them on Bobs pad.

Great, said Pete. Whats that supposed to mean?

Im not sure, said Jupe, but Im getting an idea. He straightened up excitedly. I think ROCKS is the important word. Olsen said something was half a million dollars, and then he said that was a lot of rocks. Does that suggest anything to you?

Half a million dollars worth of rocks? asked Pete. Rocks out of the ground? Hows that possible? I mean, whod want it?

 Rocks has another meaning, Pete, Jupe said. Its also slang for money. Olsen and Dobbsie are looking for money! Half a million dollars! My guess is that Olsen and Dobbsie are involved in some crooked scheme. They sound like gangsters, and that much money sounds like somebodys loot!

Thats quite a guess, said Bob dubiously. But even if thats true, whats the rest of the message supposed to mean?

Jupe frowned. I dont know, Bob. Apparently it tells where to find the money. Maybe the rest of the conversation will give us some clues.

What about that part about wrapping them both up? Pete asked. Whos he talking about?

Bob read from his notes.  If we can find the rocks first, well wrap them both up. 

Jupe shook his head. They spoke about one man first. They said, Why dont we move in on him? Then later Hatchet-Face said, Hell give us an opening. Somebody got careless tonight. 

Who? asked Pete.

Bob looked over his notes. If being careless refers to letting the gorilla out, they think Eastland might have done it.

Jupe scowled. I dont see why he would take such a risk. Its true that according to the agreement Jim Hall would have to pay Eastland fifty thousand dollars as forfeit for an accident. But I dont think Eastland would be foolish enough to take such a chance. That gorilla was dangerous! Id sooner believe that Hank Morton was being spiteful again.

Fine, but that has nothing to do with rocks, said Bob. Were not getting anywhere.

Jupe tapped his fingers on the desk and thought awhile. Were forgetting the first thing we ever learned about Olsen, he said finally. He came here to the junkyard and wanted to buy cages. Then tonight he seemed to refer to me and the cages. Jupe winced as he remembered Olsens calling him the fat kid.

Maybe he thinks hell find his rocks in cages, said Pete sarcastically.

Dont laugh, said Jupe. Look! BOX in the cable might mean cage! WRECKS BOX means pull apart the cage and youll find the money!

Your cages are already wrecked, objected Pete, and Olsen didnt seem to think they were very valuable. He only offered you twenty dollars.

True, true, said Jupe. I cant explain that. But perhaps Olsens really looking for another cage.

Sure. In the scrap yard. Blending right in with the cars, said Pete. I think were all tired and just going round in circles.

Jupe stood up and stretched. Youre probably right, Pete. I suggest we quit for tonight. We havent come to any definite conclusions  but at least were sure of one thing.

Whats that? asked Bob.

Weve got a mystery to solve, said Jupe with satisfaction.



14

Bob Makes a Discovery

The next morning Bob came downstairs to breakfast more puzzled than ever. So much had happened the day before, and so little of it made any sense. He wondered if Jupiter wasnt grasping at straws in deducing the meaning of that crazy code.

Bob said good morning to his father, who grunted a reply from behind the morning newspaper. He was still on his first cup of coffee and obviously wasnt ready to talk to anyone yet. Bob looked around for something to read himself. He had read all the cereal boxes, so he turned to the stack of out-of-town newspapers lying on a nearby bookcase. His father, a newspaperman, frequently brought home papers from other parts of the country. He had explained to Bob that no one newspaper could carry all the news, and that he liked to see what stories other papers considered newsworthy.

Bob leafed idly through a paper, reading the comics and checking the headlines. He picked up another, and an article caught his eye. It was a UPI dispatch from Koster, South Africa. It read:


79-YEAR-OLD OPENS AFRICA DIAMOND RUSH

With a whoop belying his 79 years, Pieter Bester leaped into theair, snatched his claim certificate, and took off running.

While 3,000 spectators cheered, he opened what could be thelast official South African diamond rush, as 165 prospectors wereturned loose Wednesday on the Swartrand alluvial diamond field.

Veteran prospector Hendrik Swanpoel, 72, who discovered thediamond field, had his usual luck. While staking out the first ofhis claims on the site, he unearthed a 48.12-carat diamond whichhe sold later for $42,000.

I dont want to discourage anybody, Swanpoel said with a grin,but Ive already got most of the good stuff.

The article went on to give details of the government-sponsored diamond rush. The region was 75 miles northwest of Johannesburg, once known as the Land of the Diamonds. In the uproarious boom days of 1927 and 1928, the article continued, 150,000 diggers scooped $28 million worth of high-quality gems from the Grasfontein and Bakerville diggings 50 miles west. The rules were, hopeful prospectors had their names put into a hat, and only the lucky ones whose names were drawn were permitted to the starting line. Each one was allowed three 45-square-yard claims. Veterans of earlier rushes hired local athletes for the sprint, or after careful coaching, had their sons run for them.

Gosh! breathed Bob. Forty-two thousand dollars for one diamond! Thats a lot of money!

He turned the page and another news item caught his eye.


MAN INDICTED IN GEM CASE

Porto Ferraro, a former assistant to the Minister of Mines inKoster, South Africa, was indicted by a federal grand jury Tuesdayon charges of smuggling diamonds into the United States lastyear. He was arrested at Los Angeles International Airport.

Customs agents found on his person five packages of cut andpolished diamonds weighing a total of 659.14 carats, with a retailvalue of about $750,000. The two-count indictment chargesFerraro with smuggling and with failing to pay duty. Each countcarries a possible sentence of two years in jail and a fine of $5,000.

Wow! said Bob. Hed never known diamonds were worth that much money.

Whats that? said his father, putting down his newspaper and taking a sip of coffee.

I was just reading about diamonds, explained Bob. It says here that a 48-carat diamond sold for $42,000. Thats a lot of money! What is a carat, anyway?

Well, its a unit of weight used for gem stones. Its divided into 100 points, just the way a dollar is divided into 100 cents. A one-point diamond is very small. A 100-point, or one carat, diamond is a pretty good size.

How big would that 48-carat diamond be, then?

Very large, for a diamond. Lets see, there was a famous Indian diamond called The Sancy. It was about the size and shape of a peach stone and weighed 55 carats. Your 48-carat diamond would be slightly smaller.

How much would that weigh in pounds and ounces?

Here  Mr. Andrews pulled a reference book out of the bookcase and handed it to Bob  look up the table of weights and measures in this and see if you can figure it out.

Bob read that a carat was equal to 3.17 grains troy or 0.2 of a gram. A gram, the basic unit of weight in the metric system, equalled one twenty-eighth of an ounce. He scribbled some figures in his notebook and looked up in astonishment. Forty-eight carats are only about one-third of an ounce.

His father nodded. Yes, a carat is a very small unit of weight. You need a system with units that small when youre measuring such valuable things.

Okay, how much is a carat worth?

No fixed amount. But for a diamond, you can figure roughly about a thousand dollars to a carat, depending upon the quality and brilliance of the stone. That 48-carat diamond sold for $42,000, you said. The gem was therefore not quite perfect, or a lot was lost in cutting.

Cutting?

Mr. Andrews nodded. Size and quality are important, but you cant evaluate a diamond until its been cut into its usual 58 facets, and polished. Sometimes a lot is lost in the cutting process. You see, Bob, those found in diamond fields or mines are very rough stones, looking like ordinary rocks or pebbles  

Gosh! Bob cried. Excuse me, Dad! Thanks a lot  but Ive got to make a phone call!

Mr. Andrews smiled as his son dashed off for the phone. He was used to these abrupt endings to their conversations.

Bob quickly called Jupiter. Hey, Jupe, did you know that uncut diamonds look like ordinary little rocks? He went on to report what hed learned from the newspaper and his father. So maybe Olsen really is after rocks  diamonds!

Of course, of course! said Jupiter.  Rocks is also slang for jewels. Jupiter was silent for a moment. Good work, Records. Your information fits in very nicely with some further deductions I made this morning.

Now, can you come right over here? Mike Hall called. George is acting a scene for Jay Eastland today and hed like us to be there.

Sure, said Bob, but I thought you had to work today.

Uncle Titus decided to stay home and work in the yard, so Im not needed. Which is just as well. I have a strong feeling that things will continue to go wrong at Jungle Land until we solve its mystery. Meet me in Headquarters as soon as you can. Pete is already on his way.

Konrad has offered to take us to Jungle Land today, Jupe was saying. Weve only a few minutes to discuss a serious problem that has come up. If my conclusions are correct, it may direct our actions when we get there.

Bob looked at Pete, mystified. Whats going on?

Pete shrugged.

Jupiter announced importantly, On the basis of Bobs new information and my own deductions, I believe that the Hall brothers are involved in a smuggling racket!

What? Bob protested.

Jupiter continued, Cal Hall is shipping animals to his brother here. I think that under cover of those shipments hes also smuggling diamonds out of Africa.

Bob turned to Jupe. But diamonds come from South Africa, and Cal Hall is operating in Central Africa. Arent those two places a long way apart?

Mike told us that Cal Hall was in Rwanda for the mountain gorilla, Jupe said. But for this kind of work, he would travel all over Africa. And there are a lot of other countries in Africa besides South Africa that produce diamonds. The Congo, Ghana, the Ivory Coast, Liberia, Sierra Leone, the Republic of Central Africa  all export diamonds.

He picked an atlas off a shelf and turned to a page showing Africa. Heres a country in East Africa, not far from Rwanda. It used to be Tanganyika. See it? Right near Uganda and Kenya. Its called Tanzania now. It has diamond mines, too. Also, according to this atlas, the most abundant wild life is in East Africa. Cal has to get to the east coast to ship his animals, and he would naturally pass through Tanzania. If you note, theres a big coastal city. Thats the capital, Dar es Salaam.

Pete whistled. That sounds familiar. Get out your notes, Bob.

Bob whipped out his notebook and flipped to the page of the night before.  The information from Doras alarm tells us,  he read. He whistled. Doras alarm  Dar es Salaam  they sound pretty much the same.

We dont yet know why Olsen should have that cable message, Jupe said. But obviously Cal Hall sent it to his brother from the point of shipment, to let him know the diamonds were coming.

His eyes gleamed. The first word of the cable makes sense now. DOX, spelled d-o-c-k-s, refers to a landing pier for ships. The diamonds and the animals are being shipped from the docks.

Bob printed out the two forms of the cable message on a clean piece of paper.

DOX ROX NOX EX REX BOX

DOCKS ROCKS KNOCKS EX WRECKS BOX

We now think ROCKS means diamonds, and you think WRECKS BOX means to pull apart the cage, Bob said. What about the other words?

I havent figured out the third and fourth words yet, Jupe admitted. But I think I was also incorrect about WRECKS. We should have left it as R-E-X, because that way everything falls into place!

He paused significantly.

Cmon, Jupe! said Pete. Out with it!

Rex is the Latin word for king. The lion is the king of beasts. REX BOX could mean, in this instance, Georges cage! And George was shipped from Africa. I would say the message conclusively refers to smuggling diamonds into this country along with George and his cage. And, furthermore, I think the diamonds have become lost somehow, and whoever is looking for them is coming around too often  and making George nervous!

Pete nodded. Even an ordinary watchdog would be acting up if strangers were walking around at night near his house.

But Jim Hall is no stranger, Bob protested. And according to Jupe, hes part of the smuggling team.

No, Jim Hall wouldnt make George nervous. It would have to be somebody else.

Jay Eastland? said Pete. Hed get anybody upset.

Well, I suppose hes a possibility, said Jupe. But I cant see any connection at this point.

Pete snapped his fingers. Hank Morton! I bet hes involved! Remember, he might have let George out the other day. He could have done it so that he could get a look at Georges cage.

Youre forgetting George doesnt have his cage any more, said Jupe. Remember Mike told, us they got rid of it, and Jim allowed George to live in their house.

What about Olsen and Dobbsie? Bob asked. Where do they fit in? They seem to know what theyre looking for, and even where to look for it.

Olsen and Dobbsie are definite suspects, Jupe said firmly. They could be part of Jims gang.

Why are they looking in the scrap yard then? Pete demanded.

The diamonds could be lost there, Jupe said. Remember what the man said  it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Bob flipped through his notes again and read,  They lost it and well wrap them up when we find it. How do you explain that last part, Jupe? It doesnt sound like theyre working with the Halls.

Jupe pondered. Id forgotten that part. According to that, Olsen and Dobbsie are against Cal Hall and Jim. The term wrap them up suggests a threat, to me. Maybe Olsen and Dobbsie broke with the Hall brothers and are now trying to hijack the diamonds. Or perhaps theyre a rival gang with no connection to the Halls.

Gosh! Bob said. It all sounds complicated. I wonder if Mike knows anything about this.

I doubt it, said Jupe. And we must be careful not to accuse his Uncle Jim, whom he idolises, or his Uncle Cal, until weve made absolutely sure. Agreed?

Bob and Pete nodded. Jupe got up and stretched.

All right then. Konrad is waiting for us outside. Perhaps this trip will be the one in which we unravel the mystery at Jungle Land.

They walked to the exit glumly. They enjoyed solving mysteries, but solving this one seemed to entail making several people unhappy. Jupe bit his lip. He wondered how he would ever break the news to young Mike Hall.



15

Black Death

Mike was waiting for The Three Investigators at his house when Konrad dropped them off. He guided them along a trail that served as a short cut to the location of the Jay Eastland movie set. It was a natural jungle setting, a flat clearing bordered by giant trees and thick undergrowth. Large rocks were scattered on the north side at the foot of a short but steep cliff. A ledge jutted out of the cliff a little way above the ground.

The movie set hummed with activity. The work crew was busy setting up cables and tall reflectors for the lights, which were set on huge iron tripods. Eastland was to one side, talking to a group of actors and checking their various positions while a few men pushed the camera into range.

Bob looked at the bustling workers. Have they started yet?

Mike shook his head. Its been overcast all morning. But the suns coming out now and theyll start shooting any minute. George is in the first scene.

Did he have a peaceful night? Jupe asked. Or was he nervous again?

He slept fine, Mike said. He conked right out after Doc Dawson gave him the tranquilliser. A good thing, too, because that panther made a rumpus half the night.

Oh, no, groaned Pete. Dont tell me we have another mystery  a nervous panther!

I dont think so, Pete. He just needs to calm down from his trip and adjust to life here.

Hows Georges wound, Mike? asked Bob.

Just about healed. You can barely even notice where he was cut.

Mike pointed to the edge of the set. Jim Hall stood alone with the big lion at his side. He saw them and waved them over. The Three Investigators walked up, cautiously watching George. The tawny beast sat quietly, its yellow eyes staring into the distance. Its long tail flicked as Hall rubbed its ears.

Glad you could make it, boys, Jim Hall said. As you can see, George is in great shape today. Weve rehearsed his scene several times already, and he knows exactly what hes supposed to do. He glanced toward the busy producer-director. I hope Eastland gets going soon while George is still nice and relaxed.

The big lion yawned, exposing long ivory teeth. A dull rumbling sound came from its throat.

As The Three Investigators looked up apprehensively, Jim Hall smiled. Hes purring, boys. Thats a good sign. It means George is in a happy mood. He looked impatiently toward Eastland. Come on, lets go, he muttered.

The fat producer moved across the set towards the cliff, giving instructions in a loud fretful, voice. Over here with the camera, he ordered.

Eastland looked at a sheaf of notes. Well need to be on our toes for this scene. Its a quickie but we want to get it right the first time, understand?

No retakes makes it cheaper, Pete whispered in Jupes ear.

Eastland waved an actress and an actor over. Miss Stone, you and Rock Randall stand here. He pointed below the overhanging ledge. The lion will be up on the ledge, looking down. You two will have a scuffle. When Randall has his back to the ledge, the lion jumps on him. Is that clear? Any questions, Sue? No? You, Rock? All right, then.

Eastland turned to the cameraman. You hold on the scene as George jumps. Randall will try to fight him off, and theyll wrestle a few feet. Then Randall slumps to the ground, the lion paws him, and its all over.

We cut then to the next scene, which gives Hall a chance to come in and get his lion calmed down while we prepare the next setup with Sue. Hopefully, there wont be any trouble.

Jim Hall flushed. George understands what hes to do, Eastland. Just make sure Randall slumps to the ground and doesnt try to get up. If he does, George will knock him down again. There wont be any accidents.

The producer nodded with a smirk. We all hope not. He turned to the actor. I hope youve kept up your insurance policies, Rock.

The actor looked pale and frightened. Come on, Jay. Cut the comedy.

He moved nervously away and lit a cigarette.

Rock Randall looks awfully anxious, Jupe whispered to his friends. And Eastland isnt helping him any by suggesting he cant trust George.

Pete looked at the big lion sitting placidly near its owner. I dont blame Randall for looking nervous, he said. How can you expect to be jumped by a big lion and not be nervous?

But hes trained, Mike said. George wont hurt anybody. Hell only be pretending.

I thought Rock Randall was in a fight yesterday, said Bob. He doesnt look it.

Make-up, said Pete knowledgeably.

Eastland walked across to the actress. Well shoot your scene with George right after that one, Sue. Youll be asleep in your tent. George pokes his head in the opening and goes in. Hes just curious but you see him and wake up and scream. He opens his mouth and roars. Thats it. Okay? You dont do anything silly like jumping out and hitting him. You just sit up, pull the covers up, and scream. You got it?

The actress put her hand to her throat. Ive never worked with a lion before, Mr. Eastland. Are you sure hes safe?

Eastland smiled. He took a folded paper from his pocket and waved it. Thats what Jim Hall, his owner and trainer, says. Ive got the guarantee down here in black and white.

The actress turned away, visibly upset.

Pete touched Jupes shoulder and glanced away. Following his gaze Jupe saw the hatchet-faced man looking on from the edge of the set. He leaned forward to Mike. That man over there, Mike  do you know him?

The thin-faced man  yeah  his name is Dunlop. He does some kind of work for Mr. Eastland.

Dunlop? Are you sure? Not Olsen?

Its Dunlop, all right. Ive heard Eastland calling him that. I think hes some kind of technical expert on firearms.

Jupe glanced at Pete and Bob to see if they had overheard. They nodded. The man now identified as Dunlop walked casually away without looking back. Jupe frowned. He remembered that the night before the hatchet-faced man had threatened to return to The Jones Salvage Yard. Learning he was an expert on firearms made Jupe even less happy about it.

How about Hank Morton? Jupe asked. Have you seen him around again?

Mike grimaced. He wouldnt dare to show his face around here again. Were just lucky Doc Dawson got George in shape so fast for todays shooting.

Say, Mike, said Jupiter, what ever happened to Georges cage? Where did you get rid of it?

I dont know. I suppose it was thrown over the fence into the scrap yard. Thats where we throw most of our junk, and that cage was pretty old. Why?

Just curious, said Jupe.

Eastland suddenly snapped his fingers at Jim Hall. Okay, Hall. Were all set. Get your lion up there and ready for action.

Jim Hall nodded and tugged gently at Georges ear. Come on, boy, he said softly. Were putting you to work.

With George at his heels, he walked to the big rock formation. He stopped, leaned down, whispered, snapped his fingers, and pointed up to the ledge. George obeyed instantly and bounded lithely to the top. The lion stood there a moment, looking down majestically. It looked every bit its role of lord of the jungle, and Jupe and his friends gazed up at the animal admiringly.

Jim Hall whistled softly and gestured with his hand. The lion made a purring sound, then looked off into the distance, its long tail flicking restlessly.

Rock Randall and Sue Stone took their positions beneath the ledge. Eastland nodded. A man leaped forward. Ready for action, he shouted. Quiet on the set.

As all eyes focused on the impending action, Jupe caught his companions attention and jerked his head to the side. He moved off quietly. Bob and Pete hesitated a moment, and then reluctantly followed.

You picked a fine time to leave the set, Pete muttered when they were out of sight of the movie company. Just when we finally had a chance to watch George act.

Jupe shrugged. Georges act is what I am depending on. I hope he has everybodys attention. That gives us a chance to do some investigating on our own.

Where? asked Bob.

Jupe pointed ahead in the direction of Jim Halls house. Diamond country, he said.

Cautiously, the boys approached the white house. The new cages are around the other side, Jupe whispered. I want to look them over first. Its quite likely that other cages besides Georges are used for smuggling. Well have to move quietly and make certain that were not observed.

Bob looked surprised. Observed by whom, Jupe? Everybody was around the movie set.

Not everybody, Jupe said mysteriously.

Following Jupiters example, Bob and Pete waited at the corner of the Hall house, listening. Then, they quickly moved round to the side, crouching low under the windows.

The two cages were separated by the length of the house. They approached the first one and peered in. Were in luck, Bob said. The gorillas asleep.

The dark, shaggy form was huddled in a corner.

Whats so great about it? Pete asked. Are we going into its cage to look for smuggled diamonds?

Jupiter moved slowly around the cage, examining it closely. If diamonds are being smuggled in with these cages from Africa, how would it be done? Creating a false top or bottom seems a logical way, doesnt it?

Well, yes   Bob agreed. But can you tell just by looking?

No, it wouldnt be that obvious. The outside of this cage looks normal, the usual wood-frame roofing over the bars. But that seems too easy to get at. Ive an idea the inside would be the more likely place. But for us to examine that thoroughly, the gorilla would have to be out of its cage.

Pete sighed with relief. Thank goodness! I was afraid youd want us to get in there with him.

Jupiter had already turned away. Lets check the panthers cage, the stocky boy murmured. Possibly we can detect someth   He stopped suddenly and caught his breath.

Bob turned, puzzled. Whats wrong, Jupe?

Stay still! Jupe hissed. Dont make any sudden moves, and dont run!

Whats going on? asked Pete.

Look straight ahead, Jupe said shakily. The black panthers cage is open  and hes not in it!

The boys stared at the empty cage. Prickly chills went down their spines and turned their legs to jelly. Then, horrified, they heard the sound they were dreading. A savage, spitting snarl behind them!

Jupiter gulped. He stood at a slight angle from Bob and Pete, and his quick sideways glance was enough to shake him further.

H-hes up in the tree about twenty feet behind us, he whispered. We may have to take a chance and separate. Now when I count three  

Jupes voice faltered as he saw the tall grass ahead of him ripple. He gasped as it parted and he caught the glint of a rifle barrel. Incredibly, he saw the rifle slowly rise.

A harsh voice directed, Dont anybody move!

The boys held their breath as a man stepped slowly out. They recognized the grizzled vet, Doc Dawson.

The grey eyes of the vet squinted. He took a slow step forward, his finger tightening on the trigger.

Suddenly there was an unearthly, ear-splitting scream behind them. In the same instant, the gun went off.

The boys ducked as a great, soaring shape smacked to the ground with a sickening thud a few feet past them. The black body twitched once and was still.

Doc Dawson stepped forward, looking both angry and discouraged. His dusty boot kicked at the long, outstretched claws of the panther.

Lucky for all concerned Im a pretty good shot, he said.

Pete let his breath out. Is he  is he ?

Yep, hes dead as nails, sonny. That was a real bullet. Never thought Id have to kill one of Jims animals. The vet shook his head ruefully.

Jupe tried to take his eyes off the spreading red stain. Thanks, Dr Dawson, he said, swallowing hard. Then, How did he get out?

The vet shook his head. Its my fault, I reckon. I needed to check him over, so I gave him a tranquillising shot. I stepped away for a few minutes while I was waiting for the drug to take effect. Next thing I knew he was on his feet and out of his cage. For some reason, the drug didnt work. I ran back to the jeep to get my gun  the one I use for killer hawks.

Do you think somebody let the panther out? asked Jupe.

Whod do a crazy fool thing like that? countered the vet. Anybody who tried thatd likely get mauled. No, I expect the cage door just wasnt locked properly.

Might that drug you used have been tampered with? Weakened somehow by somebody?

The vet looked shrewdly at Jupiter. It could have happened that way, son. I leave my medical kit around a lot. Never saw no reason to distrust anybody here. He shook his head. It sure beats me. Appears as if somebody sure has it in for Jim Hall. The shame of it is hes such a real nice fellow.

Pete leaned over the panther. I guess you had to shoot to kill then, didnt you?

Thats right, son. That baby might look like an overgrown pussy cat to you boys, but take it from me he was a real mean killer. If hed got away, theres no telling what might have happened. He cocked his head and addressed the boys in a sharper tone. What are you boys doing up this way, anyhow? Jim told me youd be over at the movie set today watching George acting in the movie.

We were there, Jupe started lamely, but then  we thought wed look around.

Dawson eyed Jupe and Bob and Pete in turn. Jim told me you fellers were investigators. He smiled thinly. Find out anything yet?

Jupe shook his head. No, sir. Were still confused.

Cant say I blame you, the vet said. Lots of confusing things happening round here lately. Things that dont make no sense at all. Want to hear one of the most confusing things about it?

The boys looked at him questioningly.

Doc Dawson put a small cigar in his mouth, spat, put a match to it, inhaled smoke, and spat again. Then he levelled the thin cigar at them. Ill tell you, then, he said. Every time you kids show up here, another animal breaks loose. Think it over. Am I right?

The boys looked at one another.

Dawson broke the spell by laughing sourly. Im right, he said.

He kicked at the body of the black panther. Ill be right back for this baby, he said. In the meantime, boys, I got some good advice for you  

Whats that, sir? asked Bob.

Watch yourselves at all times, the vet said curtly.

He turned on his heels and walked away. In a moment he had disappeared into the tall, waving grass.



16

Iron Bars

As soon as Doc Dawson walked away from the dead panther, Jupiter led the other investigators down the hill to the fence by the salvage yard. The boys looked over at the huge spread of scrap iron, covering several acres. Workmen could be seen here and there.

What are we doing here? Pete asked.

Were looking for the smuggled diamonds, Jupe replied. And were looking for Georges old cage.

You think those diamonds are still in Georges cage? asked Bob.

I doubt it, said Jupe. That cage has been around a long time. But we might get some ideas if we could find it.

But, Jupe, complained Pete, if the diamonds arent in the cage, what are they in? What do we look for? A little paper bag?

Jupe scowled. Frankly, Pete, I dont know what the diamonds would be in. I dont think Olsen or Dobbsie know either, or they would have found them by now.

Olsen and Dobbsie looked all over this place last night and didnt find anything, said Bob. What makes you think well have better luck?

Its daylight, said Jupe. That should give us an advantage.

Craziest thing I ever heard of, muttered Pete.

A workman who had been near the fence moved away, leaving the area clear. Lets go, said Jupe.

The boys found the section of fence that had been pulled out of line the night before. It was an easy matter to loosen the metal upright again, and the wire netting with it. Seconds later, they had crawled into the middle of a junk pile that seemed to contain all the abandoned automobiles in the state.

Heavy clanking noises began on the other side of the salvage yard, punctuated by shrill whining sounds.

Lets see how that metal shredder works, Jupe said.

He pointed to a huge crane. It was several hundred yards away, operating at the opposite end of the yard. As they watched, they saw a tiny figure in the cranehouse shift a gear. There was a complaining whine. A huge metal claw came up from behind a mound holding an old car.

The operator shifted a lever and the cranehouse swivelled to one side. Whining, the metal claw swung over the assorted debris of the yard. It stopped, causing the car to sway dangerously, and then lowered abruptly. The claw opened and the car dropped, landing with a heavy clank. Immediately there was a whup-whup-whup sound and the car jolted crazily forward.

Conveyor belt, Pete said, standing on a pile of junk. Its taking the car right into that shed.

The conveyor belt was a series of flat cars moving forward in steady jerks. When the old car disappeared into the mouth of the shed, the belt halted temporarily.

There was a shrill, screaming sound from the shed, a rising whine that blasted the air and threatened their eardrums with its intensity.

Metal shredder at work, observed Jupe.

Ugh! said Pete. It sounds as if the car is being eaten alive!

The crane had swivelled again. Once more the huge claw rose in the air, swaying until it had seemingly found its prey. Then, with a whine, it pounced on another derelict car. Once more it fed the car into the shed.

Jupe turned away. Okay. Now we know how it works. Lets get back to our own mystery.

The boys poked around for a while, without any luck.

Maybe Id do a better job if I knew what to look for, said Pete, kicking a piece of junk.

Hold it, Pete, Jupe cried. Whats that?

He ran over and picked it up carefully.

It looks like a cage, Bob said. Or maybe something that once was a cage.

How can you call it a cage? Pete demanded. It doesnt have any bars. It looks like a broken old box.

Perhaps the metal shredder has already processed it, said Jupe. If you recall, the shredder selects metal from objects and discards the rest.

Uh-Uh, Pete said as he dived off the pile. He came up grinning, holding a long, black iron bar. That metal shredder is a fake, he said. It cant tell iron from anything. What do you call this?

Jupe was so pleased, he almost shouted with joy. Good work, Pete! That might be what were looking for. Let me see it, please.

Pete handed the bar over and Jupe promptly dropped it.

Butterfingers! Pete scoffed.

No, I didnt expect   Jupe bent to pick up the bar again. Thats odd, he said. It feels heavy.

Of course its heavy, Pete said. Why do you think I was complaining the other day when we had to unload a ton of these from your uncles truck?

Jupe stared down at the bar, his eyes gleaming thoughtfully. I didnt notice. Im certain the other one I had was  

He stopped, his mouth open.

Whats wrong, Jupe? asked Bob.

N-nothing, Jupe said. He slung the bar across his shoulder. Quick! Weve got to get back to our junkyard at once!

But why? Pete protested. If youre so happy with one iron bar, how do you know I cant find more?

Because, Jupiter stated as he moved away, there arent too many that bear the specifications I have in mind.

Such as what? Pete demanded.

Such as containing smuggled diamonds, Jupiter answered, heading rapidly for the wire fence.

They didnt have too long to wait for Konrad to pick them up on his return trip from nearby Chatwick. On the ride home, Jupiter refused to be drawn into conversation. Instead, pinching his lower lip, he stared out of the window, nodding to himself several times as if to confirm certain inner convictions. Bob and Pete were accustomed to their leaders temporary fits of silence and knew he wouldnt explain himself until he was ready.

Once at the yard, Jupe hurried to his workshop. He stopped at the workbench  and cried out in dismay.

Its gone!

Whats gone? asked Bob.

The iron bar I picked up last night when Bo Jenkins chased us. He ran over to the junk pile hiding Headquarters and returned, looking puzzled. The first bar I had has disappeared, too.

Whats this all about? asked Pete.

Jupe shook his head impatiently. Ill tell you later. Come on, I have to find Uncle Titus. Maybe he knows something.

Uncle Titus was across the street at the Jones house, sitting and smoking his pipe. He nodded contentedly as the three boys approached.

Howdy, boys, he said pleasantly. Have a good time today?

Pretty good, Uncle Titus, Jupe began. I wanted to ask  

We did pretty good here, too, interrupted his uncle. Yes, sirree, had a good spell of business.

What did you sell, Uncle Titus  some iron bars?

His uncle rocked and nodded. Right smart of you to guess, Jupe. Yes, sir, we did just that. Hans and your aunt scoured the yard for all we had. We needed them, you see, he added with a wink.

What for, Mr. Jones? asked Bob.

What for? To make cages, of course. Told you the other day we were going to, didnt I, Jupiter? Well, today Hans and me started to work on them, and then this feller comes in. His problem is he needs some big animal cages  and he needs em bad. Some kind of an emergency, I figure, where you suddenly need a lot of cages.

Well, sir, I had to think fast. Ysee, we meant to fix em all up but we were still a few bars shy.

Jupe felt sick inside. Was it that man who was here the other day? The one called Olsen?

Not that feller. Another chap. Very likeable sort of man. Truth is, Jupe, even though I had my mind made up to save those cages for a circus, this chaps work was close enough to help me change my mind.

It was? Jupe repeated dully.

Titus Jones nodded, drew deeply on his pipe, and blew smoke. He finally went on. Well, on account of him being such a nice chap and worried so, needing em so bad, I decided to co-operate. We all worked like the dickens fixing the cages and hunting for bars. Now your aunt saw you drop a bar near your workshop  that was the other day  and she picked that one up.

Oh, Aunt Mathilda did? Jupiter groaned.

His uncle nodded. A good thing, too. We were still one bar too little even with that, until Hans found another one on your workbench, Jupe. We figured you had no earthly use for it. Bars and junk like that come in here all the time, you know, and youre always welcome to what you want  providing we dont need it for a customer. Right?

Jupe nodded dumbly.

His uncle smacked the dottle from his pipe. Well, that feller couldnt believe his eyes when we showed him we had the four cages all ready to go. Paid me a hundred dollars apiece, without my even painting em up. Said his animals would feel at home in em just like they were.

You got those cages over in the Chatwick Valley, didnt you, Uncle Titus.

Yep. At a big scrap yard. They didnt care about cages. Their main business was in junked cars. Had a terrific machine to eat em up. Made a racket, it did.

Jupe gestured helplessly, his worst suspicions confirmed.

As Mr. Jones stretched and stood up to leave, Jupiter had only one more question. This man with the animals, Uncle Titus  the one you sold the cages to  did you get his name?

His uncle smiled benevolently. Of course I did. Easy one to remember, too. He squinted into the distance to remember the easy name. It was, lemme see  yep, Hall. That was his name, all right. Jim Hall.

Jupiter stared at his friends.



17

Jupiter Explains

A call to the Rent-n-Ride Auto Agency found Worthington available soon for another trip to Jungle Land. While waiting for him to arrive, the boys gobbled some lunch in Aunt Mathildas kitchen.

All right, Jupe, said Bob as the boys settled into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. Its about time you explained whats going on.

Its very simple, said Jupe. The diamonds are being smuggled by the Hall brothers in iron bars.

Are you feeling all right, Jupe? Pete asked. That iron bar I picked up at the scrap yard and handed you  are you talking about that kind of bar?

Jupe nodded.

But that bar was solid iron, Pete said. How can you smuggle diamonds in something like that?

You cant, Jupe said. But you can smuggle diamonds in a hollow bar. Remember I told you that your iron bar felt different? Well, it was. It was a lot heavier than the one I picked up last night when Bo Jenkins was after us. And it was a lot heavier than the bar I put aside when we were unloading Uncle Tituss truck. It was so much heavier that suddenly everything clicked.

I knew that I had hollow cage bars, and that Uncle Titus must have bought his bars and cages at the scrap yard where Jim Hall had tossed Georges cage and probably others, too.

But how did you know that the two bars you had contained diamonds? asked Bob.

Well, I didnt know for sure, said Jupe, until I heard that Jim Hall had bought the cages from Uncle Titus. He never would have returned for them if the smuggled diamonds werent still in them. Its just my bad luck that I had the bars and then lost them. I still dont know why he waited so long.

Pete looked puzzled. I dont get it. If he knew the diamonds were in the cages, why did he discard them in the first place?

Perhaps the heat was on, Jupe said. He couldnt afford to have them traced to his property. My guess is he dumped them over the fence at the scrap yard as a temporary measure, thinking theyd be safe there and he could pick them apart later. But somehow they got mixed up with a lot of other junk there, and my Uncle Titus bought them from the yard owners, along with all the long bars and railings.

Thats possible, said Bob. Mr. Hall could have then asked the yard owners who bought the junk and traced it to your uncles junkyard. Olsen and Dobbsie must have known about the bars, too. Now that I think of it, Olsen first asked for bars when he came to your uncles yard. Remember?

Jupe nodded.

I wonder if one of those men was the mystery buyer, added Bob.

Mystery buyer? asked Pete.

Yes, the customer who bought the pile of bars and railings from Mrs. Jones when we were making our first visit to Jungle Land. Those bars might have had diamonds in them, too.

Naw, said Pete. Those bars were awfully heavy  dont forget I was the one who carried them. And they were much longer than all the cage bars weve ever seen.

Im inclined to agree with Pete, said Jupe. I dont think it matters who bought those bars. It was probably an innocent customer. And, if it wasnt  well, Olsen and Jim Hall both showed up at our yard later, so they couldnt have found the diamonds earlier.

Hey, Jupe, said Pete. What about that bar you found last night? Where did that come from?

That one could have got loose and fallen out of a cage when Jim Hall was dumping it into the scrap yard. I wish I knew how many cages were involved here. We know what to look for now, but we dont know how much to look for.

All those bars look alike, Bob put in. How can anybody tell which is which? When the cages arrive, theyre all in place. How would Jim Hall know which bars have the diamonds his brother Cal inserted?

Jupe smiled mysteriously. Theres a way of knowing.

Bob and Pete looked at him sourly. They knew from past experience that Jupiter would never divulge the last remaining secret to a mystery until the last possible moment.

Bob frowned. We still havent solved the mystery we were called in to investigate, he said. Who is making Jim Halls lion nervous? And if Mr. Hall is tied in with the diamond smuggling, whos letting his wild animals escape from their cages? He might lose Jungle Land if theres an accident.

Well know the answer to that when we put all the loose ends together, Jupe said. Its possible Jim Hall himself let George out when we got there the first time, as a diversion. He might have let the gorilla loose, too, and pretended to go off looking for him. If you recall, he came right back to where the gorilla really was pretty fast.

Bringing Doc Dawson and his stun gun and saving our lives! Pete said. I wont hold that against him.

What about this morning? Bob asked. Jim Hall was on the movie set with George. He couldnt have slipped away to let the black panther out, could he? And have Doc Dawson cover up for him and say it was his own fault?

Its possible, Jupe said thoughtfully. Doc Dawson might have an idea of what Jim Hall is up to. He might be trying to cover up for him and maybe to protect Mike, as well. Doc Dawson always seems to turn up when hes needed. That suggests to me that he is aware of the situation, and able to anticipate just what is going to happen next.

Soon the Rolls-Royce was entering Jungle Land.

Drop us at the foot of the hill leading to the Halls house, Worthington, ordered Jupe. I think that we should arrive discreetly.

The boys walked up to the quiet white house on the hill. As they came close, they stopped to listen.

Not a sound, Pete whispered. Maybe hes already found the diamonds and cleared out.

Jupe pushed his lower lip out. Well have to go in, anyway. We owe it to Mike to explain.

Bob and Pete nodded agreement. Jupe took a step forward and stopped.

Whats wrong? whispered Bob.

I thought I heard something, Jupe said. Maybe wed better check the cage area before we go in.

He turned and the others followed him into the shadows of the clearing.

Seems quiet, Jupe said. I dont see  

He was interrupted as something heavy was thrown over his head. Bob and Pete were caught the same way. The boys were grasped by strong hands. Their cries were muffled, and although they struggled and kicked, they could not get away from their surprise attackers. Helpless, they were carried along in total darkness.



18

Trapped!

Covered by a heavy blanket, The Three Investigators were unable to make out the voices of their abductors. They were bouncing as if they were being carried over rough terrain. One of their carriers stumbled and complained loudly. Another voice curtly cut him off.

The caravan halted. Ropes were lashed round them. They felt themselves being lifted again and then heaved headlong on to a springy surface. A heavy door thunked shut.

That oughta keep em out of the way, a voice said.

They heard receding footsteps and then silence. They struggled to straighten themselves, pausing as they heard another sound.

Whup-whup-whup  pp!

They felt themselves being jerked forward, then rocked back abruptly. There was a whining sound and a heavy crunch as if something had grabbed them from both sides. The whining sound became a groan. Suddenly they felt the odd sensation of being lifted.

Goodness! Bob exclaimed. Are we riding in something?

Apparently, Jupe said. And I dont like the sound of it. Wed better work fast. Try to slip the blanket off first. That way we wont suffocate, and we may be able to see where we are  and be heard!

Following Jupes directions, they pushed and pulled in turn. Gradually the heavy blanket over them was tugged down.

Use your fingers, Jupe urged. Keep pulling down and rolling the blanket under you.

They struggled to get free, their hearts thumping wildly as they heard the menacing sounds all around them. Something chattered and roared beneath them, and from above they heard groaning, creaking sounds that sent chills down their spines.

Suddenly they were rocking in a wide swinging arc.

Its the claw! Pete yelled.

In a last convulsive movement the boys jerked the blanket down from their heads.

They gasped.

Straight ahead they saw nothing but the sky.

Far below was the spread of junked cars in the scrap yard.

At either side were the huge metal talons of the giant claw, gripping the old car that they rode in. They were trapped in the air  and headed for the metal shredder! They began to yell for help, but the huge machine in the shed below started to chatter and scream, roaring out a series of deafening sounds.

Pete shook his head. No chance! We cant compete with that monster. Not even if we yell our heads off!

Apparently the crane operator cant see us either, Jupe cried. Weve got to get out of these ropes so we can attract his attention!

They struggled and rocked but the ropes held tight.

They heard a shrill whistle. Abruptly the giant claw dropped. Then, with a sickening lurch, they were falling to the ground.

They bounced as they hit. Almost immediately, they were jerked forward. They stopped, rocked, and were jerked forward again.

Were on the conveyor belt now! Jupe said. We dont have much time. Come on  the metal shredding process takes place right ahead!

Again they struggled, but it was to no avail.

Relentlessly the conveyor belt advanced.

They yelled again, but their voices sounded puny in the yards roar. Kick the doors! Jupe yelled. Maybe we can knock them open.

They tried to obey but their efforts were futile. The ropes lashed around them were too tight. Tied together as they were, they were unable to use their legs. They thrashed about uselessly, and fell back, exhausted.

Its no use! Pete gasped. Our only hope is that somebody working the metal shredder inside sees us in time.

I doubt that, Jupe said. A processing machine like this is usually run by a computer. Its not a question of our not being metal. The car were in is! The selective scanner couldnt possibly reject us until it was too late!

Youre not kidding, a voice said.

They stared incredulously into the cold eyes of the hatchet-faced man!


* * *

Get the door on the other side, Dobbsie, Hatchet-Face said.

Surprisingly, his touch was gentle, although they felt the strength in his hands as he lifted them out. As they rolled on the ground, the car they had been riding in jerked forward.

Staring wide-eyed, they saw it disappear into the shed, to be lost in a cloud of steam. Heavy clanking sounds reverberated and the machine inside screamed.

Jupe turned with a tremendous sigh of relief to the two men. His expression changed suddenly.

Dobbsie was holding a long-bladed knife!

Be reasonable! Hatchet-Face said cajolingly. We have to cut those ropes off you kids, dont we?

Jupe nodded dumbly. He looked at Bob and Pete. They returned his mystified glance.

The beady-eyed man bent and slashed deftly with his knife. In a moment they were free.

As they rubbed their arms and legs to regain circulation, the hatchet-faced man looked down coldly at them. Looks as if we got here just in time, he rasped. What happened?

Somebody threw a blanket over us, tied us up, and threw us in a car, said Jupe. I dont know if we were intended for the metal shredder, or not. Were grateful to you for preventing us having to find out.

Any idea who did it?

Jupe shook his head. It happened too fast. We were rounding the corner of Jim Halls house   He stopped abruptly and glanced at the men. How did you know we were trapped in the car?

The hatchet-faced man sighed and looked over Jupes head at the other man. We happened to be in the yard. Dobbsie here thought he saw a moving kicking bundle being thrown into a car at the far end. Thats a bit unusual, so we went to investigate. Whoever did it ran off before we could get over. Then the claw got you and dumped you on the conveyor track. We couldnt get the crane operators attention or stop the belt moving. So we had to do it the hard way and drag you out ourselves.

Pete shivered. I cant believe he would have done that to us. I just cant believe it!

Who, kid? asked the hatchet-faced man. And what do you kids know thats so dangerous somebody nearly had you killed because of it?

Jupe lifted his head. Were conducting an investigation, he said. We have our suspicions but were not at liberty yet to divulge any names.

The hatchet-faced man grinned. Oh, youre not, eh? Maybe we should have kept out of it and let you continue your investigations   he pointed to the throbbing shed   in there!

Jupe cocked his head. As a matter of fact, he said, both the actions of you and your friend have aroused our suspicions, too. But I dont suppose you have anything to do with the diamond smuggling, or else you wouldnt have rescued us.

Hatchet-Face looked at Dobbsie. Whatd I tell you? The kid is wise to the operation! He looked down and laughed at Jupe. I suppose you can tell us where they are, too.

I suppose I can, Jupe said slowly. But I wont.

Hatchet-Face jerked his head at the other man. Come on, Dobbsie. Were wasting time. While were here yakking, they could be getting away.

The beady-eyed man with the mashed nose came close to Jupe and raised a warning finger. This is big time stuff, feller  not for kids. Watch yourselves!

The menace in his powerful frame was unmistakable. He wheeled away to join his swift-moving companion, leaving The Three Investigators with a warning they could not afford to ignore!



19

In the Bag

Young Mike Hall looked surprised when he threw the door open. Jupe! Hi, fellows! Cmon in. We didnt expect you back today.

I know, Jupe said as he entered the house. Have Mr. Olsen  the man you called Dunlop  and another man been here?

Mike shook his head. No, why?

Jupe frowned. He wondered where they were. I suppose your Uncle Jim is out, isnt he?

Mike shook his head again. What gave you that idea? Hes in the back room with George, resting. Wait a second. Ill call him.

As he walked off, Jupe looked at Bob and Pete.

It beats me, too, Pete said. I was sure they were heading here.

Maybe theyre off looking for the cages, Bob said.

A cheery voice interrupted. What cages?

Your old cages, Mr. Hall, Jupe said.

Jim Hall looked surprised. What are you driving at?

You ought to know, Mr. Hall, Jupe said. Youre the one who bought back Georges old cage, along with the other three, from my Uncle Titus.

Halls face looked blank. I  what?

You bought back the cages, and took them away, Bob put in. The ones with the bars that hold the smuggled diamonds.

Jim Hall looked from one boy to the other with a dumbfounded expression. Okay, he said. Now you tell me. Maybe Im not hearing so well today.

Pete shuffled his feet and look uncomfortable. But I guess you didnt have anything to do with shanghaiing us and dropping us off at the metal shredder?

Hall shook his head dumbly and turned to Mike. What are your friends talking about?

I dont know, Mike said.

You told us you had a problem, Bob said. It was a mystery and you wanted our help. Who was making George nervous? Or what? But it turns out the mystery is how your brother Cal ships you diamonds from Africa, along with some animals. Some of the cage bars with the diamonds in them got lost somehow and thats why you had to buy the cages back from Jupes Uncle Titus earlier today.

Youre crazy! Mike burst in. Ive been with Jim every minute since early this morning. He hasnt stepped out of Jungle Land once today!

Jupe looked up at Jim Hall. You didnt?

Hall shook his head.

My Uncle Titus said he sold the cages to a man named Jim Hall. Im sorry I didnt ask him to describe the man. I think I can guess now who it was  

Dobbsie? asked Bob.

Its possible, Jupe said. Uncle Titus said it wasnt Olsen-Dunlop. It could have been Dobbsie. He looked up at Jim Hall again. You dont know anything about any diamonds?

I dont even know what youre talking about, said Hall.

Why did you get rid of Georges cage?

Hall shrugged. It seemed wrong to keep him locked up in a cage when I was trying to train him with love and kindness. I felt we were losing touch every time I had to lock him inside again. Once Mike came to stay with us, I decided George had to be proven trustworthy. I got rid of the cage, had it thrown over the fence into the scrap yard, and that was the end of it. George became a regular member of the household, just like Mike and myself.

But you kept the cage outside your house for a while after George moved in, didnt you? Jupe persisted.

Yes, until recently. I made up my mind to get rid of it completely when Jay Eastland came along and wanted to hire George for his movie. I didnt want him to get the idea George was still a wild animal. From that point on, Jay Eastland saw George only as a well-trained housepet.

Jupe looked rueful. I owe you an apology, Mr. Hall. It appears all my deductions and assumptions have proven false.

We all make mistakes, Jupe. Maybe its time you told me what this is all about.

Jupe explained from the beginning, starting with the arrival of the cages in The Jones Salvage Yard, and then the man named Olsen. Mike says he works for Mr. Eastland and is called Dunlop. But he told us his name was Olsen. A thin, hatchet-faced, light-haired man.

I dont know him but I think Ive seen him around the set, said Hall.

He was looking over the scrap heap last night, Bob said. Along with a man he called Dobbsie. They talked a lot about the smuggled diamonds. We couldnt figure out if they were part of a gang or what. Theyre the same two who rescued us a while ago when we were on our way into the metal shredder!

Jim Hall listened carefully. When they had finished telling all they knew, he shook his head. Im sorry, boys, but I dont understand a single part of what youve said. Maybe its true that these goings on made George upset and nervous. Maybe its true that somehow diamonds are being smuggled in here. But Ill tell you one thing you can bet on, he added, his eyes flashing. My brother Cal wouldnt have a thing to do with anything crooked!

Jupe nodded and thought a minute. Can you tell us what other cages youve discarded over the past few months? he asked.

We threw out two or three old cages a year ago, Jim Hall said. But the only one lately was Georges.

Apparently that was the start of it, then, Jupe said thoughtfully. Abruptly he asked, How is George feeling today?

Jim Hall smiled. First rate. He did a good job on the movie set this morning and hes been fine ever since. Hes inside snoozing now. Doc Dawson was here and gave him a tranquilliser.

Jupe motioned to his companions. Well, wed better be going. We still have some work to do, fellows.

Mike Hall opened the door. Come on back again when you can, he said. Im sure Jim doesnt blame you  

He should, Jupe said severely. I had no business making an accusation before I had sufficient evidence. I owe you both an apology, Mike.

As Jupe went out, his foot caught on the threshold of the door and he stumbled across the porch. He grabbed for the porch post, yelled, and yanked his hand away.

Oww! he cried. He looked down at the drop of blood on his finger. I just caught my finger on a splinter.

Gosh, Im sorry, Jupe, Mike said. Come on inside. Well find a Band-Aid for you.

Its okay, Jupe said sheepishly as he went back in the door. He sucked his finger. Just a little cut.

Mike snapped his fingers suddenly and pointed. I was about to say its too bad Doc Dawson isnt around to fix you up. Lookhe forgot his medical kit.

Jupe looked at the worn, black leather bag sitting on a chair. Would he mind if I helped myself to a bandage?

Are you kidding? Mike said. Thats what its for  emergencies. Help yourself.

Jupe opened the bag and reached inside for a roll of gauze wrapped neatly in blue paper. Holding it awkwardly, he fumbled with the protective cover. A small yellow piece of paper fluttered out.

Mike picked it up. Looks like you dropped one of Docs prescriptions, Jupe. Here, better put it back.

Jupe glanced at it automatically as it was handed to him. His lips moved wordlessly and he stared at it pop-eyed.

What is it, Jupe? asked Bob.

Jupe shook his head and looked at the scrap of paper again. I cant believe it, he said slowly. Then he sighed a long sigh. But, of course. Now the whole thing begins to make sense.

What cant you believe? asked Pete. What makes sense?

Jupe held out the scrap of torn paper. Read it yourself.

They stared at the paper in Jupes hand. It read:

DOX ROX NOX EX REX BOX

Mike looked mystified. What does it mean?

It means a man we never suspected is behind it all, Jupe said. He shook his head ruefully. Its all perfectly clear now.

What are you trying to tell us now, Jupe? asked Jim Hall.

You wont like it, Jupe said. Its Doc Dawson.

Jim Hall smiled thinly. I dont think you know what youre talking about, son. Docs an old friend. Let me see that piece of paper.

As he held out his hand, the front door opened.

A burly figure stood there. Head close-shaven, arm tattooed. I came to pick up Docs bag, he said. He forgot it here.

His eyes narrowed as he saw the open medical bag, and then the small slip of yellow paper in Jupes hand. His lips twisted angrily. Ill take that, you snooping kid! he roared.

Before Jupe could move, Bo Jenkins had snatched the paper from his hand. He crumpled it in his huge fist and reached for the leather bag.

Jim Hall spoke up mildly. Hold it just a second, Bo. Theres something going on here and  

Jenkins made a sudden movement and pulled out a gun. Stay out of it, Hall, if you know whats good for you. We got it all now and nothins stopping us.

Jupe gulped. Youre the man who bought all the cages from my uncle  and gave Jim Halls name!

Jenkins grinned. Wise apple, huh?

Jim Hall whistled softly as the animal handler grabbed the black bag.

Heavy, padding steps sounded across the room. An ominous rumbling made Jenkins turn and stare. His jaw sagged and he paled.

A large, yellow-eyed lion stood there, head down and long tail twitching restlessly. The growling continued.

Instantly Jupe leaned against the door, closing it.

Jenkins whirled again at the sound, his gun jerking.

Forget it, Jenkins, Jim Hall said calmly. Youre not going anyplace. One more step and George will have you for dinner. Hall turned to the lion. Wont you, George?

The lion slowly opened its cavernous mouth and moved forward.

There was a clattering sound as the gun fell from Bo Jenkinss fingers.

Thats better, Jim Hall said. He bent forward to retrieve the gun and waved the frightened man to a chair. The lion came forward and stopped at Bos side, opening its mouth in a huge yawn.

Now then, Bo, Jim Hall said pleasantly. What can you tell us about some smuggled diamonds?



20

End of the Puzzle

As they rounded a turn in the trail, Mike pointed ahead to a small house next to a barn. Thats Doc Dawsons place, he said. The dispensary is in the back.

Sounds of hammering came from the barn.

Jupe smiled. Thats one thing he never figured on. When my Uncle Titus has something fixed, he does a very thorough job.

What do you mean, Jupe? asked Mike.

Youll see in a minute, Jupe said mysteriously.

A small pickup truck stood in the driveway by the barn. Alongside it four cages lay tumbled on the ground. The grizzled vet stood next to one with a hammer raised in one hand. In the other he held a long pair of pliers.

He paused as Jim Hall strode up, flanked by the boys. His eyes nicked past them and narrowed.

Howdy, Jim, he said. Anything wrong?

Jim Hall shook his head. He tossed the black leather bag at the vets feet. Heard you were looking for your bag, Doc. You left it at the house.

Thanks, Jim, Dawson said. He gazed beyond them and frowned. I sent Bo Jenkins  I thought   He looked at the cages, scowling. I need him to help  

Hall nodded. Bos all tied up at the moment, Doc. Maybe we can give you a hand. Whats the trouble?

The vet looked at the hammer in his hand. No trouble, Jim. Just wanted to make sure the bars are good and tight. Dont want any more accidents. That fellow Eastland will have every nickel of yours if one more animal gets away.

Hall smiled. Thanks, Doc. I appreciate your concern. He looked at Jupe. Can you tell which bars?

I think so, sir, Jupiter said. But Id need to borrow his hammer.

No problem, Hall said. Can you loan this young fellow your hammer for a moment, Doc?

Dawson hesitated, then handed it to Jupe. Guess so. Whats up?

These young fellows are The Three Investigators. I hired them, you recall, to find out whats been making old George nervous. Theyve come up with some cock-eyed notion that its all because of some smuggled diamonds.

Dawson grinned. No kidding? Cock-eyed is right. He looked at Jupe. Any idea where they might be?

Yes, sir, Jupe said. If you would just step aside for a moment, please.

Why, sure, Dawson said easily, moving away. Only go easy with that hammer, son. I wouldnt want those bars loosened after all the trouble Ive been to tightening them up.

You didnt tighten them up, said Jupe. Hans and Uncle Titus did, back at our junkyard.

Doc looked surprised.

Youll notice, Jupe continued, they didnt put back the bars the way they were. Uncle Titus is very fussy about giving a customer no reason for complaint. So he and Hans bolted and screwed the bars in this way so they wouldnt work loose as they did before.

Very interesting, Dawson said.

So you cant hammer them off, Jupe said. All you can use the hammer for is this, really. He walked around the cage beating at the bars with the heavy hammer. He stopped at the fourth one from the end, then continued through the others, pausing once more. He returned to the fourth one again.

There are two on this cage, he said.

Dawson glanced at Jim Hall. Any idea what hes talking about?

Hall frowned. Id rather wait and see, Doc.

Most of these bars are rusted, Jupe said, indicating theyve been outside and exposed to the weather a long time. They could belong to any of the cages Mr. Hall discarded. But this rusty one gives off a different sound  its hollow, you see. So my deduction is this one could have come from Georges cage.

This one here, Jupe continued, striding to the opposite end of the cage, is hollow, too. He struck it with his hammer. Its still in good condition because it just came in recently. Its from the gorillas cage. Bo Jenkins took it off the night the gorilla arrived. The gorilla twisted the other bars apart and broke out. I believe the gorilla went after Bo and he became frightened and ran, tossing the bar away in his panic. I happened to come across it by accident.

But how did Bo Jenkins know you had it? Mike asked.

He was out looking for it later that night, Jupe said. He heard us and pointed his torch at us and saw me holding it. Hed seen us before and probably Doc Dawson told him who we were and where we came from. He came to the yard and found my uncle working on the cages. He must have been delighted when he heard theyd have to search the yard for extra bars. He couldnt be sure, but there was a good chance the gorilla bar would turn up. Of course, he had no idea that Georges bar was around, too.

How can you be sure youve found the right bars here? asked Mike.

I cant, until we take the bars off, said Jupe. But I expect well find the diamonds in them, since I used the smugglers own method of locating them.

How do you know that? asked Mike.

The cable told me, and Doc Dawson confirmed it. The cable said, DOX ROX NOX EX REX BOX. Which means, knock on the bars of the lions cage and youll find the diamonds inserted at the docks. EX, I would guess, stands for out of  take the lion out first. A wise precaution, considering what happened with the gorilla.

Now, do you recall what Doc did last night when the gorilla was brought back? Doc tested all the bars on its cage with the hammer. He did the same thing with the panther cage. At the time it merely seemed an odd way to test the strength of bars. But Doc was actually testing for diamonds  probably trying to make sure Jenkins had picked the right bar, or possibly making sure there were no others. Once they had the manner of smuggling arranged and the cable informing them how to look for the hollow bars  it was easy. Any bar that sounded hollow would contain diamonds.

Jupiter turned to Doc Dawson. May I have the pliers, please? Doc silently handed them over.

Jupe clamped the long pliers to the top bolt on the rusty bar hed singled out. A few hard turns and the bolt came off. Jupe stooped and repeated the action with the bottom bolt. He took the hammer and knocked the bar through the drilled slots in the boards. As it came out, Hall and the boys crowded around.

Jupe knocked the top cap off the bar, then turned it over and struck it with the hammer. A thin trickle of greasy yellow stones came out.

Those are diamonds? Pete asked.

Jupe nodded. Rough, uncut diamonds, Pete. They look like ordinary rocks and pebbles when theyre found.

Gosh! exclaimed Bob. Theres a ton of them there.

Jupe smiled, looking down at the pile of dull stones. Well, not a ton exactly, Records. Mr. Olsen-Dunlop mentioned six hundred Ks. He was talking about carats, I believe. A carat is worth approximately one thousand dollars. Allowing for some loss in cutting, we have a good half-million here. And with those in the gorilla bar, perhaps a million dollars worth of diamonds altogether.

Jim Hall stared at the pile of stones and shook his head. Im sorry, Doc, he said. Im afraid you have some explaining to do.

There was no answer.

Jim Hall looked up, and twisted his head in surprise. Dawson was gone. They heard the sound of the truck engine starting up.

Hes getting away! cried Pete.

The truck backed off with a roar as the boys started for it. Almost immediately two cars came from the trees and braked to a quick stop behind it, blocking the driveway. Two men leaped out.

Hatchet-Face and Dobbsie! cried Bob.

They grabbed Dawson as he jumped from the cab, and brought him forward to the barn.

Whats going on? Who are you two? demanded Jim Hall.

Jupe pointed. That ones Mr. Olsen  hes been after the bars from the beginning.

No, said Mike. His name is Dunlop. He works for Jay Eastland.

The hatchet-faced man shook his head. Sorry, boys  but youre both wrong. Stevensons the name.

He flipped open his wallet and held it out.

Jupes face reddened. His card says Stevenson, all right. He looked up at the grinning man. We thought you were part of the gang.

Customs agents have to act mysterious, son, the man explained. Dobbs here is with the Treasury Department. Were both working for the same firm  the United States Government. And weve been trying to break up this smuggling ring for a long time.

Dobbs gestured to the pile of stones lying on the ground. Looks like the kid saved us a lot of trouble. We knew Dawson was getting diamonds, but we couldnt move in until they actually showed up. We didnt know exactly where they were and thats the kind of evidence thats needed.

Youll find some more in another bar, Jupe said.

The Treasury agent kicked at the pile of stones. Now all we have to do is find the other man  Bo Jenkins. He seems to have disappeared.

Youll find him back at my house, said Jim Hall. Hell be waiting for us.

The two men looked startled.

Hes not going anywhere, Jim Hall stated. George is looking after him.

Dobbs looked at him wide-eyed. George  the lion?

Jim Hall nodded.

Stevenson grinned. He clapped Jupe on the shoulder. Okay, Investigator  you already found half a million. Would you like to try for another?

Jupe stepped forward to the cage. Pointing to the second bar he had selected, he said dramatically, You will note, gentlemen, that this bar is not as rusted as the first one that was extracted from the lions cage. The gorilla was a recent arrival and therefore  

Bob and Pete exchanged grins. They knew how their leader loved to make the most out of a situation.

Doc Dawson laughed harshly. His shoulders sagged. He looked like a man who had bet a lot of money and lost.

Hurry it up, he said. Id like to see how much I lost before I tell you everything.



21

Some Questions fromMr. Hitchcock

A week later, The Three Investigators sat in Mr. Hitchcocks office, being congratulated.

Thank you, sir! chorused the boys.

There are a few small points I should like to have cleared up, Mr. Hitchcock told them. This barbarous device  the metal shredder  am I to assume that your nearly fatal engagement with it was accidental?

Yes, sir, Bob said. Bo Jenkins and Doc Dawson tied us up and tossed us into an old junked car. They did it merely to get us out of the way. They never expected that the crane would drop the car on the conveyor belt.

Alfred Hitchcock nodded. I would hope they would be more careful next time, if indeed there should ever be one, about the process they select for discouraging interlopers. He laced his fingers together. This Hank Morton person  where does he fit in? Did he let George out deliberately and then wound him? And why was he running away the night the gorilla escaped? Was he involved in that, too?

No, sir, Bob said. No to all of those questions. He came back to Jungle Land after being fired because he was suspicious of Doc Dawson. According to Hank Morton, Dawson made it look as if he had mistreated the animals, and Jim Hall took his word for everything. Dawson, of course, was trying to replace him with Bo Jenkins. When Morton came back, Doc decided to fix him for good. He let George out himself, planning to blame it on Morton.

George cut himself accidentally out in the jungle. I guess he didnt know how to take care of himself out there, since he grew up in captivity. When Morton led us out to him, he was only teasing us. He knew George and could handle him. But when he stepped away for a minute, Bo Jenkins found him and hit him over the head. So Morton was blamed for that, too.

That night when the gorilla broke loose, Morton was trying to find Bo Jenkins. Instead he ran into the gorilla and was frightened away, just as Bo Jenkins was.

What about the panthers escape? asked Mr. Hitchcock. Did Doc Dawson engineer that?

No, sir, replied Pete. At least, he said he didnt. We think it was a real accident. Were just grateful that Doc saved our lives. Mr. Stevenson said that might be a point in Docs favour when his case comes to trial.

Alfred Hitchcock glanced down at the papers on which Bob had summarized the adventure. Ah, yes, Mr. Stevenson, the government agent, also known as Olsen and Dunlop. You say he was planted with the Jay Eastland movie company by the authorities, to watch the smugglers?

Yes, sir, Jupe said. He happens to be an expert on firearms and was available to Jay Eastland in that capacity. Eastland was acting so violently against Jim Hall, however, that he aroused Stevensons suspicions. As it turned out, Eastland had nothing to do with the smuggling itself. But he was trying to take advantage of the contract Jim Hall had agreed to. He could have used an extra fifty thousand dollars and was hoping to pin something on Hall. But he couldnt, and since filming is over, Jungle Land is safe.

Now as to the smuggling itself, said Mr. Hitchcock. Doc Dawson enlisted the aid of this Bo Jenkins to help retrieve the hollow bars. The diamond shipments originated in Africa, taking advantage of Cal Halls deliveries of animals to his brother here. Was Dawson the ringleader? Did he plan the entire operation or was he merely an accessory? Exactly how did he fit in?

Doc Dawson planned it all, answered Jupe. The diamonds were stolen from the surface portion of a deposit at Mwadui in the Shinyanga district of Tanzania. The smugglers followed Cal Hall to the port of Dar es Salaam and there switched the cage bars, first on Georges cage, then on the gorillas. When George left Africa, they alerted Doc Dawson with that coded cable.

And why didnt Doc Dawson take the diamonds from the lions cage as soon as it arrived? Mr. Hitchcock asked Jupe.

Because he was expecting a gorilla to arrive with more diamonds soon afterwards. Only two shipments were planned. I guess he figured that the first lot were safe where they were, hidden in the cage bar, so he could wait till the second lot came and then clear out with a million dollars worth of gems. But the gorilla didnt come for a long time. Meanwhile, Doc Dawson came down with the flu. While he was sick, Jim Hall threw out the lions cage. It got broken up in the scrap yard and the bars misplaced. By the time Doc caught up with it, it was too late.

It was also too late because by then the authorities were on to the smuggling operation. Stevenson wouldnt tell us how they learned about it  said he was sorry but he couldnt divulge his sources. When he and Dobbs got Dawson with the evidence, his confederates in Africa were rounded up.

The director tapped Bobs report again. You surmised that George was being made nervous by the various attempts to get at the bar with the diamonds. Were you correct in that assumption?

Yes, sir. At first, I think, George was only restless because he was cooped up in the house at night. But then Stevenson and Dobbs started prowling around, which upset George.

I still do not understand, rumbled Alfred Hitchcock, why Doc Dawson, a respectable veterinarian, would become a diamond smuggler.

Thats easy, offered Pete. He was a smuggler before he came to Jungle Land. Hed been through Africa and pulled various small jobs there years before. When he found out about Cal and Jim Halls operation, it seemed perfect for his plans. So he joined up with them, using his skill with animals to get by, while he planned the entire diamond operation in Tanzania. He really did love animals, but he also loved the excitement of getting rich quick and dangerously.

Not to mention criminally, added Mr. Hitchcock. I believe we are well rid of the fellow. He failed in his biggest attempt, the always tempting million-dollar haul. And you boys thwarted him by dint of clever deductions and perseverance. Im proud of you all. You solved a most perplexing mystery.

Mystery is our business! said Jupiter Jones.





