"I cannot talk. Zere iss danchur. You musst meet me at vunce." There was a short pause, then three hastily whispered words: "Ze bronts rhinotseros!" This was followed by a sharp click.

"Hello! Hello! Who is this?" yelled Biff, but he knew he would learn no more. Biff stood help-lessly holding the receiver. "The chief said there was a murder," he thought to himself, "but somehow I know that this book bag is the thing I should work on. Its big--maybe bigger even than murder!"

Clearly, the little foreigner had intended the book bag for someone else. But who? And why? "I've got to find him," Biff said aloud. But where? What had he said--"The Bronze Rhinoceros--; it meant nothing to Biff. "What could it be?" wondered the detective--"The Bronze Rhinoceros--I've got to find out!" He set down at a desk to ponder the possibilities.

Half an hour later he had come no closer to understanding when commotion in the outer office announced the arrival of the Chief and his men. They looked pale and shaken, and when Biff heard what they had seen he realized why.

"Bludgeoned to death," the Chief was saying. "Brutally mauled and mutilated horribly.... No means of identification...Fingerprints removed by simply cutting off the tips of the fingers,...The only shred of evidence was a circle with a Roman numeral seven stamped on the sole of the right foot."

"Did you say Roman numeral seven?" cried Biff.

"Yes, is something the matter, Bundie? Another book bag, perhaps?"

But Biff didn't hear the last remark, for he was already running out of the building. He knew now he was right; it was big. And he had to find that little foreigner with the only clue he now had: a cryptic phrase--"The Bronze Rhinoceros."

"Kevin!" called someone as he emerged from the Grays Hall police office. "Kevin!'

"Ulp," thought Biff, "that's my new name." He turned and saw a 'Cliffe junior he had met that morning. Jane something.

'Hi, Jane," he said unenthusiastically, not wishing to be delayed in his quest of The Bronze Rhinoceros.

"And where are you off to in such a hurry, Mr. Heath?

"Uh--er--my--uh--room."

"Where is that?"

"Er...well, I don't exactly have one yet. You know I--uh--just transferred here."