"Did you say Roman numeral seven?" Biff almost yelled.

"What's the matter, Bundie? Some more tobacco?"

But the young detective didn't hear the last remark, for he was already out the door. He knew he was right now. Tht pouch of tobacco was important. Now he had to find the strange little foreigner with the only clue he had: a cryptic phrase--"the Bronze Rhinoceros."

"Kevin!" called someone as Biff passed by the Chinese totem pole in front of Boylston Hall. "Kevin!"

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

"Hi Jane," he said unenthusiastically.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" she asked smiling beatifically.

"Uh--to--my--uh--room."

"Where is that?"

"Uh--well--I don't exactly have one yet. I'm--uh--still looking."

'Honestly, Kevin, you're not making much sense. Let's have a cup of coffee and you can tell me about yourself."

Like a flash it hit him. The word "coffee" had stimulated his brain, and suddenly he knew: the Bronze Rhinoceros was a coffee house! Trying to hide his excitement he said slowly and meaningfully. "Coffee sounds fine. Let's pop on over to the Bronze Rhinoceros." He studied her face for a sign of recognition.

"The what?" Jane asked.

"The Bronze Rhinoceros, intoned Biff, leaning closer, "great coffee." He scrutinized her intently. She started back at him. "Bronze Rhinoceros." he repeated, bending over her.

Without a word, she edged away from him, broke into an open run, and within a few seconds had disappeared behind Weld Hall.