The Story Thus Far: Biff Bundie, University undercoverman disguised as graduate student Kevin Stoddard Health, found himself investigating a bizarre murder in Mallinckrodt from a novel angle: a mysterious phrase--"Ze Bronts Rhinot-across"--spoken hurriedly over the phone by a foreigner. After unsuccessfully trying to convince a Cliffie that it was a coffee shop, Biff decided that The Bronze Rhinoceros must be the nickname of a professor, and he spent an afternoon trailing Karandas Nathasingh, a portly instructor in Indian Studies. Eventually, Bundle learned that The Bronze Rhinoceros was one of a pair of large statue outside the Biology Labs, but not before he had brutally insulted the Immense Indian. Flanked by a sympathetic crowd, Karandas began railing at the young defective. Just thehn Biff noticed a large piece of green and white paper impaled all the horn of one of the rhinoceroses.

With trembling fingers, Biff pulled the sheet of paper from the beast's born and turned it face up. For the moment the forgot Karandas and the angry crowd; for the moment Bundie's attention was riveted only to the message scrawled in a nervous hand. He could almost hear the maker of that desperate writing speak the words: "Fool! Zair iss no time ant much danchur. I could not vait any longer, I vill call you again."

It was an eerie scene. The two rhinoceroses looked out over a courtyard bathed in that red-gray light of late afternoon; Biff stood alone staring intently at the large note in his hand; the crowd in front of the main door of the Biology Labs grew suddenly silent and waited for something to happen.

The tableau did not last long. Suddenly Karandas began waving his arms and shouting, "I will see him arrested and incarcerated! If it is the final act of my existence, I shall have him removed from society! And then, I shall return to India!" The bystanders seemed to voice approval of these suggestions, and only then did Bundie realize the awkwardness of his immediate situation.

"My good friends ..." he began to the crowd, but there was such a loud outburst that he could not go on. He tried again; "I appeal to you a same and honest Harvard man ..," but Karandas made motions suggesting physical violence, and Biff dropped the attempt. Bundie was stymied. There seemed to be only one way out of the imbroglio he had so deftly hammered himself into: he would have to reveal his secret identity as a University policeman. Sighing deeply, Biff reached into his right inside coat pocket for his badge.

"Look out!" Karandas screamed, "He's got a revolver!" A female lab technician shrieked and before another word was said, the crowd had scattered.

"A revolver!" Bundie gasped, "Someone's got a revolver!"

"He is mad! He is insane! He has lost his senses!" thundered the elephantine Indian, who was trying to hide his tremendous bulk behind one of the animal statues.

Bundie, meanwhile, had begun edging away from the confusion in a somewhat nervous manner. "I suppose I should find out who had that gun, but something tells me that this ...er... note is more important." In a few seconds, Biff had left the Biology Lab courtyard and was on his way back to Police Headquarters.

As he entered Grays Hall, Bundie once again found the Office strangely active. Several officers were talking softly but actively in the outer office. Bundie walked past them and approached the Chief, who was periodically pounding his fist on the desk blotter. "Two in one day," he muttered. "Two in one day."

"Excuse me Chief, but I think I've found another clue..."

"Two in one day," the Chief repeated.

Somehow realizing that it was the wrong thing to do, Biff asked anyway, "Two what, Chief?"

The Chief's reply was something just louder than a roar: "Murders! You dimwit, murders!"

Bundie was thrown backwards by both the force and content of the Chief's last remark. He knew about the Mallinckrodt murder that morning, but ...