The mynah birds reemerge and finding three strategic perches in the more crowded paert of the Tavern, just quietly sit and listen......

The terrier does a test press on the drill's trigger and finds it to be missing batteries and lays it aside. Admitting defeat the dog grabs a terrier cloth robe and towel and heads for the beach, passing Ethel Myrrhmaid returning, croaking as to how she's lost her singing voice completely.
    She goes to consult with Severn "Doc" Savage, a man of both bronze and brainz. Severn tells her to say, "Aaaah" and shines a pocket flashlight down her throat.
    "My voice was in fine shape when I went out to the reef," she rasps.
    Severn puts his chin in his hand and goes "Hmmmmm...." in true doctorly fashion and tells her, "I'm afraid you have polyps in your throat."
    "Does anyone know of a good cure?", Ethel says as loud as she can manage.
    "Hickory Smoke has always worked well for me." says Mmario from back at the stove. "You could go down to Virginia and take the Smithfield Cure.".......

The bats swoop down from the Belfry to try to figure out what a Wombat is.....