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The Three Investigators were the new owners of a talking skull named Socrates. At least, it was supposed to be able to talk. But the boys hadn't been able to get a sound out of it.
"What a gyp!" said Pete.
"Maybe it just isn't in a talking mood," answered Jupiter, and the boys turned their backs on the skull.
Suddenly there was a muffled sneeze behind them. Whirling around, they saw no one thereno one, that is, but the skull.
Socrates had sneezed!