dr. gregory raven, who is in yugoslavia. mission for the international public health service. stumbled across something it was none of his business. and made a cursory report to his superiors. then someone killed him. state of almost pathological terror. according to his file, he was a normal, healthy intelligent man. i wanna know, what it is would reduce a man like that to a.. ...a whimpering rabbit. well, mr. solo? mr. kuryakin? any ideas how you frighten a man like that, out of his wits? if he'd been expecting a blast from a shotgun he would've told his daughter to run. as it was, he told her to fetch a doctor. not a policeman, a doctor. hm. nice. 'yes, his daughter.' marion raven. she arrived just in time to see him killed. back home now, here in new york. (marion) 'my report to the police was clear enough surely.' interesting and alarming. a local man must have helped. - his exact words. - well, he was a foreigner. there was one man who seemed an unusual sort of man for father to know. a smuggler of black market cigarettes. father called him a professional bandit. is that