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Doc stopped him. "Wait. Let her go."
A great understanding dawned on Monk. He gulped: "You gave her something which
brought her out of that unconsciousness in a hurry. You figured she would
overhear your phone conversation and then make a break."
Ham grinned, flourishing his sword cane. "You even unlocked the door for her."
"But what was the idea?" Monk demanded.
"You will recall," Doc explained, "that she made a statement about seizing our
friends."
"And you made the way easy for her," Monk chuckled.

Chapter IV. MISS MAN-SNATCHER
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LONG TOM," the electrical wizard, looked as if he had grown up in a cellar with
the mushrooms. He was pale of hair and eye, and had an unhealthy-looking
complexion. He was not tall, nor was he very fleshy.
Strangers who saw Long Tom probably said to themselves: "ThereТs a guy who will
be lucky if he lives through the winter."
With Long Tom, appearance was an awful liar. He had never been ill a day in his
life. As a fighting man he was a customer whom even huge, gorilla-like Monk
would have hesitated to tackle.
Long Tom was spoken of as a wizard of the juice. His knowledge of electricity
was profound. He had whole sheafs of electrical patents in Washington.
Long Tom was driving DocТs limousine.
"I wonder what weТre mixed in?" he said. "It sounds kind of dizzy to me. WeТre
going to be kidnaped, and weТre supposed to learn all we can from our captors.
Learn all we can about what?"
"Holy cow!" rumbled Renny. "How should I know?"
Renny, seated beside Long Tom, looked something like a bull alongside a sheep.
Renny weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. He was all bone and gristle. Yet his
fists were so huge that it made the rest of him seem small in proportion. Each
was composed of something more than a quart of rusty-looking knuckles.
Renny had a long, puritanical face. When he was happiest he wore the expression
of a man going to a funeral. He had on his funeral look now.
"From what Doc said, I guess our captor is to be a girl," Long Tom demanded.
"Maybe sheТs good-looking."
"You canТt tell about a woman," Renny informed him solemnly. "TheyТre liable to
up and shoot you when you least expect it."
Long Tom laughed and changed the subject. "Johnny sure was mad about being left
behind."
"Yeah, the bag of bones," Renny rumbled dourly. "He figures weТre headed for
some excitement. HeТd rather lose his eye than miss it."
The electrical wizard guided the big sedan into Park Avenue. The policeman
controlling traffic at the corner glimpsed the license plate on the machine. He
blew his whistle loudly, stopped all other cars, and motioned the sedan through.
In New York, license plates are magic. The important people have the small
numbers. The numerals carried on the plates of this sedan of DocТs were very
small indeed.
The sedan engine made little noise. It could not be heard at all by the two men
riding inside. They were riding with the windows up. The windows were
bullet-proof; the sedan body was armor-plate steel.