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chemists alive. But he looked dumb as an ox.

Ham was slender, lean-waisted. His clothing was sartorial perfection - tailors had been known to follow
Ham down streets, just to see clothes being worn as they should be. His business cards read: "Brigadier
General Theodore Marley Brooks;" and he was possibly the most astute lawyer Harvard ever turned out.
Ham carried a black cane of innocent aspect - a sword cane, in reality. He was never to be found
without it.

The sixth member of the group was a mighty man of bronze - Doc Savage.

MAN of mystery, the radio commentator had labeled Doc Savage. Wizard of science! Muscular
marvel!

The radio speaker had not exaggerated. Doc Savage was all of these things. His mental powers and
strength were almost fantastic. He was the product of intensive expert, scientific training that had started
the moment he was born.
Each day of his life, he had performed a two-hour routine of unusual exercise. Doc's powers might seem
unbelievable, but there was really no magic about them. Rigid adherence to his exercise, coupled with
profound study, was responsible.

Doc was a big man, almost two hundred pounds - but the bulk of his great form was forgotten in the
smooth symmetry of a build incredibly powerful. The bronze of his hair was a little darker than that of his
features, and the hair lay down tightly as a metal skullcap.

Most striking of all were the bronze man's eyes. They glittered like pools of flake gold when little lights
from the television scanning disk played on them. They seemed to exert a hypnotic influence.

The lines of Doc's features, the unusually high forehead, the mobile and muscular and not-too-full mouth,
the lean cheeks, denoted a power of character seldom seen.

"There goes the last of the flyers!" Doc said.

Doc's voice, although low, held a remarkable quality of latent power. It was an intensively trained voice -
everything about Doc had been trained by his exercise routine.

"They sure enough thought it was the sub they had bombed," grinned Johnny, the bony archaeologist. He
adjusted the glasses he wore. These spectacles had an extremely thick left lens which was actually a
powerful magnifying glass. Johnny, having practically lost the use of his left eye in the War, carried the
magnifier there for handiness.

"Our contraption fooled them," Doc admitted. "But it might not have worked so well in daytime. A close
look would have shown the thing was only a strip of canvas painted the color of steel, and some oil
barrels, pulled along under the surface by a torpedo mechanism."

At the rear of the group, Monk stopped scowling at Ham long enough to ask: "You made that torpedo
mechanism a couple of days ago - but how'd you know that early that something like this would
happen?"

"I didn't know," Doc smiled faintly. "I only knew we were barging into trouble - and made preparations
to meet it."