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"O.K. Where'll we find 'im?"

Judborn Tugg shrugged. "I do not know. We shall see if the telephone information girl can tell us."

He put in a call. The swiftness with which he was given Doc Savage's address seemed to daze him. He
blinked his pale eyes and hung up.

"Doc Savage must be rather well known!" he muttered. "The phone operator had his whereabouts on the
tip of her tongue. Come, Slick. We shall go see this man."

The two quitted the hotel room.

THE SKYSCRAPER before which Slick Cooley and Judborn Tugg eventually alighted was one of the
most resplendent in the city. It towered nearly a hundred stories.

"What a joint!" Slick muttered in awe. Doc Savage ain't no cheap skate if he hangs out here!"

"These surroundings show Savage is good at his business," Judborn Tugg replied stiffly. "That is the kind
of a man we want. You, Slick, will wait in the lobby."

"Why?" Slick demanded suspiciously. "How do I know but that you'll pay this Savage more money than
I'm gettin'?"

"Nothing of the sort, Slick. You will stay here in case Alice Cash and Aunt Nora should put in an
appearance. They were coming here to hire this Savage to do their fighting. They cannot pay Savage as
much as we can, but it would be better if they did not see him."

"Yeah," Slick agreed with bad grace. "I'll stick below, then."

An express elevator which ran noiselessly and with great speed, lifted Judborn Tugg to the eighty-sixth
floor. He strutted pompously down a richly decorated corridor.

Sighting a mirror, Tugg halted and carefully surveyed his appearance. He wanted to overawe this Doc
Savage. That was the way to handle these common thugs who hired themselves out for money.

Tugg lighted a dollar cigar. He had another just like it which he intended to offer Savage. The fine weeds
would be the final touch. Doc Savage would be bowled over by the grandeur of Judborn Tugg.

Tugg did not know it, but he was headed for one of the big shocks of his career.

He knocked on a door, puffed out his chest, and cocked his cigar in the air.

The door opened.

Judborn Tugg's chest collapsed, his cigar fell to the floor, and his eyes bulged out.

A mighty giant of bronze stood in the door. The effect of this metallic figure was amazing. Marvelously
symmetrical proportions absorbed the true size of the man. Viewed from a distance, and away from
anything to which his stature might have been compared, he would not have seemed as big.