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strode rapidly to the door.

For all of his great weight and swiftness of stride, he made no appreciable sound. There was an uncanny
silence about his movements, a natural lightness which indicated enormously developed leg muscles.

Fat Judborn Tugg, instead of suspecting anything, was rather glad to have Doc step outside for a
moment. Tugg had not yet recovered from the shock of having Doc suggest that his services would call
for a million-dollar donation. He welcomed the chance to regain his balance.

Doc closed the corridor door. Shortly later, be was in the presence of the two women.
Aunt Nora let her mouth hang open in unashamed astonishment at sight of the giant bronze man. Then she
cocked her arms akimbo and smiled, wrinkles corrugating every inch of her motherly face.

"Glory be!" she chuckled. "You're the answer to this old girl's prayers!"

Mice Cash did not exactly let her jaw drop, but her lips parted slightly, and her blue eyes became round
with amazement. Her next act was to glance down disgustedly at her muddy, disheveled raiment.

Doc Savage usually affected pretty young women like that -- set them wondering about their appearance.
Feminine eyes were inclined to be quick to note that Doc was unusually handsome, a fact which escaped
men after they saw his amazing muscular development.

Monk performed the introductions.

"What has Judborn Tugg been tellin' you?" Aunt Nora questioned anxiously.

"A great deal," Doc replied quietly. "He is one of the most profuse liars I have ever encountered."

This would have pained Judborn Tugg exceedingly, had he overheard it. It was his belief that he could tell
a falsehood as smoothiy as the truth. He would have been shocked to know that Doc Savage, by close
attention to his voice tones, had spotted almost every lie.

Aunt Nora clenched her work-toughened hands, and gave Doc a look of genuine appeal.

"I need your help!" she said earnestly. "But I haven't got a cent with which to pay you!"

DOC'S STRANGE golden eyes studied Aunt Nora and attractive Alice Cash. His bronze features
remained as expressionless as metal.

Without speaking, he turned. He entered his office.

"I do not think I am interested in your proposition," he told Judborn Tugg.

Tugg picked the costly cigar from his pursy mouth, as if it had suddenly turned bitter.

"I can pay you plenty," he pointed out. "I might even pay you that million, provided you can do the work
that I want done."

"No!"