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Judborn Tugg purpled. To him, it was inconceivable that any man would dismiss a million so abruptly. He
would probably have keeled over had be known that Doc intended to help Aunt Nora Botson, who had
admitted she could not pay him a copper cent.

"If you change your mind, you'll find me at the Hotel Triplex!" Tugg said in a loud, angry tone.

"There will be no change of mind," Doc said, reaching out and grasping Tugg by the coat collar.

Before Tugg knew what had happened, he was hoisted off the floor. His coat tore in two or three places,
but held.

Helpless as a worm on a stick, Tugg was carried into the corridor and deposited urgently in an elevator.

"If you want to retain your health, you had better not let me see you again!" Doc advised him in the tone
of a physician prescribing for a patient with dangerous symptoms.
The elevator carried Tugg from view.

Monk, an innocent expression on his homely face, ambled up and asked: "Didn't I hear that bird say he
was staying at the Hotel Triplex?"

Doc nodded; then invited Aunt Nora and Alice Cash into his office.

Grinning, Monk ambled to a public telephone in the corridor. He got the number of the Hotel Triplex
from the phone book, then called the hostelry. He asked the hotel operator for the night manager.

"You have a guest named Judborn Tugg," Monk informed the hotel man. "Doc Savage just threw this
fellow out of his office."

"In that case, we'll throw him out of the Hotel Triplex, too," Monk was advised.

Hanging up, Monk fished an envelope out of his pocket and addressed it to the Unemployment Relief
Fund.

From another pocket, he produced Slick Cooley's fat roll of bills. Monk had managed to harvest this in
the excitement downstairs. He sealed the money in the envelope, applied stamps, then put it in a mail
box. The envelope was so bulky that he had to insert it in the lid marked for packages.

Whistling cheerfully, Monk tramped for Doc's office.

WHEN JUDBORN Tugg reached the Hotel Triplex, he found his bags waiting for him on the sidewalk.
The night manager in person was watching over the valises.

"I am sorry," the manager said coldly. "We do not want you here."

Judborn Tugg, after nearly choking, yelled and cursed and waved his arms. He threatened to sue the
Triplex for a million dollars.

"Get away from here, or I'll have you arrested for disturbing the peace!" snapped the manager. Then he
walked inside.