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glasses, the left lens of which was much thicker than the right. The left lens was a powerful magnifying
glass. The bony man had lost the use of his left eye in the War, and since he needed a magnifier in his
profession of archaeology and geology, he carried it in the left side of his spectacles, for convenience.

He was "Johnny" -- William Harper Littlejohn, one-time head of the natural science research department
of a famous university, and possessor of an almost universal reputation for proficiency in his line.

The addition of these two completed Doc Savage's group of five unusual aids. Each was a man with few
equals at his trade. They were men who loved excitement and adventure. They found that aplenty with
Doc Savage. The strange bronze man seemed to walk always on paths of peril.

Undoubtedly the most amazing fact about this remarkable company of trouble busters was the ability of
Doc, himself, to excel any one of his helpers at his own profession. Doc's fund of knowledge about
electricity was greater than that of Long Tom, the wizard of the juice; the same supremacy applied to the
others in their fields of chem,istry, geology, law, and engineering.

"What's this about me being a murderer?" Doc asked sharply.

"The New Jersey police have a warrant for you!" declared Ham, still flourishing his sword cane. "They
have four witnesses who say they saw you throw a man against the third rail of an interurban line and
electrocute him!"

"And they're bringing the witnesses over here to identify you!" Johnny added. Excitedly, he jerked off his
spectacles which had the magnifier on the left side. "They'll be here any time, now!"

Ham nodded vehemently. "They will! A police officer in New Jersey, knowing I usually take care of the
law angles in our troubles, called me and tipped me off about the thing."

"Who am I supposed to have murdered?" Doc queried dryly.

Ham tapped his sword cane thoughtfully. "A fellow I never heard of. His name was Jim Cash!"

Alice Cash sank soundlessly into a chair and buried her face in her arms. Her shoulders began to
convulse.

Monk, who had prowled over to the window, and stood looking down, called abruptly: "Look at this!"

Doc flashed to his side.

Far below, a car was sweeping in to the curb. Men got out. In the darkness and rain, it was impossible to
identify them. They numbered nine.

Faint light spilled from the front of the skyscraper, revealing, painted on top of the car for easy
identification from airplanes, the lettered symbols of New Jersey State Police.

"The New Jersey officers with their witnesses!" Monk muttered.
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DOC BACKED from the window. Without apparent haste, but none the less with deceptive speed, he
crossed to the massive table and touched several inlaid segments. These depressed under his fingers, but
immediately sprang back into place, so as to conceal the fact that the table top was one great cluster of