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"Monk, you and Ham stay here and stall these fellows!" Doc directed.

Monk surveyed the sartorially perfect Ham and made an awful grimace. "0.K. I'll try to put up with this
shyster I"

At that, Ham glared and hefted his sword cane suggestively. His expression said that nothing would give
him more pleasure than to stick the blade into Monk's anthropoid frame.

"Some of these days, I'm gonna take that hairy hide of yours home for a rug!" he promised.

This exchange, accompanied by fierce looks, was nothing unusual. Ham and Monk were always riding
each other. Their good-natured quarrel dated back to the Great War to an incident which had given Ham
his nickname. To have some fun, Ham had taught Monk some highly insulting French words, telling him
they were the proper adjectives with which to curry the favor of a French general. Monk had used them
-- and landed in the guardhouse.

Shortly after his release from the military calaboose, the dapper Brigadier General Theodore Marley
Brooks had been hailed upon a charge of stealing hams. Somebody had planted the evidence. The
nickname of Ham had stuck from that day.

What irked Ham especially, was the fact that he had never been able to prove it was Monk who had
framed him.

Monk only leered nastily at Ham, and asked Doc: "Where are you goin'?"

"If you do not know, you can tell the truth when those fellows ask you where we are," Doc informed him
dryly.

Every one but Monk and Ham now left the office. They entered the high-speed elevator. A breath-taking
drop followed. Doc sent the cage to the basement level.

The New Jersey officers and their four witnesses had undoubtedly been passed somewhere en route.

Doc led his party along a white passage. They entered a private garage which the bronze man maintained
in the basement. This held several cars, all excellent machines, but none in the least flashy.

Doc stepped to a large limousine, He produced two objects from a door pocket. One of these
resembled a greatly overgrown wrist watch. The other was a flat box with numerous dials and switches,
and a harness by which it could be carried under a coat, out of view.

The two objects were joined by a flexible conduit.

Doc flicked switches. On the glass dial of the oversize wrist-watch contrivance appeared a picture of the
office upstairs.

Aunt Nora looked at this picture, noting the presence of the big, furry Monk and the dapper Ham. Her
eyes threatened to jump out of her head when she saw the two go to the door and admit a string of men.
"Land sakes!" she gasped. "A television machine! I didn't know they made 'em that small!"