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Let us not talk about it!"

"0.K.," Slick leered. "What're me and you to do now?"

JUOBORN TUGG put his handkerchief away, and fiddled with the ornaments on his watch chain. "Have
you ever heard of a gentleman by the name of Doc Savage?"

"Kinda seems like I have." Slick smoothed his coat lapels.

"New York is not my stompin' ground, and this Savage bird hangs out here. I don't know much about
him. Kind of a trouble buster, ain't he?"

"Exactly! I understand he is a very fierce and competent fighting man, who has a group of five aids."

"A muscle man with a gang, eh?"

"In your vernacular, I believe that is how you express it. The Green Bell had me investigate Doc Savage.
I did not learn a great deal about him, except that he is a man who fights other people's battles."

"Yeah? And what about this guy?"

"The Green Bell has ordered me to hire Doc Savage. I am to obtain the services of the man and his five
aids for our organization."

Slick swore wildly. He stamped around the room, fists hard, mean face twisted with rage.

"I won't stand for it!" he gritted. "I was to have charge of the rough stuff in this business! I was to be third
in command -- takin' orders only from the Green Bell and you! Now the Green Bell is fixin' to ring this
Doc Savage in!"
Judborn Tugg patted the air with both hands.

"My dear Slick, you misunderstand," he soothed. "You are to retain your position. Doc Savage is to
work under you! The Green Bell made that very clear."

"He did, eh?" Slick scowled, but seemed mollified. "Well, that's different. But that Doc Savage has gotta
savvy that his orders come from me!"

"Of course. That will be made clear."

Slick lighted an expensive cigarette. "Supposin' Doc Savage considers himself a big shot, and don't want
to take my I orders."

"Any man will take commands, if the pay is sufficient," Judborn Tugg said, with the certainty of a man
who has money and knows its power.

But Slick was still uncertain. "What if Doc Savage ain't the kind of a guy who hires out for our kind of
work?"

"There, again, my statement about payment applies. Every man has his price. The Green Bell needs more
men, needs them badly. He does not want ordinary gunmen. Therefore, I am to approach Doc Savage."