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"At your service, Mr. Savage," was the reply to this.

Renny heard this come from the ear phones. He was not surprised. This was not the only great police
system which cooperated fully with Doc Savage.

"I received a telegram which pretends to have been sent from your town by Alex Savage," Doc
transmitted. "Will you check up and see if it was sent' please?"

There followed fully five minutes of silence, while the distant Mounted operator made inquiries.

"No such message was sent from here," came back the report.

Doc wirelessed his thanks, then replaced the radio set in its case.

"You've got one guess about that telegram," he told Renny.

"It was a fake!" Renny thumped. "But, Doc, what in blazes made you suspicious?"

"The message was addressed care of this train," Doc explained. "Our earlier message to Alex Savage
said nothing about what train we would be on."

DOC Savage, Renny lumbering at his side, now sought out Wilkie, the conductor.

Wilkie was absorbed in the magazine which held the feature story about Doc Savage.

"How soon will we reach a point from which I can send a telegram?" Doc inquired.

Wilkie swallowed twice before he could answer. What he had been reading had tended to increase his
awe of this bronze man.

"We pass a little station in a few minutes," he replied. "We don't stop, but I can clip it to an order hoop,
and get it to the telegrapher as we go past."
"Good!" Doc proceeded to write out a message. It was addressed to Alex Savage:

SOMETHING STRANGE GOING ON STOP DID YOU GET MY TELEGRAM ADVISING
THAT MY- SELF AND FIVE FRIENDS PLANNING SPEND FISHING AND HUNTING
VACATION YOUR VIC- NITY STOP DID YOU WIRE US NOT TO COME STOP PLEASE
ADVISE IMMEDIATELY DOC SAVAGE

Folding this, Doc gave it to the conductor.

"I don't know what it will cost," Wilkie said.

"This should more than cover it." Doc passed over a large Canadian five dollar bill. "Keep the change for
your trouble."

"I couldn't do that," Wilkie said hastily. "I'll deadhead the message for you, Mr. Savage. It won't cost a
thing."