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"Better postpone that, Renny," Doc said dryly.

"Huh?

'There's something very suspicious about this message," Doc Savage informed him.

PUZZLED and wondering, big-fisted Renny followed his giant bronze chief back through the observation
car. Renny's relation to Doc Savage was unusual. He willingly carried out Doc's smallest order. Yet
Renny received not one penny of salary

Renny, in fact, was considerably more than a millionaire in his own right. His skill as an engineer had
made into a fortune. He had, in a sense, retired - retired to follow the trail of what he liked above all else,
adventure. Peril and excitement were the spice of his life.

Peril, excitement, and adventure were the bonds which cemented him to Doc Savage. Doc seemed
always to walk amid these things. Each minute of his life was one of danger.

For Doc Savage had a strange purpose in life, a creed to which his existence was dedicated. That creed
was to go here and there, to the far corners of the earth, helping those in need of help, punishing those
who needed punishment.

Doc had been trained for this purpose from the cradle.

The other four aides of the bronze man, like Renny, were bound to him by a love of adventure. And, like
Renny, they were masters of some profession.

One was an electrical wizard, one a world-renowned chemist, another a great geologist and
archaeologist, and the fourth, one of the most astute lawyers Harvard had ever turned out.
Trouble-busting was the life purpose of Doc and his five aides. Their exploits had pushed their fame to
the ends of the earth. Doc, mighty man of bronze, was by way of becoming a legend - a specter of terror
where evil-doers were concerned.

Doc Savage entered his drawing-room, Renny at his heels. The room was stacked with bags and many
metal boxes equipped with carrying straps.

Doc opened one of the boxes. A compact radio transmitter and receiver came to light. Corded fingers
moving with deftness, Doc manipulated the controls. The set was fitted with a "bug" - a mechanical key
for rapid transmission.

"What station are you callin', Doc?" Renny queried.

"There is a Royal Canadian Mounted Police stttion in the railroad town nearest Alex Savage's home,"
Doc ex plalned. "I'm trying to raise them."

Renny heard this without batting an eye. That Doc should know there was a Mounted station at the town,
and have the call letters at his finger tips, did not impress Renny as anything out of the ordinary. Doc
Savage had a fabulous fund of information of all kinds.

Doc contacted the Mounted station, and made known his identity.