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"Yep," said the cop. "That guy was bossing the snatch."

"The man seized was named John Acre?" Doc questioned.

"ThatтАЩs right," replied the policeman. "He got mad when they wouldnтАЩt let him in the club to see somebody.
He started yelling his name, claiming he had an appointment."

"Which way did they go?" Doc asked.

The bluecoat waved a vague arm. "Down one of these streets. I ainтАЩt sure which one. They fired some shots,
and everybody seems to have ducked."

Doc thanked the officer, then rolled the roadster to the Midas Club. He parked directly in front of the door. A
large sign said the space along the curb was reserved. That meant it was intended exclusively for use of the
gentlemen who had five million dollars in the bank.

A doorman came out, scowling blackly. His expression intimated that he intended to rout Doc in very brusque
fashion. However, when he got a look at the bronze man and the roadster, he underwent a striking change.
His scowl altered to the politest of smiles. He bowed so low that his gaudy uniform cap fell off. He caught it
and flushed in embarrassment.

Instead of ordering Doc away, he almost broke a leg in his haste to open the roadster door and usher the two
men from the car.

Doc and Monk entered the Midas Club.

Monk noted that the door of the club did not open at DocтАЩs approach.

"ThereтАЩs one you havenтАЩt got trained," he grinned.

They rode an elevator to the top floor, strode down a corridor carpeted as richly as DocтАЩs own office, and
punched a doorbell.

The door opened.

Monk took one look inside. He emitted a resounding groan, and covered his eyes dramatically with his
hands.

"Take it away!" He wailed in mock agony. "ItтАЩs so flashy itтАЩs hurting my eyes. ItтАЩs going to blind me!"

Through the door swung the end of a slender black cane. Monk ceased his dramatics and dodged. The cane
barely missed connecting with his head.

The man with the cane stepped out as if to take a fresh swing. He was a slender man, thin-waisted as a
wasp. He had a sharp nose and a pair of intent eyes. They were the eyes of a quick thinker.

The outstanding thing about the fellow was his clothing. His garb was the absolute ultra in sartorial perfection.
Ham was famous for his clothes, wearing them with a grace that could hardly be duplicated.