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"Leander Court," he murmured. "I am ,,sorry, genteelmans, but dod name I not hear before. Never.

"Ever see him before?" the bronze man asked, and indicated dead Leander Court.

Sultman shook an emphatic, "Never!" Hardboiled Humbolt, scowling at Doc Savage, monopolizing the
questioning, strode forward so that he was between the bronze man and Janko Sultman.

"The telephone girl says Leander Court came in and said he had an appointment with you and was to
wait in your private office," Hardboiled rumbled.

"Dot mystifies me," said Sultman. "Der man I have never seen before, believe you me."

Hardboiled shifted his sneaker-clad feet as if they hurt him, and said loudly, "Nobody seems to know a
thing around here - except you." He glared at Doc Savage.

The bronze man nodded at the door from which the frosted glass was broken. "Mind if I try something?"

"Some of this snappy scientific detective stuff I hear you're so good at?" Hardboiled growled.

"Something like that," Doc admitted.

"All right," Hardboiled told him. "But before you start, let's get one thing straight."

"What?"

"You're under technical arrest on a charge of concealing evidence," said Hardboiled.

Every one except Doc Savage looked extremely surprised, and the bronze man asked quietly, "Just what
sort of evidence am I hiding?"

Hardboiled jabbed a hand at plump Leander Court's bullet-riddled body. "Why is this guy wearing that
identification disk?"

Doc Savage, seeming not to hear the question, said, "Let's look over the office where Leander Court
waited."
Hardboiled swore, growled, "You're gonna find I'm not a healthy guy to kid along, big fellow," and led
the way into the office from which Leander Court had smashed his way.

FROM a pocket, Doc Savage drew a small metal canister which had a perforated top. He twisted the lid
so that the perforations were open, pepperbox fashion. Next, he pulled the shades over the locked
window, causing gloom to descend upon the room. Outside, it was late afternoon of the first chilly day of
fall.

Tilting the container, Doc Savage shook it. Liquid flame seemed to pour out and settle to the floor. 'rile
stuff was a powder which glowed like phosphorus.

Settling upon the floor, the stuff ceased to glow, except for certain spots which bore the shape of
footprints.