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"Do you know what caused the pop-eyed death?" Pat asked.

"No," Doc told her promptly.

"Then it must be mysterious," Pat murmured. "What am I to do?"
Doc Savage gave a brief synopsis of all that had occurred.

"Janko Sultman's business is running the Association of Physical Health," he finished. "I want you to scout
around there and see what you can turn up."

"Any suggestion about how I am to do it?" Pat asked.

"Use your own excellent judgment," Doc told her. "But watch out for a tough cop called Hardboiled
Humbolt."

"I've been reading about him in the newspapers," Pat smiled. "The new mayor put him in charge of
Manhattan to clean up. They say that this alone was enough to scare half the crooks out of town. He
must be a ripsnorter."

"He is all of that," Doc agreed. "He has already placed me under arrest."

"Goodness!" exploded Pat. "What for?"

"He endeavored to bulldoze information out of me," Doc said dryly. "Unluckily, he wanted to know
something that could not be divulged."

"What?"

"He tried to learn what connection Leander Court had with myself," Doc Savage said.

Pat's features suddenly became grim. "Listen, Doc, do you think some one could be trying - "

"It's too early to tell," the bronze man said. "And I've got to be moving."

THE armored roadster carried the bronze man south quietly and swiftly. He switched on the two-way
radio apparatus and Monk's small voice began coming from the speaker, making explanations.

"Me and Ham were in the street when we heard the noise of a silenced rifle and heard the bullet hit the
window," Monk stated. "We decided the shot must have come from the roof and we reasoned the
gunman would come out in the next block, so we barged around there and sure enough, a lad pops out.
He's a thin-looking egg with a face like one of them old Salem witches. He dived into a cab. It's him all
right. He's got his guns in the trombone case."

"Where are you now?" the bronze man inquired.

Monk replied with an address far downtown.

Doc Savage angled over to the west side of Manhattan Island, took the elevated express highway which
led southward, and eventually came out on Canal Street, where there were numberless trucks, taxicabs