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lobby window. Monk and Ham slammed down beside him. A shotgun roared again.

They took a chance and looked outside. Three of the men who had been under the fruit in the carts were
using shotguns. The other three were clambering inside the baggage truck.

"They're after your baggage, Doc!" Monk grunted.

"So it seems," the bronze man admitted.

"Why?" asked Monk, whose voice, in repose, was small and childlike.

"I cannot imagine," Doc replied.

Ham squinted at the bronze man. "You haven't been cooking something up, Doc?"

"Certainly not," Doc told him. "This came out of a clear sky. I haven't the slightest idea of what it is
about."

Monk grunted noisily and fished inside the folds of the sheet from which he had made his breech cloth.
He brought out two metallic eggs which he had grabbed when he first heard the shooting.

"I'll lay one of these out there and see what effect it has," he said, small-voiced.
He sailed the grenade through a window from which the glass had been shot, it hit a palm tree in just
exactly such a way that it caromed under the rear of the baggage truck and burst.

The gunmen with the black grease paint on their features promptly whipped compact gas masks from
under their coats and donned them.

"Hah!" Ham sneered at Monk. "A lot of good you did!"

"Hah!" Monk jeered back at him. "Watch and see!"

One of the truck attackers stepped boldly into the acrid cloud of gas fumes, seemingly confident that his
mask would prove effective. He got a surprise. He seemed to double up with a great sneeze which blew
the mask mouthpiece out of his teeth. An instant later-and the other two working in the truck rear began
to sneeze and reel about. In their agony, they tore their masks off.

"Hah!" Monk nudged Ham "What do you think of that? My own special product, that gas. There isn't a
mask made that is effective against it."

"Rats," Ham said. "Look!"

The truck attackers were running away.

THREE attackers that were blinded were helped by the three that were unaffected by Monk's gas, and
these six co├╢perated in carrying the two who had been dropped by Doc Savage's mercy bullets.

Monk, greatly excited, bounded out with some idea of making an attack. The pig, Habeas Corpus,
followed him.