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The fat man now made a remarkable series of gestures with his hands. These gestures were smallтАФsuch
casual movements as might be made unthinkingly by a man who was merely idling time away. He rubbed
thumb and forefinger together. He made various kinds of fists. He drummed soundlessly with his fingers.

All of these small gestures were made with lightning speed, and the group of men whom the fat fellow had
sighted saw them, and when they were finished, one went through the motion of adjusting his right coat
sleeve slightly.

The fat man's manner showed that the sleeve adjusting was a signal that his other pantomiming had been
understood.

The fat man now turned, picked up his black hat, put it on, went over to a mirror and tried three or four
grins before he got one which was particularly silly. With it fixed on his face, he opened the door and
admitted the excited pilot and his assistant. "What on earth has so excited you fellows?тАЭ he demanded
calmly.



THE men to whom the fat individual had signaled were no longer standing inactively. They had moved at
a fast walk toward the hangar where the passenger plane had been hauled. The noisy little caterpillar
tractor was still attached to the plane, and three field attendants were assisting in storing the air giant.

The attendants stared in surprise at the group to whom the fat man had signaled. The men had stalked
into the hangar without speaking.

There were six men in the group. They ranged from a young fellow who looked as if he might be a high
school student to a white-haired individual who looked as if he were past sixty. None of them wore
flashy clothing, but all were neat. Neither would any of them attract attention because of their garb. They
might have been a party of conservatively dressed business people. It was certain that all of their faces
were above the average in intelligence.

тАЬWhat do you want?тАЭ demanded one of the airport flunkies.

One of the six strangers coughed twice. It was obviously a signalтАФfor all six men drew revolvers and
pistols of various sizes and calibres.

тАЬSilence,тАЭ said the one who had coughed. тАЬWe want a lot of it, too!тАЭ

The attendant stuttered, тАЬW-w-what's t-t-the idea?тАЭ

тАЬTurn around,тАЭ directed the spokesman. Stand with your backs to us.тАЭ

The attendants complied, which was obviously the sensible thing to do.

Two of the six nice-looking strangers kept the attendants covered while the other four went to the plane,
opened the cabin door and scrambled inside. The plane, being large and high, could not be surveyed
from the level of the hangar floor. One of the attendants, turning his head, could not see what the four in
the ship were doing.