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the size of those used to carry home-movie cameras. He carried it as they ran to the coup├й, on the
windows of which the prizefighter individual had been seen to writeтАФyet had left no visible traces of
writing.

тАЬHold the lantern case, Monk,тАЭ directed the dapper man.

The gorillalike тАЬMonkтАЭтАФLieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett MayfairтАФtook the leather case. Ham
manipulated the device which he had extracted, an apparatus outwardly resembling a small,
old-fashioned magic lantern. He turned it on the coup├й window, threw a switch on the apparatus.

The lantern itself threw no visible light. But upon the glass of the car window lettering appeared. It was
very faint, almost indistinguishable in the sunlight, a nebulous tracery of eerie, electric blue. Not without
some squinting difficulty, Monk read it:

Follow and keep out of sight.

There was no signature, but the writing itself was so distinctive that it needed no signature; it was
machine-perfect.

Neither Monk nor Ham commented on the manner in which the message had been brought out. Ham
switched off the lanternтАФit was in reality a projector of тАЬblack light,тАЭ or ultra-violet light which was
invisible to the naked eye, but which had the property of making certain substances glow, or fluoresce.

The writing on the glass had been done with a chalk which left no visible mark, but only a tracing which
would glow when subjected to the ultra-violet beam

тАЬThings are looking up,тАЭ grinned the small-voiced Monk.

тАЬCome on you missing link!тАЭ Ham told him unkindly.

The tone was insulting but it seemed to make no impression on the homely Monk. They turned toward
their car.

From down the road came a series of distant rapping sounds.

тАЬShots!тАЭ Monk squeaked.



Chapter III. NO CHANCES
THE dapper Ham seemed to be a little faster on his feet, although the apish Monk moved with fantastic
speed for one of such grotesque physique. Ham reached their car first, whipped open the door and dived
for the wheel.
Out of the car came a loud, displeased squeal. There was a flurry of movement. A pig which had been in
the front seat shot over onto the rear cushions. The pig had enormous ears, and as he jumped, the ears
had the appearance of wings. The shote was long-legged, lean-bodied, incredibly ugly.

Monk, rumbling angrily, sent out one huge hand and closed it about the dapper Ham's throat.

тАЬYou kicked Habeas Corpus!тАЭ he gritted. тАЬI gotta notion to see how easy your head comes off!тАЭ