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"Go ahead and send it, so Doc Savage will not get suspicious," ordered the whisperer. "Louis Tester will
never get near Colonel Renwick."

"Who is Colonel Renwick, chief?"

"Doc Savage has five men who are his assistants. Colonel Renwick is one of them."

"Oh!"

The whisperer commanded, "And after you get the messages sent, clear out of there before the cable
company gets wise that two fake clerks are on duty there."

"O. K., chief. What about that girl?"

"I am taking measures about the girl."

"O. K. So long, chief."

This terminated the telephone conversation. The two phony clerks went about the business of sending the
fake message to Louis Tester, directing him to find the schooner Innocent.

"
The chief will have men on the schooner to grab him, I guess," said one clerk.
They had evidently once worked in a cable office, these two, for they knew how the messages were
transmitted over the teletypes. But they could have been a little more skillful.

They sent Colonel RenwickтАЩs message as Doc Savage had filed it. Then they exchanged more whispers.

"We better blow, now," said one.

"O. K.," agreed the other.

They walked out.

"Gonna get a cup oтАЩ coffee," one told the policeman, laconically. The cop swallowed that, and let them go.

They walked boldly down the street, then turned into a side thoroughfare.

"That was simple," said one.

"Sure, it was," agreed the other. "Brother, we fooled this Doc Savage plenty!"

"The bronze guy ainтАЩt up to that reputation of his."

"Yeah. HeтАЩs overrated."

Then something happened to them. It was as if the wall of the building had fallen on them. Only the hard
things which struck them were not bricks, but fists. Before either could more than squawk in agony, they
were battered down to the sidewalk.