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a hand inside his stratosphere suit to an armpit where was holstered a machine pistol of DocтАЩs own design.

"Leave it there!"

The voice came from behind Ham, and sounded as if the speaker were delivering the words entirely through
his nose.

Ham raised his hands, not too briskly, then came around to face the door. The stranger was standing half
across the sill of the door, one foot in and one foot out, as if ready to go in either direction. His gun was a
small cannon, the kind of weapon with which Mr. Colt had cornered the frontier trade when men liked their
hardware substantial to the eye. The gun did not waver.

The man behind the weapon had the face of a beet and the neck of a turkey. So far as could be seen; there
were only two teeth in his mouth; one was in the upper jaw, the other directly below it, and they were
tobacco-stained until they resembled a pair of mahogany pegs.

"TheyтАЩve got it!" this strange-looking individual said to some one out of sight behind him. "You can come in
and get it!"

The one who had been spoken to was a womanтАФa girl, in her early twenties. She was very beautiful.

It was not her clothing that made her such. She wore carelessly a nondescript felt hat, leather jacket, and
one of those rough and ready tweed skirts which look as if they wrap around.
Evidently she had definite ideas about what she wanted. She walked soundlessly in tennis shoes, reached
Monk, and snatched the leather document case from under his arm.

"HereтАЩs a tip!" she snapped. "Clear out, see? Get back on that airship and go around the world, or
something!"

She had a nice enough voice.

Monk growled, "Just whatтАЩs the big idea?"

The girl eyed him intently. "You know what youтАЩre mixing into?"

"No!" Monk exclaimed heartily.

"Fine!" said the girl. "Maybe you wonтАЩt be killed."

"Haw!" Monk jeered. "Am I scared!"

"You would be," the girl snapped, "if you knew just what you are running up againstтАФ"

"Get movinтАЩ!" advised the man with the beet face and turkey neck.

Carrying the document case, the girl began to back toward the door.

Then the red-faced, turkey-necked individual holding the gun got a surprise of his own. A voice gritted behind
him.