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The red-headed girl shook her head determinedly.

"You walk behind me, Barton," she directed. "Here, take this. If he makes a break, youтАЩll have to shoot!"

MonkтАЩs small eyes bulged. The red-headed girl produced another automatic pistol. She pushed it into the
young manтАЩs hands.

"But lady, dag-gone it!" yelped Monk. "Whatcha think youтАЩre doinтАЩ? WhatтАЩs theтАФ"

"Shut up!" snapped the red-headed girl, emphatically. "Now you just march ahead of us up these stairs!
Barton, be sure about the safety catch! Perhaps Mr. Savage will like to see this hoodlum!"

There was a metallic click. Monk knew the sound of a safety catch on an automatic when he heard it. The
weapon had been shifted around to the back of his neck. It was no more reassuring there than it had been
against his throat.

MonkтАЩs short legs jerked. Step by step, he mounted toward the eighty-sixth floor. At the first corridor above,
which happened to be the eighty-fourth, the red-headed girl said, "Wait a minute!"

The automatic continued to bore into his neck. The girl said, "Barton, put this in your pocket!"

The object, Monk saw, was a hypodermic syringe. MonkтАЩs quick-working olfactory sense detected an odor.
He could detect any known chemical almost instantly by smell. His awkward body shivered.
For he had caught what might have been the odor of burned almonds. That hypo must contain hydrocyanic
acid.



THE door of Doc SavageтАЩs headquarters was of plain metal. No lock or knob appeared in view. It might have
been only an indentation in the wall. The red-headed girl halted, still prodding MonkтАЩs neck.

"Barton!" she said. "There must be a buzzer buttonтАФ"

She ceased speaking. The door was silently opening. At some other time, Monk would have enjoyed this
immensely. The electroscope mechanism in the door had been operated by radio control.

The red-headed girl breathed quickly, but recovered herself.

"Go on in!" she directed. "All right, Barton! You can put away your gun! I can handle him!"

Doc Savage was standing in the door of the library. Neither his features nor his eyes expressed any surprise.
But behind him loomed the sharp features of Ham, the lawyer. Ham let out a delighted yell.

"Now isnтАЩt that somethinтАЩ!" he said, sarcastically. "Lady, where did you catch it?"

"Doc" squawked Monk. "Willya tell this redhead to take that gun outta my neck! SheтАЩs likely to pull the
trigger!"

"Lady," drawled Ham, maliciously, "go on and pull it. YouтАЩll be doing the world a great service. IтАЩve always
said some one would get the ape, if he was permitted to run loose much longer."