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means here for scientific investigation. In addition, as the man of bronze had entered, the
doors of smooth, chrome steel closed him in. No locks appeared on these doors. But their
electroscopic fastenings made them possible of opening only to Doc and his five
companions in adventure.

Doc first dusted the card bearing the mysterious message. The distinct imprints of a thumb
and forefinger appeared. The card was a trifle grimy. The hand delivering it had been that of
a man who worked. The soiled spots had a brownish tinge.

The bronze man dropped a colorless liquid upon these spots. The reagent brought out a
definite greenish color.
For the time, Doc made no further tests. He had arrived at one conclusion which was
significant. The hands placing the card in his pocket had been those of a working chemist.



THE bronze man placed the card carefully in a glass case. The voice of a man was
speaking from the library adjoining the laboratory. It was fretful and complaining.
"You danged shyster! I waited where you said, but you didnтАЩt show up! Dag-gonit, you wonтАЩt
get the chance to stand me up again!"

The speaker was Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett Mayfair. His voice was shrill and
childlike. But his appearance was that of an ungainly ape covered with reddish-brown hair.
Because of this, he was known as "Monk." He was one of the worldтАЩs leading industrial
chemists.
Monk had been speaking into the telephone. The man he had called a shyster was
Brigadier General Theodore Marley Brooks, otherwise known as "Ham." He was the legal
luminary of Doc SavageтАЩs group.

Hearing MonkтАЩs voice, Doc Savage removed the card from the glass case. He came into
the library and laid the card on the table before Monk.

"I received this about three hours ago," Doc stated. "Those greenish spots were brown."
Monk touched the edge of the card.

"The No. 7 reagent brought out the green."

Then he named a little-known chemical which had an acid reaction.
"That is correct, Monk," the bronze man approved. "The card was placed in my pocket."

A huge man with a melancholy face peered at the card and frowned solemnly. He was
Colonel John Renwick, the engineer of the group. The hand "Renny" extended toward the
card lacked little being the size of a ham. He read the words gloomily.
"Union Exchange, huh?"

The third man in the library said, "ThatтАЩs over in Jersey. And every time we have business
with Jersey there is trouble."
This man had an unhealthy pallor. He was small, compared to the others. But many larger
men had been sharply surprised by his strength and fighting ability.