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floor, but on the twentieth.

Hickey nudged Nancy.

"Hey," he whispered. "They musta let us out in the wrong place. This looks like the training ground for a
circus."

Hickey was referring to two rather remarkable-looking men, and two animals.

One of the men was extremely short, wide, homely and hairy. His appearance was strikingly like that of
an ape, although his homeliness had a pleasant quality. It might have been pleasant because he was so
extremely ugly.

The other man lean-waisted, dapperly dressedтАФattired in the height of sartorial perfection, in factтАФwith
the wide, mobile mouth of an orator. He held a black cane across his knees.

These two men were glaring at each other. If appearances were any indication, they were on the verge of
a fight.

"Listen, Ham, you overdressed shyster lawyer," said the apish man grimly. "I didnтАЩt ask you to eat
breakfast at my apartment. Anyway, I been cooking them breakfasts for years, and nobody has
complained before."

"Probably," said the dapper man, "because dead men tell no tales."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Well, something gave me a bellyache right after that breakfast."

"It was one of the blasted cigars of yours," said the homely man.

The other scowled. "Listen," he said. "Those cigars are all right. I only smoke quarter cigars."

"After somebody else has smoked the other three quarters, I bet," the homely man suggested.

Hickey Older stood there grinning, hoping the fight would commence.

It was hard for Hickey to decide which was the more remarkable, the intense disgust with which the two
men were glaring at each other, or the two animals which reposed sleepily on the desks.

One of the animals was a pig, a small-bodied animal with long legs and large, winglike ears.

The other animal was some species of chimpanzee or baboon, its principal claim for fame being that it
looked almost exactly like the homely man.

The homely manтАЩs small twinkling eyes suddenly discovered Nancy. He forgot all about his quarrel,
sprang to his feet, and approached.

"IтАЩm Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett Mayfair," he announced. "Call me Monk. Everybody does."