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The dapper Ham said, "HeтАЩs got a wife and thirteen half-witted children who call him pappy, in case he
forgets to mention it."

Monk looked injured. As a matter of fact, this was precisely the lie he had been getting ready to tell
about his companion, Ham Brooks. Or Brigadier General Theodore Marley Brooks, one of the most
eminent lawyersтАФwhen he took time out from adventuring to work at itтАФwho had ever been graduated
from Harvard.

Ham finished the introductions. The pig was Habeas Corpus, MonkтАЩs pet. The chimp was Chemistry,
HamтАЩs own pet.

"WeтАЩre looking for Doc Savage," said Hickey Older.

"YouтАЩre on the right track," Monk said. "All you got to do is convince us itтАЩs something worth bothering
Doc about. WeтАЩre the filtering committee."

"Yes," Ham said. "Monk questions the men, and I interrogate the ladies."

"HeтАЩs got it backward," Monk said indignantly.

Hickey Older put his fists on his hips.

"Now listen, pals," he said. "LetтАЩs come down to earth and talk sense. IтАЩve heard of both of you, and
youтАЩre big shots at your professions." He pointed at Monk. "YouтАЩre one of the greatest living industrial
chemists." He pointed at Ham. "YouтАЩre a big lawyer." Hickey pointed at both of them. "Now we come
up here on business, so letтАЩs stop kidding around and get down to brass tacks."
"He sounds tough," Monk remarked.

Ham looked at Hickey OlderтАЩs wide shoulders, beamy arms, sturdy wrists, thick neck, square young jaw
and confident eyes.

"He is tough," Ham said. "You shut up, Monk, before you get hurt."

"Nancy, here," said Hickey Older, "has got something to tell you that looks kind of mysterious. She
figured Doc Savage should know about it."

DOC SAVAGE was a giant of a man, yet so symmetrically proportioned that one had to stand close to
realize just how powerful he was. His skin had a deep bronze tint that had been given by tropical suns,
his hair was a bronze hue only slightly darker, and his eyes were like pools of flake-gold, always stirred
by tiny winds. Remarkably penetrating eyes, magnetic. He spoke with a low, well-modulated voice that
gave the impression of capacity for intense power and flexibility.

"Gosh!" said Nancy.

Hickey Older frowned at her. HeтАЩd heard Nancy say gosh that way before, usually when she saw a male
movie star.

Monk said, "Their story sounded as if it might have something, Doc. So I brought them up."

The bronze man nodded, asked a few questions in a quiet, friendly voice. He found out the occupations