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of the two young people. Hickey Older was a supervisor of some kind of a big laundry, a position to
which he had advanced from driving a truck.

Nancy produced the pad of prescription blanks from Dr. Samuel HarmonyтАЩs office. She also had
brought the newspaper with the stabbed-through picture.

Doc held the pad to the light, read what had been written on it. He glanced at the picture.

He listened to Nancy tell about Dr. Samuel HarmonyтАЩs "fainting" spell and his sudden determination to
take a vacation.

"I donтАЩt think he fainted at all," said Nancy. "And I think he closed up his office and went away because
he was scared."

Hickey Older cleared his throat to get attention, and carefully extracted from one pocket some small
object which was wrapped in paper. He unrolled the paper, dropped a blob of lead in the bronze manтАЩs
palm.

"HereтАЩs the bullet," he said. "I dug it out of the wall of the office."

"The bullet which was fired at Nancy when she was talking to you?" Doc Savage inquired.

" Yep."

"Just what had you said prior to the bullet being fired?" Doc asked.

Nancy put a finger on her lower lip while she remembered.

"Well, I guess I had told Hickey about just everything," she said. "And I was just saying that I thought I
would go see Doc Savage. ThenтАФ bang! The bullet come through the window." She opened her purse
and showed some strands of hair. "It came so close that it cut some of my hair," she added. "Look."
The homely Monk was not looking at the hair; he was gazing approvingly at the girl.

"Looks as if," said Monk, "somebody tried to pot-shoot her to keep her from coming to see us."

Doc nodded thoughtfully.

"Where did the bullet come from?" he asked.

"I figured that out," volunteered Hickey Older. "It came from a window across the street. You see, this
Harmony guy had big, airy offices with a lot of windows in each room. It would have been easy for
somebody across the street to spot Nancy as she was talking on the telephone to me."

"But," wailed Nancy, "how did the watcher know what I was talking about?"

Doc Savage said, "Well, we can only surmise the answer to that. But Dr. Samuel Harmony wrote
warnings to his friends, instead of telephoning them. That indicates that perhaps he had the suspicion that
his telephone wire was tapped. If so, and the eavesdropper on the tapped wire was located in a room
across the street, it would naturally explain what happened."