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Morgan took hold of his lip with his teeth, very tightly.

"The newspapers are referring to them as invisible boxes," Doc added.

MorganтАЩs paleness, trembling and strained breathing had all combined until he now looked and acted like
a man about to fall into fragments.
Doc Savage made what was obviously his final statement in his summary.

"All of the mysteriously dead men," he said, "happened to be acquaintances of yours, Mr. Morgan. That
is a matter which the police were not fortunate enough to discover."

The white-haired man broke.



FOR something more than five minutes, he alternately sobbed, clenched and unclenched his fists, or
pounded wildly on the desk in front of him. He jumped up, or attempted to do so several times, as if he
wanted to run screaming from the place. In each case, Doc Savage restrained him.

But finally, he said, "I am only Uncle Joe Morgan. Why should anyone want to do such things to me?"

Doc Savage took a chair, the uncomfortable one. His eyes, which had been narrowed, seemed to relax,
so that the lids widened. His eyes were like pools of flake gold stirred by tiny winds.

"So you do know something about the affair," he said.

Uncle Joe Morgan shuddered. It was the fifteenth time, at least, that he had shuddered. But this time he
did it violently.

"I am a gentle man," he said.

"I have no enemies because I am not an ambitious man." He moved a hand vaguely, indicating his office.
"I make a very modest living, dealing in low-priced, but sound, stocks, bonds and commodities. I have
no bad habits. My only hobby is boating, and practically my only piece of property is a small schooner
which I own."

Doc Savage studied him.

"Which is all preliminary to your saying what?" he asked.

Uncle Joe Morgan swallowed with great difficulty. "I have realized the coincidence of each of those men
being an acquaintance of mine," he said. "And it has frightened me. As far as I know, those men who
have died have had no connection with each other, except that they knew me!"

"Which means?"

"I . . . I would give everything to know. All I own." Uncle Joe Morgan clenched his hands. "I mean that."

Doc Savage indicated the cellophane box. "Seeing that box disturbed you a great deal."