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"Hardening of the arteries," Doc said.

"Oh!"



BILL BROWDER met them at the cottage door.

"Thanks, Snooker," he said to the man who had brought Doc.

Snooker went away, vanished in the night.

Bill Browder said, "Mr. Savage, IтАЩm delighted and flattered."
Doc Savage said, "Where do you get your fat metabolism, Mr. Browder? Do you get it by retorting
quinine?"

Bill Browder hesitated.

"Why, yes, I use that method," he said. "ItтАЩs an old method, but I use lots of old ones."

Doc SavageтАЩs flake-gold eyes became a little more animated.

"That method," he said, "would be a new one. It would be more than that. It would be amazing."

Bill BrowderтАЩs jaw fell. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that fat metabolism and retorting and quinine havenтАЩt the slightest possible connection with each
other," Doc Savage told him. "Which would automatically prove that you know nothing whatever about
medical research. So you would not be able to tell whether a rat had arteriosclerosis. I doubt if you
would recognize a diabetic rat as such."

Bill Browder swallowed. "You didnтАЩt take long to trick me," he said.

Doc SavageтАЩs flake-gold eyes were intent on Browder.

"If you contemplate any ventures with that gun Snooker mentioned," he said, "you might give it a second
thought."

Browder licked his lips. "I was not thinking of that, I assure you."

Doc Savage said nothing.

Bill Browder blinked, changed his weight from one foot to another. He looked more and more
uncomfortable.

He took a gun out of his coat pocket and handed it to Doc Savage.

"Here," he said. "Take it. I donтАЩt want you to get the wrong idea about me. Now that youтАЩre here, IтАЩm
probably safe without a gun, anyway."