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Benson exhibited displeasure. тАЬI hate to do that. This after all may be of no importance.тАЭ

Miss Clayton was determined. тАЬWe're going to tell him about the counterfeit tickets,тАЭ she insisted.

тАЬIt couldn't be,тАЭ suggested Benson, тАЬthat you just want an excuse to meet Doc Savage?тАЭ

тАЬCould be,тАЭ said Miss Clayton.



ON Fifty-sixth Street, which is a one-way street going east, they stopped for the traffic light at Fifth
Avenue, and a sedan drew alongside. The sedan was dark grey in color. The sedan's rear door opened,
two men got out, and one of these opened the front door of the cab and said to the driver, тАЬSlide over,
bub!тАЭ Simultaneously he showed the driver something.

The driver's, тАЬHey, what d'ya thinkтАФтАЭ died at that point, and he gazed in terror at what the man was
showing him. He slid over. The man got behind the wheel.

The other man jerked open the cab's rear door. He got in.

тАЬThis cab is taken, fellow!тАЭ Doctor Benson snapped.

тАЬIt's share-the-ride night, hadn't you heard?тАЭ the man said coldly.

Enraged, Doctor Benson started to lunge forward with his fist clubbed. Then he froze. The stranger had
displayed a revolver of ominous proportions.

The cab got moving. The sedan fell in behind. The doings had escaped notice on the street, apparently.

The man who had joined them so ominously was a long, blond young man with a full-featured
Scandinavian look, well-dressed in blue suit, white shirt, neatly shined black shoes and socks with a faint
red clock of dashes. He wore shiny, dark leather gloves.

He told Miss Clayton, тАЬI hope you aren't a screamer by nature.тАЭ

Miss Clayton stared at him wordlessly. She was more shocked than scared. Actually, fright hadn't yet
had a chance to take hold of her.

The Scandinavian-looking young man added, тАЬIt's much too quiet a night on Fifth Avenue for a scream
ended by a shot, don't you think?тАЭ

Benson blurted, тАЬWhat's the meaning of this?тАЭ

тАЬSit still, Doctor Benson,тАЭ the young man said. тАЬBetter clasp your hands behind your neck. Don't raise
them. Just clasp them behind your neck. We want this to look natural, you know.тАЭ

тАЬYou know my name!тАЭ Benson exploded.
тАЬWhy, of course, Doctor. Will you clasp your hands as I suggested, please?тАЭ