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He grinned faintly, examined me with more interest, and whistled his approval brazenly. тАЬIf I thought
being sensible would get me anywhere with youтАФтАЭ

тАЬThere's a man dead,тАЭ I said.

тАЬUh-huh. It happens everyтАФтАЭ He paused, his head jutted forward and down and turned sidewise. тАЬYou
levelling?тАЭ

тАЬHe's dead.тАЭ

тАЬNatural death?тАЭ

тАЬI wouldn't say so.тАЭ

тАЬWhere?тАЭ

тАЬHere in theтАФI can't get used to calling this silly-ranch a hotel,тАЭ I said. тАЬHis name was Loring. Waldo
Loring.тАЭ

He nodded and said, тАЬOh, that. Yes, I heard one of the guests had been killed in an accident.тАЭ

Accident. That was right. That was what the hotel had said it was, which was about the only normal thing
I had seen about the hostelry so farтАФhoping to make their guests think a murder hadn't been committed.
So they had said it had been an accident.

тАЬThe accident,тАЭ I said, тАЬwas an Indian warclub. It happened several times to his head. There was quite a
change made.тАЭ

He considered this, and there were some subtle changes in his manner, somewhat as if a racehorse had
heard the rattle of fast hoofbeats.

тАЬNow I want to talk to Doc Savage,тАЭ I said.

тАЬI'm Monk Mayfair. I'm Doc's right hand and catch-all. Won't I do?тАЭ

тАЬListen I've told youтАФтАЭ
тАЬOh, all right, but you'll just get tossed into the wastebasket, and I'm the latter. Doc is on a vacation out
here.тАЭ He paused and looked at me thoughtfully. тАЬI guess you won't be satisfied until he tells you that
himself, though.тАЭ

He went away, leaving me in the living room of a suite which was clearly one of the larger ones. I looked
around for a stuffed buffalo or the equivalent, and was peering behind things when Monk Mayfair
reappeared and asked dryly. тАЬYou hunting something?тАЭ

тАЬStuffed bison,тАЭ I said. тАЬBut I suppose you'll do for a substitute.тАЭ

After he scratched his head without thinking of a reply, he escorted me into another room where Doc
Savage was making a coffee table and room-service breakfast look small by sitting before them.