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тАЬYou also mentioned a nightmare last night during which you thought Glacia had left the bedroom.тАЭ

тАЬI'm not sure about that.тАЭ

тАЬI would mention it to the police anyway,тАЭ Doc Savage said. тАЬThe warclub. The nightmare. Both items.тАЭ

тАЬI'm mentioning them to you,тАЭ I said uneasily. тАЬIsn't that enough?тАЭ

тАЬI hardly think so.тАЭ

I slapped the coffee cup down on the table. Some of the coffee sloshed out. I jumped up. тАЬYou mean
you're not going to help me?тАЭ

тАЬHelp you?тАЭ His bronze face registered a great deal of astonishment, all for me. тАЬGood Lord! This is a
matter for the local sheriff. A murder. Why should I be involved? Particularly when I'm on vacation.тАЭ

Why should I involve him? A question of great logic. I could look a long way and not find an answer. But
he had sat there for fifteen minutes and let me recite my troubles, and so I told him just what I thought
about it. My thoughts of the moment, worded just the way they came to me.

тАЬMy, my,тАЭ said Monk Mayfair. тАЬLanguage.тАЭ

тАЬSo you two let me in here and big-shot me!тАЭ I said. тАЬI don't know why I didn't expect that, but I didn't.
All rightтАФI've entertained you for a quarter-hour. Now you can go ahead and enjoy your day without
further help from me.тАЭ

Doc Savage did not say anything. He was examining the inside of this coffee cup, and his neck seemed a
little deeper bronze.

Monk Mayfair got up hastily, said, тАЬMote, you seem to be a capable article, and I wouldn't want you
toтАФтАЭ

тАЬWith that funny face,тАЭ I yelled at him, тАЬYou don't really need all those wisecracks. You're hilarious
enough without them!тАЭ

I left them. There was a chair in my way, and I kicked that. The door was too heavy to slam well, but I
gave it a good try.



Chapter IV
THERE was a tall sunburned man wearing dungarees and a checkered shirt in front of the door of the
suite in which Glacia's Uncle Waldo Loring had died.

тАЬWhat body?тАЭ he said. He listened to me explain that I knew about the body because I was an employee
of the dead man's niece. Then he said, тАЬOh. I see. Well, what do you want to know?тАЭ

He had a deputy sheriff's badge pinned to the pocket of his shirt. From the same pocket dangled the
paper tab on the end of the string that was attached to his tobacco sack. He had been holding a stick of