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up.
Doc Savage went back to the alley between the museum buildings where he had left
old Leander L. Quietman.
The girl who had been such an interested observer of the excitement was not in
sight. She was, it developed, concealed just inside the mouth of the alley. She
showed Doc the business end of a small ladyТs pistol when he walked into the
alley.

"YOU will put up your hands," she said, and shook a little.
"Miss Quietman," Doc Savage said. "Sure you are not making a mistake?"
She widened her eyes at him. "You know me?"
"You are Nancy Quietman."
She snapped, "That makes no difference! Get your hands up!"
Doc Savage appeared not to hear the order. "Changed your mind or something?"
"What do you mean?"
"It was you who asked me to try to help your grandfather, who was in trouble.
You wrote me a letter."
"Oh!" Nancy Quietman lowered her gun. "You are Doc Savage! IТm sorry. I did not
know you."
"I am glad," Doc told her.
She showed surprise. "Glad that any one should not recognize you?"
"Publicity," the bronze man said, "is very bad for any one doing such work as
myself and my aids do. Now, what is your grandfatherТs trouble? Your letter gave
no details."
"I do not know," Nancy Quietman said. "He has suddenly become terribly worried
about something. He hired bodyguards, and got the police to assign detectives to
guard him."
"What excuse did he give the police?"
"Merely that he was scared."
Doc questioned, "You have no other clue?"
"No," Nancy Quietman said. "Unless it is this: I heard grandfather muttering
over and over, Сthe twenty-third! I am to be the twenty-third!Т He said it did
not mean anything when I asked him about it."
She was silent, looking, at the bronze man. Finally, the girl shuddered.
"Was it real?" she asked. "Has any one ever heard of it before?"
The bronze man did not answer.
"Your grandfather?" Doc Savage asked finally.
"I found him in the tool shed," Nancy Quietman said. "He was yelling. One of the
groundkeepers let him out."
"We might talk to him," Doc said, and walked into the alley between the museum
buildings.
But old Leander Quietman was not there.
Some groundkeepers and a few curiosity-seekers stood around and looked puzzled.
"He left," they explained, "in a hurry."

Chapter III. THE THREAT LETTERS
DOC SAVAGE and Nancy Quietman hurriedly entered the museum. They found the
phalanx of guards blissfully unaware that anything had happened to Leander
Quietman.
"Those men probably doubled back and seized him!" the girl said, and added that