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it was a wonder some one had not taken to stealing the New York City police
stations.
Whatever the cops thought about this, they were polite enough not to say. Doc
Savage and the young woman walked out on the street.
The newsboy was still there, yelling the headlines. Doc bought a paper. When he
opened it, black type was big on the page.
GRAND JURY FAILS TO INDICT MAYFAIR!
"Awful Miscarriage of Justice," District Attorney Says.
Nancy Quietman said, "I suppose you have dismissed that man, Andrew Blodgett
Mayfair, or Monk, as he is called, from your organization?"
"I have," Doc said quietly.
The girl nodded approvingly.
"It was terrible, the way he swindled that poor lawyer, Theodore Marley
BrooksЧHam, as he is nicknamed," the girl said.
Nancy Quietman, in referring to the swindle mentioned in the newspapers, was
talking about a scandal that had started the politicians in Washington howling,
and which had turned collective Wall Street as pale as a ghost. The politicians
were claiming it proved the laws governing Wall Street were too lax, and Wall
Street was afraid of what the politicians would do.
Andrew Blodgett "Monk" Mayfair had cleverly swindled Brigadier General Theodore
Marley "Ham" Brooks, noted war veteran, out of three million dollars, reducing
Ham to a pauper. Poor, impoverished Ham had attempted to take his own life.
On the other hand, the rapscallion Monk boasted that everything had been
perfectly legal, and apparently it had, because they were still trying to get
him in jail.
Doc Savage had ejected Monk from his organization and publicly branded any one
who would commit such a swindle as a type of rascal which was not doing the
country any good.
The method by which Monk had perpetrated his swindle on Ham was a bit too
complicated in its legal aspects for an average citizen to understand.
"Your grandfather may have gone home," Doc told the girl.
"I live at grandfatherТs house," she said. "Would you care to accompany me there
and perhaps talk with him?"
The bronze man accepted the invitation.

THE Leander L. Quietman mansion bore more resemblance to a church than to a
home. It was an old-timer, and situated on an uptown eminence overlooking the
Hudson River.
A butler in exactly the correct attire opened the door.
"Your grandfather just left, Miss Quietman," he said, when asked about Leander
L. Quietman.
"So he got back safe!" the girl exclaimed happily.
The elderly butler adjusted his eyeglasses. "Your grandfather took his bags,
miss. He asked me to tell you he might be gone for some time."
"Where did he go?"
"He didnТt say, miss."
"ThatТs queer," Nancy Quietman said, and looked worried for a few moments. Then
she smiled at Doc Savage. "Would you like to have coffee with me?"
They entered a room which she explained was her grandfatherТs laboratory.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, looking around. "WhatЧwhatЧ"