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The desk drawers were hanging out, the papers in them birdnests of confusion.
Other papers were on the floor.
"Grandfather left in a hurry!" Nancy Quietman gasped, explaining a scene that
spoke for itself.
"Would you give me your permission to make an investigation, Miss Quietman?" Doc
Savage asked quietly.
"You think something is wrong?"
"Manifestly," Doc said. "First, the call for bodyguards, then the attempted
kidnaping, now this."
"Go ahead with your investigation!" the girl said, vehemently. "This whole thing
is as strange asЧas that monster!"
Doc SavageТs investigation was interesting. First, he visited his car, and
returned with a small metal case on which were some knobs which were like those
on ordinary radio sets.
"A device which howls when any metal is brought near it," the bronze man
explained.
Doc now moved the contrivance about the room, keeping near the walls. It howled.
He located a spot in the wall where it howled very loudly.
The wall, of wood paneling, looked solid at that point; but after the bronze man
had worked on it a bit, a secret door came open. This revealed a safe door.
"Know the combination?" the bronze man asked.
"I didnТt even know the safe was there!" the girl exclaimed.
Doc then opened the safe door.

HAD the bronze man unexpectedly moved a wall with a hand wave, the old butlerТs
eyes would not have come nearer jumping out of their receptacles. He emitted a
great croak of astonishment.
But Doc Savage was already taking a bundle out of the safe. There seemed to be
nothing else in the safe. The bundle was letters, some new and some old.
Riffling them like cards, the bronze man inspected the dates. The most ancient
was about ten years old, the newest only a few weeks. All were addressed to
Leander L. Quietman.
Not a letter bore a return address.
Doc started to pluck out the contents of a missive.
"Your permission?" he asked the girl.
"You have it."
Doc spread the letter out. It read:
I am killing myself to-night. I hope that will satisfy you!
There was no signature.
The second letter read:
Hitherto I have been the exemplification of skepticism about things after this
life. Perhaps atheism was my failing perhaps only a lack of contemplation. But I
have changed, and now I know there is a hell, and that it is expressly for the
likes of you!
That one was not signed either.
The next one threatened:
I have made up my mind. I shall kill you!
No signature.
The fourth:
For heavenТs sake, will you relent? I am ruined, but you continue to wreak your