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Doc was glad when the cab got moving. "what did you hit him with?" he asked Pat.



"My six-shooter," she said.



"It's a wonder you didn't brain him. It was about as subtle as shooting a sparrow with a cannon."



Pat wasn't impressed.



Monk jerked off the red-headed man's brown gloves. The fellow's hands were lean and strong, but there was nothing unusual about them. Monk was disappointed. "Thought he might be wearing gloves to cover up a scar or birthmark or something."



Pat began going through the red-headed man's clothing. She found quite a lot of money-paper money and metal, French, Swiss, Portuguese, Spanish and German-and that was all. There was nothing but money in the man's pockets.



Pat looked for suit labels and found none. She pointed out that it was obviously a tailor-made suit, and there should have been labels. She did not sound discouraged.



Monk fanned through the man's roll of money admiringly. "He sure goes well-heeled. Who do you suppose he is?"



Pat looked at Doc Savage. "What I'm wondering is why we grabbed him. Doc, don't you think you'd better tell us what this is all about?"



Doc told their driver in Portuguese, "Drive out through the Alcantara Valley."



Pat continued to watch him. Finally she said, "Come on, Doc. Let's have some information."



He said, "Now isn't the best time for that," and glanced meaningly at the driver.