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Monk winced. "I don't think it so funny. I got paid for it."



Doc Savage took a deep breath and faced them.



"All right now," he said. "What is worrying you two fellows?"



They looked at him too innocently.



Watching them, his own uneasiness crawled up like a nest of snakes and frightened him additionally. He could not guess what might be wrong.



They had not, he was sure, been in Lisbon more than a day. When he had cabled them, they were in London, and he was in New York. His cable had instructed them to go immediately to Lisbon, to the Chiaro di Luna hotel, and wait for his appearance. That was all he had told them. He did not dare tell them anything more, even in code. He couldn't take chances with this matter.



He began to get angry. It is always a short step from tight nerves to rage. He scowled at them.



"Stop it!" he said. "You're behaving like kids!"



Monk and Ham looked so uncomfortable that he was ashamed of his harshness. He watched them, and he was sure that they were going to confess whatever was worrying them, but it would take a little time for them to get around to it.



He waited, and he thought again of the red-headed stranger. The thought of the fellow made him jump up, and on his feet he realized how jittery he was becoming. He went to the window and stared out, seeing the people in the street, the hucksters, the country folk from Almada and Sixal, the fishermen from Trafaril.



Monk finally spoke.



"Pat is here," Monk said.