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This was "Renny," or Colonel John Renwick. His arms were enormous, his fists bony monstrosities. His
favorite act was to slam his great fists through the solid panel of a heavy door. He was known throughout
the world for his engineering accomplishments, also.

Behind Renny came William Harper Littlejohn. Very tall, very gaunt. Johnny wore glasses with a
peculiarly thick lens over the left eye. He looked like a half-starved, studious scientist. He was probably
one of the greatest living experts on geology and archaeology.

Next was Major Thomas J. Roberts, dubbed "Long Tom". Long Tom was the physical weakling of the
crowd, thin, not very tall, and with a none-too-healthy-appearing skin. He was a wizard with electricity.

"Ham" trailed Long Tom. "Brigadier General Theodore Marley Brooks," Ham was designated on formal
occasions. Slender, waspy, quick-moving, Ham looked what he was—a quick thinker and possibly the
most astute lawyer Harvard ever turned out. He carried a plain black cane—never went anywhere
without it. This was, among other things, a sword cane.

Last came the most remarkable character of all. Only a few inches over five feet tall, he weighed better
than two hundred and sixty pounds. He had the build of a gorilla, arms six inches longer than his legs, a
chest thicker than it was wide. His eyes were so surrounded by gristle as to resemble pleasant little stars
twinkling in pits. He grinned with a mouth so very big it looked like an accident.

"Monk!" No other name could fit him!

He was Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett Mayfair, but he heard the full name so seldom he had about
forgotten what it sounded like.



THE men entered the sumptuously furnished reception room of the office suite. After the first greeting,
they were silent, uncomfortable. They didn't know what to say.

Doc Savage's father had died from a weird cause since they last saw Doc.

The elder Savage had been known throughout the world for his dominant bearing and his good work.
Early in life, he had amassed a tremendous fortune—for one purpose.

That purpose was to go here and there, from one end of the world to the other, looking for excitement
and adventure, striving to help those who needed help, punishing those who deserved it.

To that creed he had devoted his life.

His fortune had dwindled to practically nothing. But as it shrank, his influence had increased. It was
unbelievably wide, a heritage befitting the man.

Greater even, though, was the heritage he had given his son. Not in wealth, but in training to take up his
career of adventure and righting of wrongs where it left off.

Clark Savage, Jr., had been reared from the cradle to become the supreme adventurer.