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"Beery Hosner knew our plans and he was greedy," Ool stated, interrupting. "He thought he saw a way
to gather unto himself much money."

"This begins to make sense," Watches grunted. "What was Beery up to?"

"The device which you call my goggles -- " Ool paused.
"Yeah?"

"Beery stole them," said Ool.

"The hell!" Watches polished the back of the timepiece he was holding. "But how in the devil did he plan
to make a buck from that? He knew how things stack up. He knew -- "

"He knew there was one man in your United States who might make use of the goggles," Ool
interposed.

Watches shook his head slowly. "I don't get this. Who was Beery going to?"

Ool evidently knew something of dramatic effects. He allowed just the proper pause before answering.

"Doc Savage," he said.

"WHAT?"

Had some one shot him unexpectedly, Watches might have been more surprised, but only slightly more
so. He whipped to his feet. He did something he had not done in years -- he dropped one of his watches,
the one he was fingering at the moment. And after his one blasting exclamation, he tried to speak and the
words stuck somewhere down in his chest.

Ool ate chocolate peacefully. Electric lights were on in the apartment, and under their glow, several
points about the man were noticeable which would have escaped casual ob servation. His white skin was
given the mother-of-pearl appearance by an interlacing of fine blue veins. It somehow had the aspect of a
tropical flower doomed to live its life among venomous insects and more venomous serpents, cut off from
the sun in the depths of some swamp.

With a perceptibly shaking hand, Watches poured himself a hooker of the Napoleon brandy, downed it,
once more without sampling its aroma and flavor. The rare liquor seemed to open a channel for his
words.

"Did Beery get to Doc Savage?" he asked hoarsely.

"No," said Ool.

Watches let out a gusty sigh of relief.

"That's a break for us," he said fervently. "I'm telling you that I'd rather fight the United States army than
this Doc Savage. A guy can at least run from the army."

"This Doc Savage must be a remarkable individual," Ool said, his dead voice making it seem that he had