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no interest in the matter.

"'Remarkable' is putting it mild," Watches snorted. "That bird Savage is a wizard! They say he knows all
about electricity and chemistry and psychology and engineering and them things. They say he's a mental
marvel. On top of that, he's supposed to be able to bend horseshoes in his hands, and things like that."

"Dangerous?" Ool murmured.

"You mean to guys like us?" countered Watches.

"Exactly."
"Poison!" Watches said vehemently. "Doc Savage makes a profession of mixing up in unusual things. He's
what the newspapers call a big-time adventurer. He's supposed to travel around over the world, helping
people out of trouble and punishing wrong-doers."

"That hardly applies to us," said Ool.

"Oh, yeah?" Watches grinned wryly. "From what I've heard, this thing is right up Doc Savage's alley."

Ool said nothing. He took the last chocolate out of his hat, ate it, licked his fingers, shook a few
chocolate crumbs out in his hand, ate them, then stood up.

"You will get me more of those chocolate creams," he said.

Watches scowled as if he resented being given an order, then said hastily, "Sure! Sure!"

Ool went to one of the large windows and looked out upon the amazing display of lights which is New
York City after nightfall.

Watches Bowen asked curiously, "How did you kill Beery?"

"I merely looked at him," said Ool, "and he dropped dead."

"0.K.," Watches growled, "if that's the way you feel about it."

Ool was looking steadily through the window, his head back as if he were eying the sky rather than the
lights.

"How are our plans progressing?" he asked.

"Rotten," said Watches.

"WHAT do you mean?" Ool asked, not turning.

"I've canvassed all of the big airplane factories," Watches explained. "They can build us a true gyroplane,
sure. This true gyro will rise straight up and hover. It can be controlled fairly well. But here's the rub. The
damn things won't carry more than two men, and they won't lift hardly any fuel at all. The things are still in
the experimental stage."

"Then you think we are doomed to failure?" Ool asked. He was still peering steadily at the sky.