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"We're stumped," Watches said. He looked at the other curiously. "Say, what're you looking at?"

"Come here." Ool lifted an arm. "Look."

Watches Bowen came over and stared out of the window, not at the lights, but at the black abyss of the
sky. A moment later, he saw that which Ool was indicating-a short string of lights suspended in the
heavens. He watched these, and they came closer; and it became apparent that the lights were strings of
luminous letters.

It was an advertisement, a flexible electric sign pulled behind a small dirigible.

Watches snorted. The thing was a common sight over New York City.

"What the hell?" he sniffed.

"An idea that I have," Ool said mechanically.
"Idea?"

"Which may enable us to quickly consummate our plans," Ool said. "We will make use of this Doc
Savage."

Watches wet his lips, shuddered. "Don't crack wise."

"You think I am joking?" Ool asked.

"Either that, or you're crazy!"

Ool turned away from the window. "I know a great deal of this Doc Savage. I have studied him. I know
his characteristics, and the characteristics of the five men who aid him. I even know that each of those
five men is a specialist in some line. One is a chemist, one an electrical engineer, one a lawyer, another a
civil engineer and the fifth a geologist and archaeologist. I know what mechanical equipment Doc Savage
uses. I know -- "

Watches gulped, "A minute ago, you acted as if you didn't know much about the guy!"

"I wanted to see if you were afraid of him," Ool said.

"I am afraid of him," Watches snapped. "I'm not ashamed of it, either. No man in his right sense will buck
Doc Savage."

"Nevertheless," Ool murmured emotionlessly, "we are going to use him."

Watches all but yelled. "Don't! I tell you that Doc Savage and his five helpers are poison! We can find
some way without mixing with them!"

But Ool wheeled and stalked out of the apartment.

HALF an hour later, Ool was on the Hudson River, in a small rowboat. He had the oarlocks muffled with
rags, and the only sound penetrating the darkness was the occasional slap of a wave against the side of