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HAVE CLIENT WHO HAS AUTHORIZED ME ENCAGE YOUR SERVICES FOR JOB OF SAVING NUMBER
OF LIVES STOP CLIENT SAYS WILL PAY FOR YOUR SERVICES BY CONVERTING ANY REASONABLE
SUM TO ANY CHARITY YOU NAME STOP CAN YOU COME LOS ANGELES AT ONCE STOP IT MIGHT
BE ADVISABLE USE PRECAUTIONS

MONTGOMERY MEDWIG PELL

LAWYER

Monk passed the message back, said, "And so we wired him we could come, and he sent us the other
message about the blue car being at the airport."

Ham said, "It looks as if it were advisable to use precautions. Wonder just what’s back of this?"

No one answered. The big car worried at the traffic stream, making a little better time.

"Blazes!" Monk exploded, suddenly. "Look! This was fastened to the brake lever with a rubber and I just
noticed it!"

He passed back a bit of cardboard. A business card, it bore on the front:
 MONTGOMERY MEDWIG PELL

Attorney at Law

Suite 720 Western Bldg

Doc Savage turned the card over. The back of it bore a penciled inscription:

DOC SAVAGE:

Please come immediately to my office in the Western Building.

PELL.

"That," Monk said, "seems to fix us up."



THE Western Building proved to be a gaudy piece of showmanship. The terra cotta facade was illuminated
much too brightly by a profusion of floodlamps. It had a distinctly cheap look.

The neighborhood bore out the feeling of cheap flash. It had been given what is slangily called a "front" at the
outlay of the least expense possible. The sidewalks were too wide, and too cheap, because they were
beginning to crack.

There was an alley alongside the Western Building.

Monk suggested, "I’d better run our bus in the alley and get it out of sight. Some crook might annex the
tires."