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The roof of the mine shaft had come down. Apparently the goblin, or whatever it was, had jerked loose
the supporting timbers and let the roof collapse. Doc Savage waded into the dust and explored with his
hands.

Further pursuit of Long Tom and the thing that had seized him was blocked in that direction.

The girl, Professor Uppercue’s daughter, was gone when Doc Savage ran back to the spot where he had
left her.



Chapter IV. GARGOYLE ON THE ROOF
IT was now that time of the day when late afternoon was giving way to dusk, and a lull seemed to settle,
bringing peace for a few moments to a busy world. The wide shrubbery-bordered walks were less
crowded, for most Fair visitors were eating at Fair restaurants throughout the grounds or leaving for
home. In the Court of Power, a landscaped parklike inclosure located near the Theme Center of the Fair,
it was particularly quiet.

Two people were walking across the Court of Power, a man and a girl. The man was waspish, smartly
dressed—in fact, he was probably the best-dressed man on the Fair Grounds that day—and he carried
an innocent-looking black cane. His companion was almost as tall as himself.

The very correctly dressed man was making threats.

"If I ever get my hands on Monk," he threatened, "I’ll make the hairy ape wish he was back in a nice safe
jungle!"

The girl was tall. Her hair was an unusual bronze hue and her eyes an even more remarkable flake-gold
tint. She was strikingly beautiful. She laughed softly.

"Ham, you’re a clever lawyer," she said, "but you certainly let Monk take you in."

"Gr-r-r!" said the dapper Ham.

"Letting them use you to demonstrate a new man-beautifying machine at Cosmetics Hall!" The girl almost
doubled over laughing. "How did you come to volunteer?"

Ham snarled. "I thought it was an invention of yours. There was a sign on it that said so."

"Monk must have printed the sign," the girl said.

Ham said a number of things about the ancestry of a man named Monk, none of them complimentary.

"Monk must have hired the operators of the machine to persuade me to take a trim," he gritted. "The
operators were pretty girls. Monk knew I would be susceptible."

The girl laughed again.

She was Pat Savage, the lovely cousin of Doc Savage, as evidenced by her having the same unusual,
flake-gold eyes and bronze hair as the Man of Bronze. Owner of an exclusive beauty shop on Park