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Ham said, "Motors Building?"

"Yes."

Ham looked uncomfortable. "This may be my fault. I better investigate."

"I’ll go with you," Pat said. "I don’t want to miss anything."



WHEN Ham and Pat Savage reached the Motors Building, a modernistic structure that housed every
possible device connected with the automobile industry, they saw a staring throng at one end of the
building.

It was night now, and the Fair Grounds were bathed with myriads of brilliantly colored lights. Groups of
buildings each had color schemes of their own, and taken all together, the yellows, blues, bright greens
and a dozen other shades combined in a lighting effect that was breath-taking.
An apelike figure was moving around in a spotlight ray that was directed at a cornice of the Motors
Building.

Pat Savage stared upward.

"Good Heaven!" Pat exclaimed. "That’s Monk, not an animal!"

Ham snorted. "No one could ever tell the difference."

"Let’s go to the roof," Pat said, "and see what that crazy chemist is doing."

"I think I know!" Ham muttered under his breath.

It was ten minutes before they could find their way to the roof-top. The building was sleek-sided, and
built like a huge letter T. The section where Monk prowled was near a tower at one end of the structure.
There was no way up from the outside.

In the building, Ham caught an elevator and rose to the top floor. From there, he ran up a narrow iron
stairway to the penthouse. Hurrying out onto the roof, he was momentarily blinded by the floodlights
which illuminated the building walls from the ground.

Then he saw Monk, who looked like a burly ape climbing out along the roof edge to a slim ledge that
was high above the staring crowd below.

Ham yelled, "Come back here, you hairy misfit, before you break your neck!"

Monk turned and glared. Ham returned the glare. These two liked nothing better than an argument.

Monk was Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett Mayfair, chemist of Doc’s group. Constructed almost
as broad as he was tall, and covered with red hairs that bristled like dyed steel wool, Monk looked not
unlike a stuffed ape out of a museum jungle exhibit. In strange contrast to his massive body, however,
Monk’s voice was a thin squeak.