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was not a resemblance.
Ham was displeased. "Day by day, you show more earmarks of a goon," he said.

Monk swallowed. "You don’t get it. There’s some trouble."

Ham flourished the cane. "There will be a decapitation if you don’t stop saying I look like animals."

"This is a bird."

"All right! A bird is equally as offensive."

The boy who had brought the owl was becoming desperate.

"A guy rushes up," he said, "and jams this chicken in a candy jar. The guy has a ski pole. He turns and
runs. Another guy races after him. This other guy is a million bucks on legs."

Ham frowned and indicated the boy. "Friend of yours?" he asked Monk.

The boy said, "I ain’t friends of either of you guys, if you ask me. All I do up here is deliver the owl, like
it says on the tag."

Ham examined the tag. "This says the owl is for Doc."

The boy nodded violently. "Now, you’re getting places. Doc Savage. Where is he? This his place?"

"Is this his place?" Ham looked startled. "You must be a stranger in these parts."

"I work downstairs," the boy snapped. "I haven’t been there long. Say, do I stand here and argue, or do
I see Mr. Savage?"

Monk and Ham gave the matter thought. Doc Savage was a democratic fellow, but he was also at work
on an important manuscript of scientific data. A matter of two men quarreling over an owl might not be of
enough importance.

While they were thinking, the owl scratched his hooked beak in a tired fashion, wriggled the tufts that
made him look as if he had long ears and settled back into silent contemplation.

Monk said, "I guess we better call Doc."

"Suppose so," Ham grumbled. Ham hated to agree with Monk.

"Hurry up, you two humorists," said the boy angrily. "My boss gives me five minutes to deliver this night
chicken. You wanna get me fired?"

"It’s an idea," Monk said.



DOC SAVAGE had one quality not always owned by famous men. Doc looked the part. His giant size,
his-bronze hair, his regular features, bronzed a hue almost as dark as his hair, made him impressive. But