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“Huh?”

“Say, you are really dumb, aren't you?”

The messenger kicked the elevator starter on the shin. The starter squalled and leaped into the air. He
jumped around clutching his peeled shin.

“You're lucky I didn't decide to kick you in the eye,” said the messenger. “I may be dumb, but I kick
high.”

The cardboard box was about twelve inches square and the cardboard was a strong and not expensive
type. As for the wire, there was at least a hundred feet of that. The verdict of someone that knew a little
about wire would have been that it was Imperial Standard Wire Gauge No. 15, diameter 1 and eight
tenths millimeters, of steel.

The messenger carried the box up to an ordinary fifth-floor office, on instructions from an elevator
operator.

The office was occupied by two gentlemen and a pig and a chimpanzee.

The messenger looked at the two men and the menagerie, sighed, and said, “I bet I have to do some
more kicking.”



ONE of the men must have been the fellow they wrote the “Mister Five by Five” song about. He was
also as hairy as a goat and as ugly as a clock-stopper.

“I'm Monk Mayfair,” he said.

The other man was notable for his clothes, for an innocent-looking black cane which was always with
him, and for his large, mobile mouth, the mouth of a talker.

“I'm Ham Brooks,” he said.

“I might be Bo Peep, but I ain't,” said the messenger. “What kind of a clown's nest is this? I got a
package for Doc Savage. I ask where to find him, and I get sass from the elevator starter downstairs.
Then I get sent up here and I see I am in for more sass.”

Monk Mayfair and Ham Brooks inspected the messenger, and Ham ventured an opinion. “A case of
nondidactic.”

“What,” asked the messenger, “does that mean I am?”

“Dumb,” Ham said.

“Ah,” said the messenger.

Monk Mayfair hooked a pair of hairy thumbs in the armholes of an unpressed vest and announced,