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“I see,” said the messenger. “You're a pair of stooges.”

“O. K., O. K.” Monk was disgusted. “Hand me that package. We're wasting time trying to educate
you.”

“I hand this package to Doc Savage,” said the messenger. “Anybody else gets it over my dead body.”
“Why act like that?”

“It's a motto of the Winged Foot Delivery Service, coast-to—”

“Never mind,” Monk interrupted hastily. “You just put the package on this desk here. Nobody will touch
it.”

The messenger stared at the desk. “O. K. But I can see you guys are wiggly between the ears.”

The package went on the desk.



THE desk was a dark wood affair of more than normal size with a black, composition top.

The trick to the desk was the composition top, made of the same kind of stuff from which is fashioned
the film-holders which surgeons use in their X-ray machines. The material was transparent to X rays.

Under the desk, in the knee-hole, so that it could be observed only from the back, where Monk and
Ham sat, there was a fluoroscope for viewing the object to be X-rayed, the type of fluoroscope used by
X-ray workers in the days before they discovered that a photographic film was a much better way to do
it. An arrangement of mirrors permitted a good view of the fluoroscope without the observers doing
anything suspicious while observing.

The X-ray projector was located in the ceiling, and camouflaged so that it was not noticeable.

When the package was on the desk, Monk turned on the X ray by tramping on a control button hidden
under the carpet.

They took a good look at the X-rayed contents of the package.

“Ahem,” Monk said to the messenger. “We . . . ah . . . had better tell Doc Savage you are here with a
package, since you are so contrary. Come on, Ham.”

“Me?” Ham said. “I had better stay here and watch that our little messenger here doesn't carry off the
furniture or the radiators.”

“I resent that,” the messenger said.

“Of course you do,” Monk said. “Ham, you were born a gentleman, but you sure have slipped. Come
with me and help find Doc.”

Ham realized that Monk had something on his mind, and said, “Sure, sure.”