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into the discussion. “What about me?” it demanded angrily.

Old Too-Too Thomas glanced at the clerk and asked, “Who's that one?”

“They call him Monk Mayfair,” the clerk said. “But he is Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett Mayfair,
one of the world's most able chemists.”
Inside, the voice of Monk repeated, “What about me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Let a chemist of your ability waste your time packing a rifle? Anyway, you're a Doc Savage aide.”

A fourth voice, a cultured Harvard voice, said, “I take it you are going to include me in this ridiculous
refusal?”

“We are and we have!”

Outside, old Too-Too Thomas looked questioningly at the clerk.

“That one,” said the clerk, “is Brigadier General Theodore Marley Ham Brooks, a lawyer.”

Inside the office, Doc Savage said loudly, “This quarrel over whether we see action has been going on
since the war began.”

“That's right,” said the head man.

“And the answer is still no?”

“It's still no.”

“We're disgusted.”

“If it's action you want,” the head man said, “you get plenty of it the way things are.”

Monk Mayfair said, “That's no argument—”

“How many times,” demanded the other, “were you shot at in the past six months?”

“Not over a dozen times,” Monk said. “What has that—”

“More than half the soldiers in the army never hear an enemy gun explode!” yelled the head man.

Doc Savage, in a quieter voice, said, “Come on, fellows. We're wasting breath.”

They walked out of the inner office and old Too-Too Thomas stared at them in astonishment. He was
impressed.

“They look even more capable than they talked,” he said.