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“They are,” the clerk said.

“I got me an idea,” said Too-Too Thomas.



DOC SAVAGE, Monk Mayfair and Ham Brooks were walking angrily down the impressive hallway
when Too-Too Thomas overtook them.

“My craw,” said Too-Too Thomas, “is stuck plumb full of red tape.”

Monk Mayfair examined the leathery old Westerner. Monk was a short man who gave the startling
impression at times of being as wide as he was high. He had a large crop of rusty hair, a big grin, and
affected the manners of a circus clown.

“Tsk, tsk,” Monk said, shaking his head. “Poor fellow. But I guess it happens often.”

Too-Too Thomas scowled. “You think I'm crazy, pardner?”

“Yes, and you have my sympathy,” Monk said. “I'll bet you're not the first one got twittery trying to get
something done.”

“If you wasn't so homely,” Too-Too said, “I would pop you right in the eye.”

“You're offended?”

“Yeah, mad as a hornet. I ain't no crazier'n most.”

“We're perfect strangers,” said Monk. “You walk up and start talking about your craw. What do you
expect us to think?”

“Don't care what you think,” said Too-Too Thomas. “You fellers want action?”

“Action?”

“Heard you talkin' to that guy back there.” Too-Too eyed them speculatively. “Right likely lookin' fellers,
you-all. Figure you've sort of been up against a thing or two in your time.”

Monk grinned. “Old-timer, I'll bet you've eaten a few tacks yourself. What's on your mind?”

“Craw's full of red tape, like I said. Got a job that has to be done, and there ain't time to fool around no
more about doing it. Need help.”

“What kind of help?”

Too-Too Thomas winked. “Kind you can give me, I expect.” He gestured. “C'mon. Let's get outa this
wickiup so we can talk.”

They walked through numerous corridors and showed their passes to watchmen, took an elevator down,