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She said, “I guess I sound silly. But this is so serious it has me just about crazy. If I come to New York,
could I see you immediately?”

“You think you need help?”

“I certainly do!”

Doc Savage said, “There is a plane out of Center Lake for New York at two o'clock. Could you make
that?”

“Yes. But what about a priority?”

“Is this important?”

“Very.”

“We will see that you get a priority.”

“Oh, thank you!” Lee said fervently.
“You sound,” said Doc Savage quietly, “as if you are scared.”

“As a matter of fact, I am. I think my life may be in danger.”

“Who from?”

Lee Mayland hesitated.

“I don't know,” she said.

After the conversation ended, Lee sat staring uneasily at the telephone. The way she had hesitated, she
realized, must have told Doc Savage that she was lying when she said she didn't know from whom she
was in danger. She regretted the lie. She should have told the truth.



THE three men in the sedan—Charley, the man he had clubbed, and the car driver—had parked one
street over, in the middle of the block.

Another car, occupied by a single man, pulled up and parked behind them. The man came to them. He
was a small young man with yellow hair.

“I got a break,” he said. “I saw her get out of the cab, so I parked in a hurry and went into the drugstore
ahead of her. There were two telephone booths. She went in one. I was already in the other. Boy, was I
lucky!”

“Who did Lee call?” Charley asked.

“Somebody named Doc Savage, in New York.”

The car driver bolted up in his seat He paled and kept losing color until he had a pallid blue hue.