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WEIRD VALLEY
A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I
? Chapter II
? Chapter III
? Chapter IV
? Chapter V
? Chapter VI
? Chapter VII
? Chapter VIII
? Chapter IX
? Chapter X
? Chapter XI
? Chapter XII
? Chapter XIII
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Chapter I
THE old man deceived Monk Mayfair completely.

In one sense, though, Monk deceived himself. This deceiving himself was a thing he did not often do.
Ham Brooks, the lawyer, often contended that Monk Mayfair had been born deceived, as well as:
sawed-off, box-bodied, small-eyed, big-mouthed, hairy, lop-eared and generally worthless. All but the
first and last of these contentions were patently true, as a look at Monk Mayfair would show. The last
adjective, generally worthless, depended on the viewpoint.

Naturally no man is born deceived, and Monk had acquired a suspicious nature. Ham Brooks was just
prejudiced. Ham and Monk were great friends, in a violent way.

The old man paid them a visit one afternoon when Doc Savage happened to be away, out on Long
Island looking through a microscope at a new germ some fellow had found.

The old gaffer came bustling in on them with a big grin.

“Hello, sonny,” he said to Monk.

Ham Brooks laughed at the idea of Monk, who was a world-renowned industrial chemist, being called
sonny.

Monk was irritated. “Take another look, Pop. Do I look like your sonny?” he suggested sourly.

The old chap examined Monk. The old man was quite old indeed, and appeared to be constructed of
sinew, rocks and brown leather.

“God help me, no!” he said. “No, siree!”