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most eminent physician in his field, his field being a broad one which could best be described as the
chemistry of living organisms. Biochemistry was the word.



“JUST exactly why did you come here, Mr. Brown?” Ham asked.
“I was told to see a fellow named Doc Savage.”

“Who sent you?”

“I just as much as told you. Doctor Frederick Rayburn sent me.”

“Why?”

“Doc Rayburn told me Doc Savage would be interested in my case.”

“Interested because of what?”

‘The old man spouted smoke indignantly from his malodorous pipe.

“Words, words, words!” he yelled. “All words and no action, like everybody these days! Is this where I
find this Doc Savage, whoever he is, or isn't it?”

“This is where you find him.”

“Well, trot him out!”

Ham explained patiently, “Doc is not in right now.”

“Then get hold of him!” shouted Methuselah Brown. “I'm tired of talking to office-boys!”

Monk, who was not noted for patience, now did some shouting himself. “Listen, old-timer, you're
aggravating us unnecessarily. We don't believe you, and nobody else would believe you, and either quit
blaming us for that or quit howling at us. If you want to see Doc Savage, behave like a white man, and if
we think it's worth while, we'll call him in. Otherwise, out on your ear you go.”

“You couldn't throw me out, sonny!”

“One of us would be mighty surprised if I didn't,” Monk assured him. “Now are you going to behave
yourself.”

The old fellow surprised them by subsiding somewhat.

“What do I have to do to convince you children!” he demanded.

“The first thing,” Monk told him, “is just sit there and stink up the place with that pipe while we call
Doctor Rayburn and find out how much of this is imagination.”

“Go ahead, kiddy.” With a snort.