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“Two hundred dollars,” it said.
Monk swallowed. “My, my,” he said.

Doc Savage had swung his head. The bell-like voice of the second bidder belonged to a clear-skinned
young man who looked brown and outdoorsy.

“Five hundred!”

This was the first bidder again.

Doc located him. He saw a wide man who had blue eyes and the cherubic smile of a cupid.

Ham asked, “Know the bidders, Doc?”

“No.”

The bell-voiced young man said, “Five hundred and one dollars is bid.”

“A thousand,” said the fat, wide, smiling man.

“A thousand and one.”

“Two thousand.” The fat, wide man's smile wasn't genuine. Apparently his face just happened to be
shaped that way.

“Two thousand and one.”

“Three thousand.”

“Three thousand and one.”

Monk swallowed.

“Five thousand.”

“Five thousand and one,” said the bell-voiced young man grimly.

Astonishment was sweeping the auction room. Here and there customers were getting to their feet in
order not to miss anything; some still dozed, not knowing what was going on.

A lull had hit the bidding. Outside, the noises of Forty-sixth Street made a quarrelsome background. The
auction room itself was large, forty feet wide and about sixty feet long. It was a ground-floor storeroom
which, for lack of any more permanent tenant, had been rented to the auction company, together with an
upstairs floor and mezzanine for storage purposes. The auction firm itself was not a large one, but it was
reliable. It made a business of disposing of estates, usually art objects and furniture collections.

“Five thousand and two dollars,” a voice said.

Doc Savage and Ham Brooks both started violently, for the bid had come from between them. It was