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“Not exactly,” the other corrected.

“Eh?”

“They run two sections of that flight. Two planes take off about the same time. We got on the second
plane, and it musta passed yours enroute. Anyway, we got here first.”

“I'm glad to see you,” South declared. “Who else is with you?”
“Buck and Ed.”

“That's fine. We're going to need them.”

The young man glanced at South sharply, then asked, “Something making you unhappy?” He was
standing so he could look beyond South and watch the passengers filing in from the plane, and presently
he saw Della Nelson among the arrivals. His grunt was full of unpleasant understanding. “So you didn't
get her stopped?”

“No, I didn't.”

“Hell! All she's gotta do now is grab a cab, ride downtown and sell Doc Savage a bill of goods. With
those legs she's got, she'll probably get him sold fast. After that, things are liable to get a little cloudy.”

“You think it'll be that easy?” South asked.

“I hope not.”

“I do too,” South said. “You get Buck and Ed and we'll knock her off without any of this subtle stuff.”

“Right here?”

“Right here, or the first damned place that comes handy,” South said.

The younger man started to wheel away, but paused to gaze, quite surprised, at a group of four men in
white coats who were engaged in removing the body of the fat man from the plane. Indicating the body
more with voice tone than with eye gesture, he asked South, “Who's the guy they're packing out?”

“He,” South said, “is one of my few mistakes.”



DELLA NELSON stood in a telephone booth, feeling desperate and thwarted, and demanding, “Where
is Doc Savage? . . . Hello! Why don't you answer me? What's the matter with you, anyway?”

No answer came over the wire. But she was certain that a moment before a male voice had stated this
was Doc Savage's office and added something about stating her business. She hadn't understood all of it,
because the air terminal lobby outside was noisy.

She used another nickel, and dialed again. A voice over the wire said: “This is Doc Savage's office, but
Mr. Savage is not here. This is a recorded voice from a mechanical device, and any message you care to