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“You also mentioned a nightmare last night during which you thought Glacia had left the bedroom.”

“I'm not sure about that.”

“I would mention it to the police anyway,” Doc Savage said. “The warclub. The nightmare. Both items.”

“I'm mentioning them to you,” I said uneasily. “Isn't that enough?”

“I hardly think so.”

I slapped the coffee cup down on the table. Some of the coffee sloshed out. I jumped up. “You mean
you're not going to help me?”

“Help you?” His bronze face registered a great deal of astonishment, all for me. “Good Lord! This is a
matter for the local sheriff. A murder. Why should I be involved? Particularly when I'm on vacation.”

Why should I involve him? A question of great logic. I could look a long way and not find an answer. But
he had sat there for fifteen minutes and let me recite my troubles, and so I told him just what I thought
about it. My thoughts of the moment, worded just the way they came to me.

“My, my,” said Monk Mayfair. “Language.”

“So you two let me in here and big-shot me!” I said. “I don't know why I didn't expect that, but I didn't.
All right—I've entertained you for a quarter-hour. Now you can go ahead and enjoy your day without
further help from me.”

Doc Savage did not say anything. He was examining the inside of this coffee cup, and his neck seemed a
little deeper bronze.

Monk Mayfair got up hastily, said, “Mote, you seem to be a capable article, and I wouldn't want you
to—”

“With that funny face,” I yelled at him, “You don't really need all those wisecracks. You're hilarious
enough without them!”

I left them. There was a chair in my way, and I kicked that. The door was too heavy to slam well, but I
gave it a good try.



Chapter IV
THERE was a tall sunburned man wearing dungarees and a checkered shirt in front of the door of the
suite in which Glacia's Uncle Waldo Loring had died.

“What body?” he said. He listened to me explain that I knew about the body because I was an employee
of the dead man's niece. Then he said, “Oh. I see. Well, what do you want to know?”

He had a deputy sheriff's badge pinned to the pocket of his shirt. From the same pocket dangled the
paper tab on the end of the string that was attached to his tobacco sack. He had been holding a stick of