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Glacia blew out her breath.

“Darling,” she told me. “Now I can tell you about the job. It's working for me.”

“For you!”

“Oh, don't look so shocked. What's so bad about that?”

“I don't know what's tough about it,” I said. “But I'm sure something will develop.”

Uncle Waldo chuckled. This sounded like a steam engine snorting once.

“The pay is good,” Glacia said hastily. “You'll get fif—” She paused and examined my expression.
“Eighty a week,” she corrected.
“That's too much,” I said. “Or is it?”

“Don't be so damned suspicious,” Glacia said.

“So there's something I should be suspicious of?”

“Of course not!” She didn't sound convincing, although she tried hard enough.

“What is this job, baby?”

Glacia evidently had an answer all ready, but suddenly decided I wouldn't believe it, and got busy trying
to think of another. While she was doing that, Uncle Waldo summarized the job.

“You hold niece's hand,” Uncle Waldo said.

He meant Glacia, of course. By holding Glacia's hand, I hoped he didn't mean what I thought he meant.
Anything that would make Glacia want her hand held probably wouldn't be easy on the nerves.



Chapter II
THE job had a snake in it somewhere. But two days passed and nothing happened and I was lulled into
a condition that might be called somewhat puzzled peace of mind—the kind of an attitude where you
don't think you'll have to swim, but you take your bathing suit along just in case.

The two days had incidents enough in them, but they weren't significant incidents. Except, it later
developed, one incident was going to lead to something. For I saw Doc Savage.

Glacia was with me at the time. We came into the lobby and there was an air of hush and bated breaths
like the Second Coming.

“The redskins must have arisen,” I said.

“It's always like this when he's passing through,” said Glacia.

“What do you mean?”