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“You'd think,” said Glacia, “that if he wanted a vacation, he would go where no one knew him . . . Still,
that place would be hard to find, I guess.”

At this point the magnet for all the gaping interest appeared. He was a bronze man with flake gold
eyes—that description sounds a good deal more casual than it should sound, probably. But that was all
he meant to me at the time. A bronze man with flake gold eyes. I did notice that when he passed near
another person or a piece of furniture to which his proportions could be compared, there was the rather
odd illusion that he became a giant. Not quite seven feet tall, but almost. Otherwise he was just an
athletic-looking bronze man with gold eyes. Striking. But nothing to fall over on your face about.

Not until he had passed through the lobby and was gone did it seem permissible to resume breathing.

“Well, well, quite an effect,” I told Glacia. “Who might he be?”

“Don't you know?”

“Should I?”
Glacia looked at me as if she considered me thoroughly stupid. “You mean to tell me . . .?” She shook
her head wonderingly.

“Has my education been neglected?”

“You evidently forgot to put on your brains this morning,” Glacia said. She seemed genuinely disgusted.
“That was Doc Savage.”

“So?”

Glacia's eyes popped a trifle. “I honest-to-God believe you've never heard of him.”

“Am I supposed to have?”

Glacia said she could cry out loud, said a couple of other things not complimentary, and added, “You
must be ribbing me, dear.”

“Just be nice for a change and tell me who he is?”

“Doc Savage, the Man of Bronze, the righter of wrongs and the nemesis of evildoers.”

The way Glacia said it was odd, and I looked at her. She had put considerable feeling into it, not as if she
was irked at my not knowing who this fellow was, but as if it was a personal matter with her—as if
Savage himself was a personal matter.

“Oh, a detective,” I said.

Glacia said, “Not so you would notice,” without bothering to shake her head.

“G-man, then?”

But Glacia shook her head and said, “Skip it, baby.” And the rest of the afternoon she was rather sober.