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Doc eyed him doubtfully. “Better let Ham handle it. The last time you arranged a mild unpleasantness for
me, the victim came near never leaving the hospital.”

Monk wasn't hurt. He said, “But you and the tiger lady got along all right?”

“It went as planned.”

“I'd like to make some plans with that babe,” Monk said longingly. “Couldn't we arrange that? After all, I
might be a handy gadget to have around.”

Ham Brooks snorted.

Doc Savage frowned at Monk, and said quietly, “Our job here is to find Long Tom Roberts, if he is
alive, or learn what happened to him if he is dead.”




Chapter III
“I HADN'T intended to,” said Canta when he called her about four. “But I will.”

They went to the Chung Restaurant—the proprietor was not named Chung; the place was called after the
Chinese word chung, which meant any insect—and had a private dining room with a little stage all of its
own on which a succession of performers appeared with their acts. She ordered an exquisite seng-tsai,
and gao-yang ruh specially killed for them and served with a gidi-moh sauce, topped by a particular
rose petal coffee and a nui-nai bing of rare species from Sze Chwan province.

“I can see this is going to cost me,” he said.

“I hope so,” she said.

“Why did you change your mind?” he asked.

“When was that?”

“About not going out with me.”

“Oh, that was before you called,” she said.

“Really?”

She nodded. “It was when I heard that our friend the Honest Pole had met with an accident.”

“Accident?” His face was as enigmatic as hers, but he was wondering what Ham Brooks had done to the
Honest Pole, and whether it wouldn't have been just as pleasant for the Pole to have let Monk do it.

“Accident,” she said, “spelled b-l-a-c-k-j-a-c-k. According to my information, the Pole will not look the
same again.”

“Let's hope not.”