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THE GREEN MASTER
A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I
? Chapter II
? Chapter III
? Chapter IV
? Chapter V
? Chapter VI
? Chapter VII
? Chapter VIII
? Chapter IX
? Chapter X
? Chapter XI
? Chapter XII
Originally published in Doc Savage Magazine Winter 1949

Chapter I
MONK MAYFAIR stopped to buy a pack of cigarettes—he did not smoke—in one of those glittering
drugstores on Fifth Avenue that seem to be made mostly of glass. Then he left the place by a side door.

Trying to be casual about it, he stopped for a while to watch the gardeners transplanting full-sized trees
into Rockefeller Plaza, and he remembered that they seemed to set out fully grown trees there every
year. That fact was not as important to him as another one of which he was now certain, that he was
being followed.

The third one was following him now. First, it had been a girl. Then a tall honey-blond man. And now it
was a taller string bean of a honey-blond man. They were doing it in relays, which wasn't a bad idea from
their standpoint. As for the girl who had started off the shadowing, Monk was sorry she had dropped
out; she was one he wouldn't have minded following himself.

There were a few things about the honey-blondes that puzzled Monk. Traffic lights seemed to confuse
them. They showed a somewhat comical fear of cars; they crossed streets with about the same air that
they would ford an alligator-infested stream. Not that it wasn't all right to be wary of New York traffic.
But they overdid it.

An odd outfit, Monk thought. Strange-looking. Acted as if they didn't understand a city at all.

Monk was almost as much amused as puzzled. Deciding to toughen up the trailing job a little, he stepped
suddenly into the street and whistled down a cab.

“Take it easy,” he told the driver. “Go slow. Catch the stop light at the next corner if you can.”

“Yeah?” the driver said, surprised. “You mean there's somebody in this town who isn't in a hurry?”
“Why not?” Monk said, and watched the performance of the thin honey-blond man who was following
him.