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There was no signature.<br />
A silent group, they went back to the room where<br />
they had found the vermilion missive.<br />
I<br />
t was Long Tom who gave voice to a new discovery.<br />
He leveled a rather pale hand at the box which held<br />
the ultraviolet light apparatus.<br />
"That isn't sitting where we left it!" he declared.<br />
Doc nodded. He had already noticed that, but he<br />
did not say so. He made it a policy never to disillusion<br />
one of his men who thought he had been first to notice<br />
something or get an idea, although Doc himself might<br />
have discovered it far earlier. It was this modesty of<br />
Doc's which helped endear him to everybody he was<br />
associated with.<br />
"The prowler who came in and left the red note<br />
used the black-light apparatus," he told Long Tom. "It's<br />
a safe guess that he inspected the window Johnny put<br />
together."<br />
"Then he read the invisible writing on the glass!"<br />
Renny rumbled.<br />
"Very likely."<br />
"Could he make heads or tails of it?"<br />
"I hope he could," Doc said dryly.<br />
They all betrayed surprise at that, but Doc, turning<br />
away, indicated he wasn't ready to amplify on his<br />
strange statement. Doc borrowed the magnifying glass<br />
Johnny wore in his left spectacle lens, and inspected<br />
the door for finger prints.<br />
"We'll get whoever it was!" Ham decided. The<br />
waspish lawyer made a wry smile. "One look at Monk's<br />
ugly phiz and nobody would try to get out of here."<br />
But at that instant the elevator doors rolled back,<br />
out in the corridor.<br />
Monk waddled from the lift like a huge anthropoid.<br />
"What d'you want?" he asked them.<br />
They stared at him, puzzled.<br />
Monk's big mouth crooked a gigantic scowl. "Didn't<br />
one of you phone downstairs for me to come right up?"<br />
Doc shook his bronze head slowly. "No."<br />
Monk let out a bellow that would have shamed the<br />
beast he resembled. He stamped up and down. He<br />
waved his huge, corded arms that were inches longer<br />
than his legs.<br />
"Somebody run a whizzer on me!" he howled.<br />
"Whoever if was, I'll wring his neck! I'll pull off his ears!<br />
I'll give—"<br />
"You'll be in a cage at the zoo if you don't learn the<br />
manners of a man!" waspish Ham said bitingly.<br />
Monk promptly stopped his apelike prancing and<br />
bellowing. He looked steadily at Ham, starting with<br />
Ham's distinguished shock of prematurely gray hair,<br />
and running his little eyes slowly down Ham's wellcared-for<br />
face, perfect business suit, and small shoes.<br />
Suddenly Monk began to laugh. His mirth was a<br />
loud, hearty roar.<br />
At the gusty laughter, Ham stiffened. His face<br />
became very red with embarrassment.<br />
For all Monk had to do to get Ham's goat was laugh<br />
at him. It had all started back in the war, when Ham<br />
was Brigadier General Theodore Marley Brooks. The<br />
brigadier general had been the moving spirit in a little<br />
scheme to teach Monk certain French words which had<br />
a meaning entirely different than Monk thought. As a<br />
result, Monk had spent a session in the guardhouse for<br />
some things he had innocently called a French general.<br />
A few days after that, though, Brigadier General<br />
Theodore Marley Brooks was suddenly hauled up<br />
before a court-martial, accused of stealing hams. And<br />
convicted! Somebody had expertly planted plenty of<br />
evidence.<br />
Ham got his name right there. And to this day he<br />
had not been able to prove it was the homely Monk<br />
who framed him. That rankled Ham's lawyer soul.<br />
Unnoticed, Doc Savage had reached over and<br />
turned on the ultra-violet-light apparatus. He focused it<br />
on the pieced-together window, then called to the<br />
others: "Take a look!"<br />
The message on the glass had been changed!<br />
T<br />
here now glowed with an eerie blue luminance<br />
exactly eight more words than had been in the<br />
original message. The communication now read:<br />
Important papers back of the red brick house at corner<br />
of Mountainair and Farmwell Streets.<br />
"Hey!" exploded the giant Renny. "How—"<br />
With a lifted hand, a nod at the door, Doc silenced<br />
Renny and sent them all piling into the corridor.<br />
As the elevator rushed them downward, Doc<br />
explained: "Somebody decoyed you upstairs so they<br />
could get away, Monk."<br />
"Don't I know it!" Monk mumbled. "But what I can't<br />
savvy is who added words to that message?"<br />
"That was my doing," Doc admitted. "I had a hunch<br />
the sniper might have seen us working with the ultraviolet-light<br />
apparatus, and be smart enough to see what<br />
it was. I hoped he'd try to read the message. So I<br />
changed it to lead him into a trap."<br />
Monk popped the knuckles in hands that were near<br />
as big as gallon pails. "Trap is right! Wait'll I get my<br />
lunch shovels on that guy!"<br />
Their taxi was still waiting outside. The driver began<br />
a wailing: "Say—when am I gonna get paid? You gotta<br />
pay for the time I been waitin'—"<br />
Doc handed the man a bill that not only silenced<br />
him, but nearly made his eyes jump out.<br />
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