"I will describe my secret political organization briefly, and show how we are fighting Tom Too," Mindoro stated. "In the secret group are most of the prominent men of the Luzon Union, including the president, his cabinet and the more important officials. We have money and power. We control the newspapers. We have the confidence of the people.
"Most important of all, we are sufficient in number to take up arms and offer Tom Too very stiff opposition. We already have the very latest in machine guns and airplanes. We stand ready to fight the instant Tom Too comes into the open.
"Tom Too has learned this. That alone is forcing him to postpone his coup. He is seeking to learn our identity. He captured me here in New York and tried to force me to reveal the names of the secret society members. Once in possession of those names, he will remove every man. Then he will seize power."
Doc put a hand inside his coat, where he wore the receiving apparatus of his television receptor. A faint click sounded. He glanced at his wrist.
A molten glow came into his golden eyes, a strange, hot luminance.
"Isn't there something you can do toward rescuing your three friends?" Mindoro asked Doc.
"I'm doing it now," Doc told him.
Mindoro was puzzled. "I don't understand."
"Come here and look." Doc indicated the disk on his wrist.
The others leaped to his side.
"Holy cow!" Renny shouted out, "Why, there's Long Tom, Monk, and Johnny!"
FLICKERING on the crystal-like lens of the telewatch was the somewhat vague image of a dingy office interior, The place held a pair of desks, filing cabinets, and worn chairs.
On three of the chairs sat Long Tom, Monk, and Johnny. They were bound hand and foot, tied to the chairs, and gagged.
"I know that place," Renny ejaculated. "It's the office of the Dragon Oriental Goods Company, across the street from the skyscraper under construction."
"Our friends were just brought in," said Doc.
Mindoro made bewildered gestures.
"That is a television instrument, of course," he muttered. "But I did not know they were made that small."
"They re not, usually," Doc explained. "But this one is not radically different from the larger sets. It is merely reduced in size. Being so small, it is effective for only a few miles."
"Where is the transmitter?" Renny questioned, "In the Dragonboat?"
"In the adjoining office. I installed it after leaving you and Mindoro in the taxi. Other transmitters, operating on slightly different wave lengths, are at the radio store and at the spot where Tom Too so nearly finished you. This one got results first."
Ham ran into the laboratory. He came out bearing several of the compact little machine guns which were Doc's own invention, gas masks, gas bombs, and bullet-proof vests.
Riding down in the high-speed elevator, Ham, Renny, and Mindoro donned the vests, belted on the machine guns, and stuffed their pockets with bombs.
Mindoro, who was unfamiliar with Doc's workin" methods, showed astonishment that the mighty bronze man did not follow their example.
"Aren't you going to carry at least one of these guns?" he queried.
Doc's bronze head shook a negative. "Rarely use them."
"But why?"
Doc was slow answering. He didn't like to talk about himself or his way of operating.
"The reasons I don't use a gun are largely psychological," he said. "Put a gun in a man's hand, and he will use it. Let him carry one and he comes to depend upon it. Take it away from him, and he is lost — seized with a feeling of helpless-ness. Therefore, since I carry no firearms, none can be taken from me to leave the resultant feeling of helplessness."
"But think of the handicap of not being armed!" Mindoro objected.
Doc shrugged and dropped the subject.
Ham and Renny grinned at this word play. Doc handicapped? Not much! They had never seen mighty bronze man in a spot yet where he didn't have a ready way out.
Doc rode the outside of the cab which whisked them down Broadway. He watched the diallike lens of his telewatch almost continuously.
Several Mongols were now in the Dragon concern office. They moved about, conversing. The image carried to Doc by television was too jittery and dim to permit him to read their lips. Indeed, he could not even identify the faces of the men in the room, beyond the fact that they were lemon-hued and slant-eyed.
Considering the compactness of Doc's tiny apparatus, how ever, the transmitted image was remarkably clear. An electrical engineer interested in television would have gone into raptures over the mechanism. It was constructed with the precision of a lady's costly wrist watch.
An interesting bit of drama was now enacted on the telewatch lens.
Monk, by squirming about in the chair in which he was bound, got his toes on the floor. Hopping like a grotesque, half-paralyzed frog, he suddenly reached the grimy window. He fell against the pane. It broke.
Some glass fell inside the room; some dropped down into the street.
A yellow man ran to Monk and delivered a terrific blow. Monk upset, chair and all, onto the floor. He landed on fragments of the window he had broken. Doc watched Monk's hands intently after the fall.
The Mongols peered anxiously out of the window. They drew back after a time, satisfied the falling glass had alarmed no one.
Doc's view was now interrupted.
A slant-eyed man came and stood directly before the eye of the hidden television transmitter. All the apparatus registered was a limited view of the fellow's back.
Doc waited, golden eyes never leaving the telewatch dial. None of his impatience showed on his bronze features. Three minutes passed. Four. Then the Mongol moved away from the television eye.
The situation in the Dragon concern office was exactly as it had been four minutes ago. The three forms bound to chairs were quiet.
Doc's head shook slowly.
"I don't like this," he told those inside the taxi. "Something strange is happening in that office."
Doc continued to watch the scanning lens. The three tied to the chairs were motionless as dead men. He could not see their faces.
"We're almost there, Doc," Renny said from the cab interior.
Doc directed the driver to stop the machine. They got out.
"Let's rush 'em!" Renny suggested, his voice a rumble like thunder in a barrel.
"That is probably what they're hoping we'll do," Doc told him dryly.
Renny started. "You think this is a trick?"
"Tom Too is clever enough to know you picked up the trail of his man at the Dragon concern office. He must surely know we are away — he has been using the office. Yet he chanced discovery in bringing our pals there, or having his men bring them. He would not do that without a reason."
"But what — "
"Wait here!"
Leaving them behind, Doc moved down a side street. Two or three pedestrians turned to stare after his striking figure, startled by sight of a physique such as they had not glimpsed before.
SOME distance down the side street, a street huckster stood beside a two-wheeled hand cart piled high with apples and oranges. This man had but recently arrived from his native land in the south of Europe, and he spoke little English.
He was surprised when a voice hailed him in his native tongue. He was impressed by the appearance of the bronze, golden-eyed man who had accosted him. A short conversation ensued. Some money changed hands.