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THE LOST OASIS

A Doc Savage Adventure

by Kenneth Robeson


(Originally published in Doc Savage Magazine for September 1933. Bantam Books reprint April 1965)




Chapter I

A MILLION-DOLLAR MYSTERY


THE NEW York water front was in the grip of excitement. Expectant, curious crowds milled in the district, and more were arriving.

Nearly every pier end - these offered the best views of the harbor - held a cluster of staring individuals. There was much talk, and the watchers bought numerous newspapers.

Perfect strangers argued over the headlines as though they had been lifelong acquaintances. These discussions always ended with both participants fixing intent stares upon the bay surface.

The absence of a moon made the early evening darkness rather murky. Many spectators secured binoculars and telescopes from hawkers who offered these articles for rent. Newsboys were yelling themselves hoarse. Peanuts, pretzels, hot dogs, and soft drinks were selling fast. But even the peddlers frequently took off long enough to scamper out on the piers and gaze at the bay.

Taxi after taxi crowded down to the water front, horns blaring, and unloaded passengers. Often as not, the drivers deserted their machines and hurried out on the wharves to watch.

Many of the taxi riders were newspaper reporters and cameramen, the latter burdened with equipment for taking flashlight pictures.

In the general hubbub, it was doubtful if any one noticed one cab which behaved differently than the others. For one thing, this machine did not head for the center of excitement, but made for a spot where warehouses cast deep shadows.

Once, in signaling a turn, the driver held out his hand. The hand was enormous. Indeed, it was such a huge hand that a motorist, an observant fellow, who chanced to be driving behind, blinked in amazement.

The cab pulled to a quiet, furtive stop in the gloom

A traffic cop hurried up, calling: "Hey, fella, who d'you think you are? This is a no parking zone along here!"

The amazingly big hand of the driver swung out of the window, the massive thumb jerked expressively at the rear of the cab, which was in darkness.

The cop was puzzled, but he obeyed the invitation to inspect the taxi passenger. He tugged the door open, and used his flashlight When he saw who occupied the cushions, his eyes flew wide. He stepped back and executed a smart salute.

"Begging your pardon, sir!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know who it was! You can park anywhere, of course!"


THE MYSTERIOUS personage in the rear of the cab did not speak.

Shifting his flashlight from one hand to the other, the officer seemed to be striving to swallow an overpowering curiosity. But it got the best of him.

"I thought - that is, the newspapers have been saying you were out of town," he stated uncertainly. "No one has been able to find you!"