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The City of Doom
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. AT THE STEEL WORKS
? CHAPTER II. FROM THE DARK
? CHAPTER III. THE DEATH THRUST
? CHAPTER IV. THE MAN WHO RETURNED
? CHAPTER V. THE STALEMATE
? CHAPTER VI. CRIME TO COME
? CHAPTER VII. AT THE CHEMICAL PLANT
? CHAPTER VIII. AT THE POWERHOUSE
? CHAPTER IX. THE LOST TRAIL
? CHAPTER X. THE NEW OBJECTIVE
? CHAPTER XI. THE SHADOW AT DUSK
? CHAPTER XII. DEATH'S TRAIL
? CHAPTER XIII. MYRAM'S FOLLY
? CHAPTER XIV. THE PURPLE LAIR
? CHAPTER XV. THE PATH BELOW
? CHAPTER XVI. MONSTERS OF DOOM
? CHAPTER XVII. THE SNARE BELOW
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE NEW MENACE
? CHAPTER XIX. DISASTER'S HOUR
? CHAPTER XX. DEATH'S HARVEST



CHAPTER I. AT THE STEEL WORKS
THICK night engulfed the valley about the town of Hampstead. One area alone showed brilliance; that
was the central district of the little city, where rows of street lamps shone and electric signs added their
blinking brightness.

Near the town, a few specks of light showed against the hillsides; but beyond was a blanket of blackness
that seemed a shroud of doom. A stranger, viewing the town from some near-by slope, could well have
pictured the darkness as a monster, about to swallow the city.

Nor would the thought have been too fanciful. Hampstead was a city touched by terror - a town where
disaster had already taken toll.

Men who passed upon the streets were melancholy. Smiles were forced when friends exchanged their
greetings. Though business was as usual, this was a surface indication only. Secretly, every citizen of
Hampstead held a horror of the future.

Out where the railroad line reached the city limits, stood the long, low-roofed buildings of the Hampstead
Steel Works. There, quivering light flickered from frosted windows, accompanied by the thrum and clank
of machinery. The steel plant was working to capacity. The night shift was on duty.

Two men were standing in a little office, staring through the glass panel of a door that opened into the