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REIGN OF TERROR
Maxwell Grant
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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
? CHAPTER XIII
? CHAPTER XIV

CHAPTER I
YAWNING, the tired doctor waved a lackadaisical hand good night to his nurse. She said, "Don't forget
you have to be in surgery at nine tomorrow, Dr. Brandon."

"Okay. See you then." The doctor leaned back in his chair. He was bone weary. It was fine to be a
top-notch surgeon, but it was exhausting. The door closed behind his nurse and he was alone. He riffled
through a book which he had received that day. It was about block anesthesia, a subject dear to his
heart. He read on, becoming more and more engrossed. There was a strong possibility that in a period of
a couple of years, localized anesthesia would take the place of gross ether anesthesia.

Time passed over the doctor's unaware head. It was near midnight when the door bell rang. The book
dropped to the doctor's lap as he wondered what this late call presaged. He got to his feet and opened
the door.

He looked at the two men in the doorway with no recognition. Well dressed, too well dressed, they
bulked large in the aperture. One was medium height, medium weight, medium everything until you came
to his eyes. They were slits. The pupils were pin points in the low light. The darting pin points shifted to
the doctor's face. The man spoke.

His voice was shrill, high pitched.

He said, "Back into the office, Dr. Quack."

The other man who was taller, fatter, said slowly, "Yare. Back up."

The doctor retreated, his brain in a whirl. This kind of thing was foreign to him. What could the men
want? Drugs? Some kind of outside-the-law medical assistance?

"Down in the chair," the medium sized man said. He re-inforced his command by showing just the muzzle