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The oversize edition of a wrist watch on Doc's wrist, together with the box inside his coat, was a
television receiver of marvelous compactness. It was tuned to the wavelength of a transmitter in the black
box he had hidden under the brush outside the drawbridge.

Doc continued to watch the apparatus on his wrist. More slant-eyed men joined the one on the
drawbridge. They carried revolvers, swords, knives. Two had deadly submachine guns.

One fitted a key in the lock of the gatelike door.

The faint click of the lock operating reached Doc's sensitive ears.

They must know he was inside. Probably they had seen him atop the wall. They were coming in, the
murderous horde of them.

Chapter 4. THE DRIPPING SWORD
DOC SAVAGE quitted the murky vicinity of the fountain. He ran six light, springy paces. His bronze
form shot upward in a tremendous leap. His corded fingers grasped the sill of a window which was open
several inches. The window slid up. Doc slipped inside.

The whole thing had taken no more than a dozen ticks of the clock.

The drawbridge door opened. A group of half-caste Mongols skulked into the court, weapons bared for
action.

The slant-eyed men n poked about in the shrubbery until convinced Doc was not there. They tried the
courtyard doors, and discovered them all locked.

"The bronze devil has gotten away!" one singsonged in his native tongue.

"That is impossible," replied the leader gravely. "Our lowly eyes beheld him upon the wall even as we
arrived. He dropped inside." The man scowled at the high rear wall. "I marvel that the neck of the
troublemaker was not broken."

"Then, oh mighty Liang-Sun Chi, he must have entered the house."

Liang-Sun Chi bent a bilious stare on the two sections of the residence.

"Is the bronze demon a magician, that he can go through locked doors and windows - for we left them all
locked when we departed this afternoon."

"Only on the ground floor were they left locked, oh lord," answered the other. He pointed. "See! There is
one second floor window open."

The aperture the Mongol indicated was the identical window through which Doc Savage had entered.
And Doc now stood in the darkened room behind, listening to the talk. He understood the language - it
was one of scores he could handle as fluently as he spoke English.

"No kangaroo could leap that high, much less a man!" snorted Liang-Sun Chi. "But we will search this
place well. It is said that the greatest mysteries have the simplest explanations. Perhaps we left a door
open this afternoon."