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merchandise which this brother might be greatly interested in buying."

"I understand, oh lord. No doubt, Scott S. Osborn's brother will indeed want to purchase our
merchandise."

The two were speaking in vague terms, lest a phone operator be listening. But they understood each
other perfectly. They had Scott S. Osborn prisoner, and were going to try to ransom him to his brother.

"This sale of merchandise is not extremely important," continued the voice over the wire. "But since we
are holding the goods, we might as well take a profit. You will visit the brother and seek the best price
you can obtain."
"I comprehend most clearly, oh lord. Exactly where does Scott S. Osborn's brother live, that I may find
him without trouble."

"Get the address from the phone book, dumb one!"

"I shall do that."

"Returning to the subject of the merchandise you have wrapped in the rug - you are perhaps aware there
are five others of a similar pattern, although of lesser importance; We may find it desirable to seek them
also. But I shall discuss that with you at a later time. Cut the goods you have in two pieces. Do so at
once."

Liang-Sun singsonged that he understood. He hung up the receiver, drew his sword, and swung into the
room where Doc Savage had been captured.

The rolled rug had not moved. The slant-eyed guards sat about the room, lost in the shadows. But their
flash beams blazed upon the rug.

Liang-Sun sprang forward, sword uplifted.

"Behold, dogs!" he shouted. "I will show you how a master swings his blade."

The sword hissed down.

Rolled rug - the body within it - were chopped neatly in halves.

A ghastly crimson flood spurted from the rug and washed over the floor.

LIANG-SUN callously wiped his blade. "Never, my sons, will you see a man cut in halves in more
expert fashion!" he addressed his men.

He got no answer.

The half-caste leader stared about. He seemed to lose inches in height. His eyes bloated out from behind
their sloping lids.

"Have your tongues been eaten, that you do not answer?" he gulped.

Leaping to the nearest Mongol, Liang-Sun shook him. The man toppled out of his chair. Liang-Sun