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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!"

"I returned to the city less than an hour ago." The mysterious man in the cab had a remarkable voice. It
was pleasant, yet it possessed a quality of vibrant power which was instantly impressive.

The cop saluted again. "If I can tell you anything about this strange business, I'll be glad to do it!"

"Do you possess any information the newspapers have not published?"

"No, sir. The darn newspaper reporters know as much as we do, and they've smeared it all on the front
page. That's why there's such a crowd down here."

"I have read the papers," said the personage in the taxi. The officer shifted uneasily, then finally mastered
the determination to suggest, "The police are naturally curious about this affair, so we'd be mighty glad to
know anything you can tell us."

A pleasant laugh came from the man in the cab. "This is as much a mystery to me as to anybody,
officer."

The cop offered: "I thought perhaps your five associates - "

The driver - he of the enormous hand - interrupted in a voice so deep it almost sounded as if a lion had
started roaring.

"We don't know anything more than the newspapers!" he declared. "A radio message came from the
steamer Yankee Beauty, in mid-ocean, seeking to get in touch with Doc Savage. It was signed simply,