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prints."

Long Tom frowned thoughtfully at the cowering Homar.

"I wonder what he can tell us?"

Homar shivered and whined: "Ma atka!limsh el loghah el In ge liz."'

He had stated in Egyptian that he did not speak English.

"You are lying!" Doc said ominously. "Otherwise, how did you know we were wondering what you
could tell us?"

"Wallah!" Homar gasped, then added in fair English: "I know nothing! I am an innocent man, who has
always been good to his mother."

Long Tom snorted loudly.

DOC SAVAGE now began ominous preparations. He selected from Long Tom's collection the knife
which had the brightest blade. He polished this on his sleeve; then advanced.

Homar screamed, shrank back, and dashed his fists madly at Doc. But he was swiftly pinned and held
helpless. He found the gleaming knife blade suspended before his eyes.

"Keep your light on the blade," Doc directed Long Tom.

Before Homar's distended orbs, the length of steel became a glittering sliver. It twirled slowly,
monotonously. Homar's eyes held it in a sort of fixed terror. He thought, no doubt, that the blade would
at any instant plunge into his heart. He did not dream what Doc was actually doing.

Except for Homar's breathing, silence enwrapped the awesome catacomb interior. Seconds trickled
away and became minutes. The knife spun interminably, fluttering white-hot in the flash glare.
Homar watched it, fascinated.

So softly that at first it was unnoticed, Doc's weird trilling sound came into being. It rose and fell, mellow
and unending, possessing no tune.

Homar's eyes became more protuberant. He was rapidly being hypnotized.

"Talk to the flashing knife," Doc commanded him softly. "Tell it why you sought to kill my friend!"

Homar's throat pumped a few times. At last, words came out.

"We are paid money, oh knife. We were to get four thousand piastres for the death of Long Tom
Roberts."

"Who hired you? The knife wishes to learn that."

"I do not know. It was a man who met our chief, Pasha Bey. The man did not show his face."