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"Tell the knife -- were you to meet this man a"gain?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

Homar had been speaking in Arabic, a tongue which Doc Savage could handle fluently, just as he could
speak count- less other languages.

"The meeting was to be in a street near the Place Mehemet Ah," mumbled Homar. "Pasha Bey was to
report to that spot."

"Name the street and describe the place. We wish to go there."

Homar complied.

Doc Savage now cast the knife aside, and. by slapping Homar sharply and calling to him, broke the
hypnotic spell.

"Come on." he told Long Tom. "We'll let this fellow go, little as he deserves his freedom. We'll have to
make it snappy, or we'll miss the Cameronic when she sails shortly after midnight."

LEAVING Homar behind, still too dazed to walk or talk coherently, they hurried along the catacomb
passage, and came to the door of stone.

"Good night!" Long Tom groaned. "We're stuck! We have nothing but knives to attack that thing! It'll
take days to chip a hole through!"

Then he glanced at Doc, and brightened somewhat. The big bronze man usually had a way out of jams
like this.

Doc had thrust two fingers far back in his mouth. They came out, bearing two molars. These were extras
which Doc always wore. They held two different chemical mixtures.

Mingling the chemicals, Doc hastily stuffed them in a crack in the huge stone door.

"Get back!" he rapped, and rushed Long Tom away from the Vicinity.
Whur-r-oom!

An explosion shuddered the stone floor under their feet. Dust gushed in choking clouds. The shock
cascaded bones off the catacomb shelves, and caused skulls to carom across the floor like baseballs.

Doc's two chemicals, after being mixed together, had become a powerful explosive, self-detonating.

They felt their way forward through the dust, and found the door little more than a heap of broken rock.

Long Tom advanced, once more uneasy. He saw that the catacombs were a trackless labyrinth. Suppose
they should get lost in the grisly passages?

But a miracle seemed to have occurred. Ahead of them, marking the way to the exit, was a procession of