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glowing spots. These might have been red-hot coals! As a matter of fact, they were the chemical powder
which Doc had sprinkled along his incoming path. This powder, although it possessed no glow at first,
became phosphorescent after a short exposure to damp air.

They came out by the route Doc had entered-through the stone hut.

Doc set out at a run, explaining: "We should be able to find a cab over beyond Pompey's Pillar."

Long Tom made no reply-he needed all his breath to maintain the pace Doc was setting.

They found no cab. But they did locate a conveyance-a pudgy tourist and his driver, who consented to
take them to the Place Mehemet Ali. The car started out slowly.

Doc showed the tourist's driver a fat American bank note.

"Imshi bil 'agal!" he requested. "Go more quickly!"

The driver needed no more urging. Indeed, they had to remind him repeatedly that he could not take
right-angle turns at forty miles an hour.

IN the darkened street off the Place Mehemet All, three innocent-looking gentlemen in burnooses
shuffled slowly for- ward. They kept their hands out of sight, and their faces well enveloped. This was to
hide numerous scrapes and bruises acquired in mad flight through the catacomb passages.

Pasha Bey had not come directly to this gloomy thorough- fare. He had stopped en route to take council
with himself. As a result, he had decided only two of his best murderess should accompany him to the
rendezvous with the man who had hired them.

"Wallah!" Pasha Bey muttered. "You understand what we are to do?"

"We understand, oh great one!"

"This man who hired us did a very evil thing when he failed to tell us we were to dispose of one of Doc
Savage's friends. For that, he must pay."

"Aye, master!" the other two agreed heartily. "He shall pay!"

"With his life!"

"Aye! With his life, he shall pay! And with his money, if he has any on his person!"

Pasha Bey kneaded his bony knuckles. "I have been thinking, oh brethren, of those diamonds which this
Doc Savage is said to possess."

"The diamonds may be only drinking-place talk."

"They might not be, too. Wallah! It would be very nice to dip our hands in chests of the bright gems."

"To whence does this talk of yours lead, oh master?"