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THE CZAR OF FEAR
A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter 1. GREEN BELL
? Chapter II. VISITORS
? Chapter III. THE COMEBACK
? Chapter IV. THE MURDER WITNESSES
? Chapter V. PERIL'S PATH
? Chapter VI. FEAR'S DOMAIN
? Chapter VII. CLEMENTS SETS A TRAP
? Chapter VIII. VOICE FROM THE EARTH
? Chapter IX. PLANS
? Chapter X. THE MURDER SNARE
? Chapter XI. DESTROYED CLEWS
? Chapter XII. THE BODY IN THE VINES
? Chapter XIII. PIPED COMMANDS
? Chapter XIV. THE SUSPICION PLANT
? Chapter XV. THE GREEN TRAP
? Chapter XVI. THE MAN WHO VANISHED
? Chapter XVII. THE TOUCH THAT YELLOWED
? Chapter XVIII. LULL
? Chapter XIX. DEATH UNDERGROUND

Chapter 1. GREEN BELL
THE MIDGET radio squawked away noisily beside a cardboard sign which read: "Our Special To-day
-- Roast Beef Plate Lunch, Twenty-five Cents."

The man on the lunch-room stool sat sidewise, so he could watch the door. His eyes were staring; pale
fright rode his face. He wolfed his sandwich as if it had no taste, and gulped at his fourth mug of scalding
coffee. He was tall, lighthaired, twentyish.

One of the two women beside him was also tall and light-haired, and in her twenties. She was some
degrees more than pretty -- hers was a striking beauty. A mudfreckled raincoat and a waterlogged felt
hat seemed to enhance her charm.

Her eyes were dark-blue pools of fear.

The other woman was a pleasant-faced grandmother type. Around sixty was probably her age. She had
a stout, efficient look. Her cheeks were ruddy as apples, and pleasant little wrinkles crow-tracked from
her eyes.

Her jaw had a grim set, as if she expected trouble, and was steeled to meet it. She was not eating, and
she was watching the door more intently than the man.
The young man and the girl were obviously brother and sister. The elderly woman was no relative, but
they called her Aunt Nora.

"You had better eat, Aunt Nora," said the girl. Her voice was liquid, quiet, with a faint quaver that went