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"I am going to take care of Doc Savage!" the Green Bell said ominously.

Tugg shivered. "The man is dangerous -- especially if he has the brains to match his unbelievable physical
strength!"

"We do not want Savage against us," replied the Green Bell. "I have already put a plan in operation
which will keep Savage so busy that he will have no time to stick a finger in our pie."

"I'd like to see him dead!" said Judborn Tugg savagely.

"You may get your wish!" tolled the Green Bell. "My little scheme will undoubtedly result in Doc Savage
dying in the electric chair!"

Ordering Slick down a dark street, the Green Bell eased out of the car, and was swallowed by the
drizzling darkness. A bit farther on, Judborn Tugg and Slick Cooley abandoned the stolen limousine.

Walking away from the car, they could see in the distance what appeared to be a tower of gray freckles
in the wet gloom. This was the skyscraper which housed Doc Savage's aerie.

Chapter IV. THE MURDER WITNESSES
IN HIS eighty-sixth-floor headquarters, Doc was listening to Aunt Nora Boston and Alice Cash tell their
story. The homely Monk lingered in the background, furtively admiring Alice Cash's loveliness.
"My brother!" Alice said, whitefaced. "He has vanished! We ran out of gas in New Jersey, and Jim
walked ahead to find a filling station. That was the last we saw of him!"

"We thought we heard Jim scream," Aunt Nora amended grimly. "But we couldn't find him."

Alice put her fingers over her pale lips and said between them: "And just before that, we heard the Green
Bell from the radio!"

Aunt Nora grimaced. "The sound of the Green Bell over the radio nearly always means some innocent
person is to die!"

Alice shuddered, wailed: "Poor Jimmy! I have a feeling something terrible happened to him!"

Doc Savage could do remarkable things with his powerful voice. He now made it calm and soothing, a
tone calculated to quiet the excited women.

"Your story is a bit disconnected," he told them. "Suppose you start at the first."

Aunt Nora clenched her hand and stared steadily at them as she talked.

"The trouble in Prosper City started many months ago, when Tugg Co. cut wages. That caused the first
of a series of strikes"

"Judborn Tugg told me about that," Doc interposed. "All business in Prosper City is at a standstill. A gang
of men, pretending to be agitators, bomb or burn every, factory and mine which attempts to start
operations, and terrorize all men who want to go back to work. Tugg said you were the chief of the
agitators."