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the plane which would be in the sun, he shrugged.

тАЬYou needn't have been tough about it!тАЭ he rasped to the fat man, and padded back to his rear seat.

The plane took off without more incident. To all appearances, there was to be no more excitement during
the flight. But appearances are deceptive.



IT was near New York that one of the passengers forward reached up and jerked open the window
beside his seat. No doubt he wanted to thrust his head out and stare at the skyscrapers of Manhattan,
which were coming into view ahead and below.
As a result of the window being opened, a strong wind whipped into the plane cabin.

Swept by the gale, a square of paper appeared over the back of the empty seat in front of the fat man. It
slapped into the face of the fat man. Startled, he grabbed at it, and securing it, naturally glanced at it.

The results of that one look at the paper which had been blown over the back of the empty chair were
surprising. The fat man lifted slightly in his seat, as if his leg muscles had tensed. His mouth came open
and round; his eyes grew equally round. He was naturally a florid man, and it was distinctly noticeable
that he became pale. Suddenly he sagged back in the chair as if some nerve cord had been cut.

He sat there for some time. Then he reached under his coat, thrust a hand beneath the left armpit and
brought out a stubby but deadly-looking revolver. Simultaneously, he wrenched at his hip pocket and
produced a handkerchief. He wrapped the handkerchief around the muzzle of the gun as he stood up.

He leaned over the back of the empty seat in front of him. There was an expression of wild desperation
on his features.

His gun went off three times, as rapidly as he could pull the trigger. The reports were loud.

In the middle of the shooting, a shriek piped out. It was an eerie, hideous shriek, a sound which held the
rasp of death.

The fat man sat down and wrapped both arms over his head and face. The way he did this was very
strange.

Then the voice sounded. It was a strangled voice, one which was labored, gurgling, and hardly
understandable. It said four wordsтАФreally two pairs of words with a slight pause between the first pair
and the second. Just where the words came from, it was impossible to say. The fat man had his mouth
covered with his arms. The other passengers were watching the fat man and not each other. But almost
every one heard the words, which sounded above the uproar.

тАЬDoc SavageтАФbe careful!тАЭ



Chapter II. NUT?
THE average American lives in a high-pressure world where things happen with rapidity. He is not
inclined to become wildly excited about an occurrence which does not menace him directly.