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SPOOK HOLE
A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I. MYSTERY OF THE "HARPOON"
? Chapter II. THE "HARPOON" PRISONER
? Chapter III. SPOOK HOLE QUEST
? Chapter IV. DOC SETS A TRAP
? Chapter V. TWO HEADS
? Chapter VI. THE ONE-ARMED ENIGMA
? Chapter VII. THE PATAGONIA CABLE
? Chapter VIII. NEWS FROM PATAGONIA
? Chapter IX. DEATH PLANS
? Chapter X. SASS ERRS
? Chapter XI. DEATH IN THE NIGHT
? Chapter XII. THE TERROR IN THE LAGOON
? Chapter XIII. WAR IN SPOOK HOLE
? Chapter XIV. MAN TRAP
? Chapter XV. WAPP CLOSES IN
? Chapter XVI. M├КL├ЙE

Chapter I. MYSTERY OF THE "HARPOON"
THE man had one arm. Hence, to load the revolver, he had to crouch and grip the barrel between his
knees while he thumbed fresh cartridges into the cylinder. The gun had been fully loaded before, but he
was replacing the cartridges, apparently fearing they had gotten wet. The night air was full of soaking
mist. It was very dark down here by the New York water front. The one-armed man had been skulking,
and doing it most furtively. He had made scarcely a sound. Once, more than five minutes ago, he had
frightened an alley cat out of a rubbage can, but that had made only a slight noise.

"Devils!" the man gritted. "Almost twenty of us, they would kill!" He mumbled some more, unintelligibly,
and finished up, "Damn 'em! They know I won't go to the law for protection!"

His mumbling was a mistake. A bare twenty feet away, the second skulker heard him. This man had two
arms well filled with muscle, and his face was chiefly notable for the lack of space between the eyes, and
an oversized jaw. This man gripped a two-foot length of heavy wire hawser which had been wrapped
with adhesive tape. It was an instrument that could kill a man.

The one with the bludgeon waited. The one-armed man was coming straight toward him.

Uptown, an elevated train clanked south. Out on the harbor, a bell buoy clanged. Somewhere far above,
thunder gave a great whoop, but there was no lightning.

The man with the hawser lifted his weapon. He took his tongue between his teeth, as one who intends to
strike hard.
The thunder gobbled and chuckled and went romping off into the infinite distances, while down among
the water front warehouses, it left echoes not unlike that of a big metal barrel tumbling end over end.
Large drops of rain began to splash the cobbles. They were very cold.