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A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth
Robeson
A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter 1. THE COMING OF TROUBLE
? Chapter 2. THE GRAY DEAD
? Chapter 3. SUBSTITUTED MESSAGE
? Chapter 4. THE PERIL IN NEW YORK
? Chapter 5. FIRING SQUAD
? Chapter 6. ATTACK IN THE AIR
? Chapter 7. AN OFFER TO SURRENDER
? Chapter 8. SABOTAGE
? Chapter 9. CRACK-UP
? Chapter 10. THE KILLER LAUGHS
? Chapter 11. DISASTER
? Chapter 12. THE HUMORIST
? Chapter 13. CHEMISTRY
? Chapter 14. MORE TO DIE
? Chapter 15. POLITICS
? Chapter 16. FLIGHT AND PURSUIT
? Chapter 17. THE GRAY DUST
? Chapter 18. JUNGLE
? Chapter 19. THE INCA IN GRAY


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 Chapter 1. THE COMING OF TROUBLE
THE PLANE slammed down for a landing in a way that stood the hair on end, and conveyed the thought that
the pilot did not care much for his life. The ship sank out of the South American sky in a power dive that
made a moan which could be heard for miles. It hauled out, went into a side-slip that seemed more than a
ship could stand. Then it landed.

The landing told things. The pilot was neither reckless nor a fool. He was a wizard.

The man who got out of the plane looked as if he were about ready to die. Not that he was wounded, not that
he had any affliction. He was just a pale bag of bones, and not a very large bag. His complexion was about
as inviting as green bananas.

The man peered about. Then, quite suddenly, he shoved a hand inside his greasy flying suit.

The flying field was jittery with heat waves. The fighting planesтАФvery modern military planes they wereтАФover
by the army hangars were like baked insects that had just crawled out of hangars that were ovens.

Trouble was coming from the hangars in the shape of a squad of uniformed brown soldiers. There was trained
precision in their advance, even if they were in a hurry. Their faces were grim and their rifles cleanтАФcocked.

The officer in charge of the squad, was dapper, efficient, and, coming up to the flyer who had the look of an