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storms in upper Syria. The River Euphrates has been twenty-three feet above all previous high-water records."

"Blast it!" exploded Monk. "How could that be possible? WeтАЩre to believe this dame knew in Chicago this
afternoon the weather was due to go on a bust here tonight?"

"ThatтАЩs how it would seem," stated Doc. "At any moment, we may be hearing more directly from Lady
Fotheran."

The bronze man was not evincing occult insight. He was merely estimating the flying time between Chicago
and New York. The phone buzzed again. Johnny swung to the extension. A womanтАЩs strained, tense voice
greeted Doc Savage.

"Mr. Savage? IтАЩm trying to reach youтАФ"

The woman was spilling words, as if she might have only a few left to use.

"IтАЩm being followedтАФcanтАЩt tell you moreтАФIтАЩmтАФ"

"Where are you?" demanded Doc Savage.

"Thirty-third Street, near theтАФ"

The words ran into a choked gurgle. The instrument bubbled with the womanтАЩs strangled pain. Two slapping
blows came like the breaking of dry sticks. In the bronze manтАЩs ear was only the low hum of an open wire.
The receiver at the other end had not been replaced. Doc was convinced the cord had been suddenly ripped
loose.

"Have you got the trace-back?" said Doc quickly.

"Public booth," announced Johnny, giving an address only a few blocks away.

"Stay here, Johnny," directed Doc. "Be prepared, for you may have a visitor. Watch out for any one with an
Asiatic complexion. Monk and Ham will come with me."



DOC SAVAGE was passing through the outer door before he had finished speaking. He did not pause to arm
himself, because he never carried a gun. His men were equipped with the superfirers of his invention, which
were in reality, convenient automatic machine guns loaded with mercy bullets.

DocтАЩs special high-speed elevator dropped with the force of a leaden plummet nearly all of the eighty-six
floors.

From the elevator the three men whipped into DocтАЩs concealed basement garage. The roadster in which they
emerged on the street within less than a minute after the woman had been snatched from the telephone,
looked like any ordinary car.

But bullets would only drum upon its armor metal or flatten on the bulletproof glass.

With Monk at the wheel, Doc instructed, "Take no chances. This may be something much bigger than we