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BIRDS OF DEATH
A Doc Savage Adventure By Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I. TO CATCH A CANARY
? Chapter II. MYSTERY AT MOLDENHAEUR
? Chapter III. THE HORRIBLE THING
? Chapter IV. DANGER FROM AFRICA
? Chapter V. FROM A DRUGSTORE
? Chapter VI. CALLOUSED FEET
? Chapter VII. M├КL├ЙE IN A MARSH
? Chapter VIII. THE PILOT
? Chapter IX. ATLANTIC CHASE
? Chapter X. THE STRANGE CANARY
? Chapter XI. DANGER AT DUSK
? Chapter XII. THE LIVING DEAD
? Chapter XIII. ALIVE AND NOT DEAD
? Chapter XIV. THE LOVER OF GOLDEN BIRDS


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Chapter I. TO CATCH A CANARY
THE afternoon sun sprayed gay cream-colored light on the tall buildings which surrounded the park in the
center of the city. But shadows lay across most of the park itself, taking the glare off the sidewalks and
darkening the trees.

The darkest shadows in the park were probably those in the low bushes beyond the lagoon.

In one of these bushes was the canary. It was a genuine, if ordinary, canary, as yellow as any canary. It
flew around a little.

Two men had watched the canary fly down from a window of one of the apartment houses. The two men
were now trying to catch the canary.

They were rather serious about it, because on catching the canary depended whether or not they would
kill a man.

One pointed. "There it goes, Abner. Right there," he said.

He was the small man, the well-dressed one, the important one. He had the suit by the Fifty-seventh
Street tailor, the custom-made shirt, the five-dollar cravat. He was the short man, the thin one.

AbnerтАФthe other manтАФsaid, "IтАЩll get around the other side of the bush, Mr. Manley. You wanna give
me the end of the net, huh? Maybe we can pen the dang thing up."
He was the big man, the one who was crudely dressed. Not cheaply attired. Crudely. The crudeness was
in the size of the checks in his suit, the raw, ungentle color of his shirt. No one would ever call his necktie