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The Invisible-Box Murders
A Doc Savage Adventure By Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I. FEAR OF BOXES
? Chapter II. GIRL BRINGING TROUBLE
? Chapter III. WHAT THE GIRL BROUGHT
? Chapter IV. CONVINCING BLOSSER
? Chapter V. SLEEPER, MINER AND MONKEY
? Chapter VI. DANGER FOR DAVID
? Chapter VII. ONE MAN LOOSE
? Chapter VIII. ACTION IN BRONZE
? Chapter IX. TRAILS
? Chapter X. TRAIL TURNS
? Chapter XI. MAN DANGER
? Chapter XII. THE VAGUE MR. RENSANCE
? Chapter XIII. THE PIGEON
? Chapter XIV. THE SKEPTIC
? Chapter XV. WATCH
Chapter I. FEAR OF BOXES
IT was a cellophane box, so it was not invisible.

Being made of fairly good cellophaneтАФten cents a sheet in the dime storesтАФit was transparent. Not as
transparent, perhaps, as good window glass, but you could see through it without trouble.

It was approximately half the size of a shoe box; as wide and as high as a shoe box, but only half as long.
Otherwise, it bore no resemblance to a shoe box. The lid was not the same. This lid was a kind of flap.

It looked, as nearly as Doc Savage had been able to make it look, exactly like the newspaper
photographs, and the police photographs, of the other boxes.

So it looked like the invisible boxes. Not like the invisible boxes, exactly. But at least like the invisible
boxes looked before they became invisible. Those that had been photographed.

It was a little complicated. Or more specifically, baffling. Baffling was the word.

Doc Savage was putting the box on a manтАЩs doorstep.

It was a little more complicated than that, of course. Getting into the building had not been entirely simple.
It was an office building, the time was near the noon hour, and the place was crowded with people who
might recognize Doc Savage. He knew this. The people were not personal acquaintances and no one he
had met, but there just might be someone who might recognize his picture from the newspapers. So he
had come in through the freight entrance and walked up eleven flights of stairs.

He had stood on the eleventh floor, in the hall, for twenty minutes. Rather, he had occupied a broom
closet, with the door opened a crack, for that long.