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gnashed its tumblers. Thereafter, Monk was as soundly imprisoned as if he had been in a vault.

Even Monk's voice, as he said loud, violent things, was muffled.

Ham started to get to his feet. The small man kicked him in the face. The small man was as agile with his
feet as a boxer is with his fists. Ham fell on the sidewalk again. His first yell was nothing compared with
his second, for he figured his handsome face had been ruined. It had not been helped any, either.

The small man rounded the front of the car like a rabbit circling a brush pile, popped behind the wheel,
and the motor burst into life. The motor sounded as if it belonged in a tank. The car drifted away from the
curb and down the street, taking on speed as if it was going to leave the pavement and fly.

The pig, Habeas Corpus, endeavored to pursue the car. In the way of speed, Habeas did very well for a
hog, or even for a rheumatic rabbit. But he was left behind, and nothing remained in the street but the
echoes of the big car motor and Ham's noisy, enraged breathing.



MONK MAYFAIR did his best to kick the sides, windows and floor boards out of the car. These
seemed to have been built to resist just such a performance. He had no success. He did some of his best
yelling, putting full volume into it.

The small man became irritated and turned his head.

тАЬLook here,тАЭ he said. тАЬReally, we shouldn't have that volume of yelling. They never figured Mussolini
could yell that loud when they built the car.тАЭ

Encouraged, Monk got out an even louder howl.

The small man said, тАЬThere is a canister of gas here which squirts into the rear when I turn a valve.
Unfortunately it is poison gas.тАЭ

Monk was silent, eyeing the back of the small man's head reflectively. The bulletproof glass between the
rear and the driver's compartment seemed to be two inches thick, so there was no reaching the man's
scrawny neck. The speaking arrangement between front and rear was some kind of an electrical gadget
similar to an interoffice communicator. A unique car, Monk decided. Possibly, Doc Savage, even, did
not have one to equal it.

тАЬDid you,тАЭ asked Monk, тАЬsay something about Mussolini?тАЭ

тАЬSure.тАЭ

тАЬThe big one in Italy?тАЭ

тАЬSure thing. That'sa da bimbo. This car was built special for a syndicate that had taken a job to kidnap
and kill Mussolini. The deal fell through when some of the syndicate woke up one morning and found
some of the others dead from knives. After that, this car was for sale cheap to the right parties. For a
long time it had to be the right parties because the state department did not approve of such things before
the war. We got the heap for a song. A song!тАЭ