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DEATH IN LITTLE HOUSES
A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I
? Chapter II
? Chapter III
? Chapter IV
? Chapter V
? Chapter VI
? Chapter VII
? Chapter VIII
? Chapter IX
? Chapter X
? Chapter XI
? Chapter XII
? Chapter XIII
Originally published in Doc Savage Magazine September 1946




Chapter I
IT was mid-afternoon, a July afternoon, the hour when the bright sun hammered down and the air hung
motionless and still as if the whole universe were suspended in a sort of quiet interlude.

The lake was an endless expanse of tinted greens, like plate glass painted with an artist's brush and then
laid out in the warm sunshine to dry. Surface of the water was as smooth as a bowl of lime-colored
gelatin. Against the horizon, far off, a triangular wedge of white sail stood motionless against the water as
if it were a tiny flag marker pinned into a huge map.

The lakeтАФMichiganтАФwas what you always remembered about Chicago more than anything else.
Driving northward from the famous Loop, the lake accompanied you like a beautiful girl with a warm,
bright smile lighting her glowing features. Where busy Michigan Avenue swings into the Outer Drive, at
the Drake, she is there to greet one, curving and graceful, waiting quietly beyond a sweep of
crescent-shaped beach.

On the left, the expensive apartment dwellings of Chicago's Gold Coast drop behind, to be replaced,
farther inshore beyond the Outer Drive, by green-lawned parks and smaller, cheaper apartment
buildings.

Again she beckons to you from a placid, motionless land-locked boat harbor. The highway rolls on,
curving away from the lake, coming back again. The wide pavement of the sprawling express highway
swings into Sheridan Road. Big substantial houses crowd in closer, then thin out again as the suburbs of
the North Shore drop behind.

The lake coyly slips behind a screen of trees, a forested estate, then makes a breathtaking, stately
entrance in even greater majesty. The city and the larger suburbs are left behind now. The highway dips