Material cut from the end of
The Phantom City
Civilization! Doc smiled faintly, wryly. The word was
not a synonym for safety or security to himself and his five men. It meant
simply that they would be on deck for more trouble -- for some call which might
take them to the far corners of the earth.
Doc had no way of knowing it, but their next call would
not be to a foreign clime. Instead, it would take them to the western coast of
the United States, to the rocky shores of the Pacific.
A tiny block of ivory was the clew which was to draw them
into a maelstrom of scheming, violence and grisly death. An unknown terror was
to dog their trail, a terror growing and becoming more hideous until it
attained its macabre climax in --
The Crew of Skeletons!
Monk's voice reached Doc. "Now,
let's see if we can't trade these people something for a little of that good
platinum."
"You'd better forget the platinum," Doc told him.
"Huh?!"
Doc addressed the white-haired girl...
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