Material cut from the end of
The King Maker
...Doc Savage did ask one boon before leaving Calbia-which
was granted. A sample of the aerial torpedo was sent to the war department
of every country in Europe, together with detailed information as to how
objects emitting suitable heat could be used as a decoy for the devices,
and thus serve as a defense.
"That gets rid of the terror
of the thing," Doc declared.
Terror! The bronze man called the menace of the uncanny
aerial torpedoes that, not knowing of the thing which he was next to encounter.
Had he been a clairvoyant, he might conceivably have looked at what he was
to meet within a few weeks, and consider the menace of the air missiles
of comparative mildness.
It began in London. A man came to Doc Savage. He brought
with him terror, death, awful mystery-and a story.
Several hundred years ago, there had been a great city
in the jungles of IndoChina, a populous city, with much wealth. One day,
terror walked the streets-a thing so frightful that all the inhabitants
fled in frenzy, and no single one ever returned, so that the city stood
yet in the jungle, very much as on the day it was abandoned, except for
the encroaching creepers and plants.
The terror was still there-and something else. That
was the man's story. It led Doc Savage and his five aides to the mysterious
horror of The Thousand-headed Man. Monk naturally knew nothing of the unpleasantness
ahead when he suggested, "Say, Doc, how about takin' sort of a vacation
for a few weeks, here in Calbia?" Ham, overhearing the remark, snorted
loudly. Princess Gusta, Ham had noted, had turned to the pleasantly homely
Monk for comfort. Monk was doing very well as comforter. Giving up the job
did not appeal to him.
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