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'Imperiled!' We radioed back that Doc was out of town, and that nobody could locate him. The next
thing we knew, this 'Imperiled' person had gotten in touch with the newspapers and offered the reward."

The officer peered at the big-fisted driver. "You are Renny, Colonel John Renwick, the engineer, aren't
you? I should have recognized those fists."

"That's right," said Renny.

Once more the policeman addressed a salute to the personage in the rear of the cab. "Anything you wish
me to do, Mr. Savage?"

"Just don't advertise the fact that I'm around here!"

"Very well, Mr. Savage!"

The cop drifted away.

THERE WAS some movement in the taxi. Then the remarkable passenger got out. From time to time,
the headlights of distant cars splashed faint luminance over the vicinity. These sporadic glows disclosed
the figure of Doc Savage.

A great man of bronze! His appearance was the more striking because, having shucked off a robe, he
stood clad only in a bathing suit!

The muscular development of the bronze man was such as to command attention anywhere. Sinews
wrapped his form like great cables. Their size, the way they seemed to flow like liquid bronze, denoted a
strength little short of superhuman. Yet, because all the muscles in his giant figure were developed to an
equal degree, Doc's form possessed an unusual symmetry. There was none of the knotty, bull-necked
look of the professional strong man about him.

Perhaps the most impressive thing about him were his eyes. They resembled pools of fine flake gold. And
there was in them a quality of power and determination. They seemed to radiate limitless energy.

Doc took from the cab a bag which was fitted with a waterproof fastener.

Renny, still seated in the cab and with both big hands resting on the wheel, asked "Want me to wait
here?"

"That's right," Doc told him.

It was only a few seconds later that Renny glanced around, some question on his tongue. But he did not
ask it. He blinked.

Doc Savage was gone - swallowed silently by the evening darkness. There was no sound, no stir, to
show what direction he had taken. After the one blink of slight surprise, Renny settled back to wait. He
was accustomed to the uncanny silence with which Doc Savage moved.

Long association with Doc had made Renny, and also the other four men who comprised Doc's group of
five aides, accustomed to the unusual things which the giant bronze man did. Feats which, if given
publicity, would have been good for newspaper headlines, were taken without undue surprise by the