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DEATH IN SILVER
A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter 1. SILVER DEATH'S-HEADS
? Chapter 2. THE ARCHER IN SILVER
? Chapter 3. THE ARCHER QUEST
? Chapter 4. TWO SILVER MURDERS
? Chapter 5. RAPID PACE
? Chapter 6. MYSTERIOUS BLUEPRINTS
? Chapter 7. THE INDIAN'S HEAD
? Chapter 8. THE BIG MYSTERY
? Chapter 9. THE CAPTURE
? Chapter 10. DEATH BLASTS
? Chapter 11. THE RIVER BED MYSTERY
? Chapter 12. THE TRICK
? Chapter 13. THE PHANTOMS
? Chapter 14. THE GREEN TRAIL
? Chapter 15. HELL UNDER WATER
? Chapter 16. UNDERWATER DEFEAT
? Chapter 17. THE SUBSEAS RIDE
? Chapter 18. THE BASE
? Chapter 19. DESTRUCTION

Chapter 1. SILVER DEATH'S-HEADS
THERE was a frozen, stony expression on the tall man's face, and his dark eyes rolled and jerked with
unease. His hands were drawn pale and bard at his sides.

These signs should have told an experienced observer that the man was worried and scared. But there
were no experienced observers among the stenographers and clerks in the office of Seven Seas, so the
glances they gave the tall man were merely the boot-licking smiles of employees who had about as much
spirit as rabbits.

A person with spunk did not work long with Seven Seas, because Paine L. Winthrop, the owner, was a
cold-blooded driver of the old school, an industrial emperor who looked upon those under him as
vassals. Had Paine L. Winthrop lived a hundred years earlier, he would have kept a retinue of slaves -
and beaten them often.

Maybe Clarence Sparks had an inkling that something was awry. Clarence was a billing clerk for Seven
Seas, which operated transatlantic freight boats and had no connection with Winthrop's Shipyards, which
was also controlled by Paine L. Winthrop, and which built freight steamers. Clarence was a rabbit, like
the rest of those who worked for Seven Seas. But Clarence also had sharp wits.

"Good afternoon, Commodore Winthrop," said Clarence.
Winthrop's only claim to the designation of commodore was that he held such an office in an exclusive
yacht club, but he liked the title and the canny Clarence knew it.

Winthrop seemed not to hear. He walked stiffly, mechanically, from the corridor door to his private