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THE SECRET IN THE SKY
A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I. THE FRIEND WHO DIED
? Chapter II. THE HIGH-PRESSURE GHOULS
? Chapter III. THE MAN FROM OKLAHOMA
? Chapter IV. OKLAHOMA ACTION
? Chapter V. FLAME THREAD
? Chapter VI. TWO GENTLEMEN OF TULSA
? Chapter VII. PERIL IN FRISCO
? Chapter VIII. THE DEAD MAN'S BROTHER
? Chapter IX. MURDER SPREE
? Chapter X. DEATH ZONE
? Chapter XI. THE FARMER GAG
? Chapter XII. MAN IN THE RUBBER MASK
? Chapter XIII. SINISTER ORGANIZATION
? Chapter XIV. OSAGE RENDEZVOUS
? Chapter XV. PLANS SINISTER
? Chapter XVI. DEATH RODE THE SKY
? Chapter XVII. HOLOCAUST
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Chapter I. THE FRIEND WHO DIED
THE matter of Willard Spanner was almost unbelievable. It was too preposterous. The newspapers
publishing the story were certain a mistake had been made somewhere. True, this was the Twentieth
Century, the age of marvels. But—then—

At exactly noon, the telephone buzzer whirred in Doc Savage's New York skyscraper headquarters.
Noon, straight up, Eastern Standard Time.

The buzzer whirred three times, with lengthy pauses between whirs, which allowed time for any one
present to have answered. Then an automatic answering device, an ingenious arrangement of dictaphone
voice recorder and phonographic speaker—a creation of Doc Savage's scientific skill—was cut in
automatically. The phonograph record turned under the needle and sent words over the telephone wire.

“This is a mechanical robot speaking from Doc Savage's headquarters and advising you that Doc Savage
is not present, but that any message you care to speak will be recorded on a dictaphone and will came to
Doc Savage's attention later,” spoke the mechanical contrivance. “You may proceed with whatever you
wish to say, if anything.”

“Doc!” gasped a voice, which had that strange quality lent by long-distance telephonic amplifiers. “This is
Willard Spanner! I am in San Francisco. I have just learned something too horrible for me to believe!”
Several violent grunts came over the wire. There were thumps. Glass seemed to break at the San
Francisco end. Then came silence, followed by a click as the receiver was placed on the hook at the San
Francisco terminus of the wire.

The mechanical device in Doc Savage's New York office ran on for some moments, and a stamp clock