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STATE POLICE were searching upstairs for a man who might show powder burns. None was found. A check
showed there was no accurate guest list whereby a missing man could be discovered.

Red Mahoney grinned at Pat Savage.

"I lost the film of Vandersleeve upstairs," he said, mournfully. "I haven’t got a thing that’s—say! Look at this!"

He was digging into his leather case for a new magazine. He closed the case suddenly and stepped close to
Pat.

"Listen, Miss Savage," he confided. "That picture of the murder room has been put back in my case."

Mahoney scratched his head in perplexity.

"Whoever doused the lights and grabbed the film wants that picture to appear on the screen," stated Pat,
wisely. "Now I wonder why?"

Red supplied the answer.

"To throw a scare into somebody, I’ll bet," he said.

Pat nodded. Captain Graves was still holding Arthur Jotther. The social register guests of the "gangster party"
were being checked as witnesses and released.
Pat was hoping Doc Savage had received her message.



Chapter III. THE DEATH TRAP
CLARK SAVAGE, JR., was the inconspicuous lettering in bronze. This was set on the metal door. Doc
Savage’s headquarters occupied the eighty-sixth floor of a towering mass of glittering metal and stone. This
was one of Manhattan’s greatest skyscrapers.

An elevator came up. The car made a slight hissing noise. This elevator was Doc’s private car. It traveled with
greater speed than the wind.

An uncouth figure stepped forth. The man’s motion could only be described as ambling. Hairy hands trailed
below the knees of short legs. Fat ears and the low forehead were covered with stiff reddish bristles.

The man himself might have been a huge trained ape. His broad nose sniffed. In front of the door bearing the
sign, he paused to listen.

Doc’s five staunch companions had formed this habit of caution. This was why they continued to survive
almost incredible dangers.

The apelike individual was "Monk." The world of chemistry knew him as Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett
Mayfair. He was one of the world’s leading industrial chemists. But to his companions and to his friends he
was just Monk.

Monk entered Doc’s reception room. Some of the world’s most hunted and most dangerous criminals had