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THE ALL-WHITE ELF
A Doc Savage Adventure By Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I. THE OGRE
? Chapter II. THE ELF
? Chapter III. DEATH RAN AWAY
? Chapter IV. THE ELF AND A GIRL
? Chapter V. TWO TO DIE
? Chapter VI. THE DEVIL FEARS FIRE
? Chapter VII. THE SILENT GIRL
? Chapter VIII. THE WRONGED MAN
? Chapter IX. TWO AND TROUBLE
? Chapter X. BLITZKRIEG
? Chapter XI. TRAILS GOING NOWHERE
? Chapter XII. THE N. E. LIGHT
? Chapter XIII. SINISTER SHIP
? Chapter XIV. DISASTER IS A WHISTLE
? Chapter XV. BREAD ON THE WATERS

Chapter I. THE OGRE
THE man stopped his black coupé in the street in front of the apartment house. He looked at the
apartment house, then glanced up and down the street, looking particularly for a policeman. There was
no cop. Relieved, the man wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

He felt of his hip pocket.

Then he got out of the coupé and headed purposefully for the apartment-house entrance.

He was a man made of bones and dry, brownish hide. His suit was dark and new, apparently being worn
for the first time. He had made a mess when he tied the knot of his dark tie. He had eyes like a tiger.

He ran a finger up and down the doorbells until he located one— Arnold Haatz, Apartment 4F.

To get into the apartment house, the man used an old gag. He pressed several buttons at once. He did
not ring Arnold Haatz’s bell, however. When the lock release buzzed, he entered.

The elevator was a self-service type—there was no operator. The man rode it to the fourth floor, pulled
off his overcoat and rolled it into a ball, used the ball to block the elevator door so it would not close.
The elevator would remain there as long as the door was blocked open.

He felt of his hip pocket again. He stood with his hand on the pocket for a while after he reached the
door of Apartment 4F.

He was perspiring. His face was white. His chest felt heavy, as if his lungs were made of lead.
He was afraid to kill Arnold Haatz here, he realized. It was too public. The sensible thing to do, and the
only alternative he saw, was to decoy the man into the country.