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THE MINDLESS MONSTERS
A Doc Savage Adventure By Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I. THE SKINNY STRANGER
? Chapter II. TALE OF A PIG
? Chapter III. THE AGED CORPSE
? Chapter IV. INGRID ON GUARD
? Chapter V. RUTLEDGE DISAPPEARS
? Chapter VI. DOC IS ATTACKED
? Chapter VII. RUTLEDGE REAPPEARS
? Chapter VIII. UNDER THE BAY
? Chapter IX. DOC IS CAPTURED
? Chapter X. THE SUNKEN FOREST
? Chapter XI. THE BRONZE MONSTER
? Chapter XII. MONK ESCAPES
? Chapter XIII. A POSSE FOR DOC
? Chapter XIV. UNDERGROUND VIGIL
? Chapter XV. SHOOT TO KILL
? Chapter XVI. MIXTURE FOR MONK
? Chapter XVII. END OF THE MONSTERS
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Chapter I. THE SKINNY STRANGER
THE man was a good eight inches under six feet. He was so gaunt his bones seemed trying to poke
through his skin. But there was something about him that made the noonday crowd split, leaving a path in
which none touched him.

The scrawny one moved with machinelike precision. He gave the impression that he had been wound up
by some gigantic mechanical spring. That in itself was somewhat queer. But it was the eyes that made
people shudder as they stepped from his path.

They were pale, colorless. They did not seem to focus on any given point, but looked through other
pedestrians, rather than at them. Across the street from the bank, he turned methodically, as if some
unseen hand guided his steps. His own skinny hands clenched and unclenched as if some Herculean task
lay before them.

The bank was a modest one. It was on a busy street of Long Island City, which is in Queens, one of the
five boroughs of New York City. In front of it a barrel-chested Irishman held a small audience of street
urchins entranced. The man wore the uniform of a bank guard.

"‘Tis no lie that me ancestors helped the good St. Patrick chase the snakes out of Ireland," he boasted.
"The O’Hallahans have been a great race of men."
It was true that Flatfoot O’Hallahan could whip any man he’d met who was not more than half again his
own weight. Thus, the skinny man with the flat, lusterless eyes seemed to present no problem at all.
O’Hallahan thought that perhaps he was ill from the appearance of him. He seemed to stagger slightly as
he stepped to the curb. O’Hallahan moved toward him, placed a hand on his arm.