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THE KING OF TERROR
A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I. THE PICTURE OF DEATH
? Chapter II. FRAULINO JONES
? Chapter III. TWO GOOD MEN
? Chapter IV. SLIP OF THE FOOT
? Chapter V. THE MASTER OF MEN'S DESTINIES
? Chapter VI. REPEAT PERFORMANCE
? Chapter VII. IMPOSTOR
? Chapter VIII. THE HANDSOME MAYFAIR
? Chapter IX. PO PIKI
? Chapter X. THE FRIGHTENING FACES
? Chapter XI. THE UNDECIDED WOMAN
? Chapter XII. TWO TO HELP
? Chapter XIII. TERROR FOR HIDALGO
? Chapter XIV. THE REPEAT DEVIL
? Chapter XV. AGAIN AND AGAIN

Chapter I. THE PICTURE OF DEATH
THEY killed Doc Savage on Saturday.

It was chilly that afternoon, with a little snow falling, and the snow as hard as salt particles. The wind had
a hissing strength; it pounced on pedestrians and shook their overcoats and flapped their hat brims.
Soldiers on the streets, and sailors in their winter-issue peajackets, blew steam on their fingers.

The man with the red hat and the blue armband with the yellow cross was not used to the cold, or to the
bite that winter has in New York, close to the sea. He cursed the weather fluently, with the slightly
accented voice of a man who can speak several languages.

His red hat and blue-yellow-cross armband, incidentally, was his own idea of a disguise. Dress in a
bizarre outfit, he believed, and people wouldn't be able to recognize you when you dressed in ordinary
clothes.

He crossed Fifth Avenue and went into a restaurant, one of those white-enamel-and-chrome quick-eat
places.

“Mug one and save the cow,” he told the waiter.

He grinned a little when he said that, for he liked to show his acquaintance with the local vernacular, in
any part of the world where he happened to be.
Soon after he got his coffee black another man came in. This fellow looked very much a gentleman. He
could have been a clerk in one of the insurance offices in the neighborhood, or a floorwalker in one of the
big department stores, or anything else genteel.