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THE WHISKER OF HERCULES
A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I
? Chapter II
? Chapter III
? Chapter IV
? Chapter V
? Chapter VI
? Chapter VII
? Chapter VIII
? Chapter IX
? Chapter X
? Chapter XI
? Chapter XII
? Chapter XIII
? Chapter XIV
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Chapter I
THE heavy-faced man took a .22-caliber rifle out of the golf bag. And then the younger man, without
saying anything or asking anything, hit the heavy-faced man. The young man hit the other first with his fist.
Then he got a flashlight out of the dashboard compartment of the car and let the heavy-faced man have it
again. Twice. The flashlight lens broke.

The driver of the car kept turning a scared face to look. But he continued driving.

The three men in the machine—the driver and the two who had fought—were silent for a while. That is,
there were no words. The young man who had done the hitting had asthma badly, and it was worse when
he was excited. He wheezed. The heavy-faced man who had been hit had fallen over on the seat cushion.
He was not unconscious. He was merely lying still, trying to figure what he should do.

“She is my sister, damn you!” The young man rattled a little with his wheezing.

“Charley, I—”

“You were going to shoot her!”

“Charley, you're crazy!” The man with the heavy face was scared. “What gave you such an idea?”

“You got that gun out.”

“I was only going to look at it, Charley.”
“Sure, sure! I saw you look at it before we started out.” He stared at the other. “I ought to fix you.” He
hefted the flashlight. “I ought to brain you.”