The Frightened Fish
Author: Kenneth Robeson
Date: 1992-01-02 05:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Pulp; Adventure
Description: THE LEGENDARY MAN OF BRONZE--IN A THRILLING NEW ADVENTURE SERIES! Millions have read the adventures of Doc Savage, originally published from 1933-49, and reprinted by Bantam Books--and now he's back in a new series of adventures. Based on a plot by his creator, the tale begins with a stygian black mystery below the sea.... THE FRIGHTENED FISH The ravings of a madman and the absence of all sea life at a Massachusetts fishing village lure Doc Savage and his crew to a small New England island bristling with gunmen, on a perilous submarine journey through the Panama Canal, and to the ravaged coast
Publisher: Bantam

Doc Savage: #186- "The Frightened Fish"

Doc Savage Magazine #186 - "The Frightened Fish" by Will Murray - July/1992

The ravings of a madman and the absence of sea life at a Massachusetts fishing village lure

Doc Savage and his crew to a small New England island bristling with gunmen; on a perilous
submarine journey through the Panama Canal; and to the ravaged coasts of Occupied Japan.

There they fall into the clutches of an Evil Genius long believed dead. A shadowy figure who
masterminded WWII and who now wants to plunge Humanity into a new Armageddon!

Originally printed and copyrighted circa 1933 by Street & Smith Publications, Inc. Copyright renewed circa 1963 by The Conde Nast Publications, Inc. Printed in paperback by Bantam Books. It doesn't appear that these will be reprinted in the near future. So the following out-of-print editions may be read only for your personal interest and may not be otherwise duplicated or published for profit.

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Contents

#186 The Frightened Fish
by Will Murray (July/1992)

note: it is suggested that "The Red Spider (#182)" and "The Screaming Man (#154)"

are read as prerequisites.

CONTENTS
to skip to a given chapter, <click> on it from the list below

I. Fear of Fish

1

II. Mystery Concerning Fish

12

III. The Ichthyologist

24

IV. Mystic Bay

39

V. Pacific Trail

50

VI. Bronze Man Gone

61

VII. War?

65

VIII. Junk Sinister

73

IX. The War Sower

83

X. Sea Hell

93

XI. Stalemate

101

XII. Plenty

105
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I -- Fear of Fish

The man was tall with sand for hair and a hide whose raw color and abraded roughness suggested that he had spent much time around the sea. The tips of his sunburned ears were red and peeling in spots.

He was an ordinary man except for one particular:

Fear rode his rubbed-by-sandpaper features, twisting them with unnerving harshness.

It was that harshness of expression which made the headwaiter of the restaurant nervous as he conducted the man to a corner table by the window.

The sunburned man had specifically asked for that table in a tense voice. His tone added to the headwaiter's unease.

After ascertaining that the man didn't desire a cocktail, the headwaiter hurried off, leaving the man to peruse his menu in tight silence.

The restaurant was one of those peculiar establishments that can be found in Greenwich Village.

Innocuous on the outside, it was decorated with disquieting gaudiness within.

It was the lunch hour. But the restaurant wasn't crowded.

One table over from the sunburned one with sand-colored hair, three(3) men sat huddled in an earnest conversation. They looked like typical New York businessmen. Which made them overdressed for the casual Bohemian atmosphere.

Presently a waiter (it was the table waiter) rolled an aquarium up to the table where the 3
businessmen sat.

He presented each customer with a pair of tongs which they employed to extract the fish of their choice from the tank.

One man had some difficulty snaring his intended meal (a butterfish), causing him to remark aloud:

"I'm not so sure I like this any better than ordering from a menu. I can't seem to trap the little beggar."

"At least you can be sure that you're eating fresh fish," a companion laughed.

That last comment caused the sunburned man seated nearby to look up from his menu in shock.

His shock turned to neat panic when he saw the man finally tong a flat silver fish from the portable water tank.

"No! No!" he screeched.

He bolted to his feet, upsetting his table.

"Take it away!"

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"Here now, fellow. What is this?" the man with the fish demanded. It squirmed and flopped between the tongs, its gill flaps fluttering with delicate urgency.

The sunburned one -- a picture of utter and complete panic! -- tried to run.

He tripped over his chair. The commotion caused patrons all over the establishment to stand up and gawk. The trio at the water tank followed suit.

One of them (still clutching his tongs tightly) made a move to offer his free hand to the fallen customer.

As he leaned down to help, the flopping silver fish eeled from the loosening tongs.

It landed on the agitated man's chest.

The man's eyes riveted on the fish, now in the final convulsions of death. With a last weak squirm, it lay flat. Only its puckered mouth worked after that.

"Take it away! Take it away!" the sunburned man bleated, his eyes pleading. "I can't stand the look of fear in its eyes!"

"It's all right, friend," the helpful man said soothingly as he tonged the fish up, leaving a damp smear on the prostrate man's shirtfront.

He brought it up to the other's nose. "See? It won't harm you."

But instead of producing the expected calming effect, the gesture had the opposite result.

In a frenzy, the sunburned individual grabbed from the floor the knife which had bounced from his overturned table setting. He jumped back into a corner and applied it to his throat!

"Hey! That's guy's trying to kill himself!" one of the 3 business men yelled.

"Somebody stop him!" another howled. Then: "No, I'll do it."

He jumped the man who was now sobbing horribly but otherwise accomplishing little. A brad knife is not quite the instrument which to cut one's own throat.

There was a brief tussle with the result that the would-be suicide landed back on the floor, the victim of a judo throw.

The man who had done the throwing stepped back and asked of the gapping restaurant clientele:

"Did you see that? He tried to kill himself when he saw me pick out that silver fish! Why would anyone be frightened of a little silver fish?"

The silver fish in question meanwhile gasped for air on the floor. But no one paid it any attention and it died there.

In death, it wore a scared, round-eyed expression not unlike that of the man who had been terrified by it.

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The would-be suicide found his feet momentarily. He looked dazed. He ran one shaking hand through his shock of sandy hair.

No one tried to stop him when he stumbled from the restaurant like a hagridden ole man.

The other patrons slowly resumed their seats. The waiters busted themselves with their duties, deflecting questions with bored shrugs and murmurs.

Not long after, the 3 businessmen filed out the restaurant with a word, their meal forgotten.

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An hour later, the same sunburned man walked down a lower Manhattan sidestreet near the Battery, his face warped with utter tension.

His progress appeared aimless until he came abreast of a run-down corner market.

There was a large fish in the window lying on its side in a tray of ice. The fish was silver. Even its flat dead eye was silver.

The eye looked uneasy as if even in death it feared its eventual fate.

The man noticed it with a stride-stopping start!

He panicked again. He screamed!

High and shrill, the sound was something to chill one's bone marrow! It attracted attention up-and-down the street. People came out of doorways and leaped from passing cars. A few converged on the sound.

"They're everywhere!" he shrieked. "The Frightened Fish are everywhere! I can't escape them! No one can escape them!"

The man looked around wildly. He spied on approaching taxi.

He started toward it. His intention to hurl himself in the path of the machine became obvious to passersby.

2 men jumped him before he got 20 feet.

The taxi braked hard … slowed … and struck a lamp-post. The impact banged the cab's grille out-of-shape. But the driver emerged unscathed.

"What the [blankety-blank] is going on?" the cabby demanded.

One of the rescuers yelled back: "I don't know, dammit! This guy lyin' here took one look at a fish in that market window and went crazy. I think he was tryin' to get himself run over."

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The man in question lay dazed in the street. A bewildered crowd gathered.

"What's so damn terrifying about a fish?" the cabby wanted to know.

"Nothin' that I can see," the second rescuer put in. "It's just a fish. A common silver carp. Looks more scared than that guy if you ask me."

They went over to the window to look at the fish. The whole street went over to the window. Some squeezed into the tiny market itself, causing the proprietor to have fits. No one was buying!

While all their attention was being focused on a storefront fish, the one with the suicidal inclinations picked himself up and ran off.

A few minutes later, his 2 rescuers entered the slightly damaged taxi.

The cabby was already behind the wheel. He drove off.

Not a word passed between them.

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The Parkside-Regent Hotel overlooking Central Park was quiet as 3 well-dressed men entered the lobby, ostensibly to secure rooms for themselves.

They wore overcoats and carried luggage which made them look like out-of-town visitors.

They were the same 3 men who had tried to prevent the suicide of the man who had been frightened by a fish in a Greenwich Village restaurant earlier in the day.

Dressed differently, they were also the same trio which had been involved with the near-suicide in front of a Battery marked. One of them had been driving the taxi.

They were preoccupied now with details of registering at the Parkside-Regent.

They didn't appear to notice that the man with the ungodly fear of fish had quietly entered the lobby to purchase a newspaper from a cigar stand.

He paused at a rack of postcards, casually turning the spinner to examine the display.

Abruptly, he let out a howl that produced a sympathetic squeal of fright from the counter girl. He knocked the card-spinner to the floor.

His eyes were wild! He kicked at the fallen rack as if it were a vicious dog. Cards scattered all over the floor. Several of these fell face-up to reveal the picture of a mounted swordfish.

The swordfish was silver. Its profile suggested wide-eyed, gape-mouthed Terror!

The sight brought renewed screams from the man and from the counter girl. The man stamped at the postcards frantically but to no avail.

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"Get them away! Get them away from me!!" he wailed. "They haunt my dreams, those Frightened Fish!"

He ran then. Not for the revolving door (which was now clogged with a matron pulling a small dog on a leash) but for a big plate-glass hotel window.

Head lowered, he butted the pane like an enraged bull!

But the glass was stout. He bounced back from the impact.

Sobbing, he then picked himself up to try again.

He bounced back a second time. Which brought tears of frustration to his eyes but no willingness to give up.

His object -- it was plain -- was to dash his brains out against the glass!

But he was unable to build up enough of a head of steam to complete the task.

It was a horrendous sight.

The 3 men at the lobby desk went into the act (it was not obviously an act to bystanders) once again.

Yelling, they piled on the other man before he could smash his skull against the lobby window a 3rd time. They wrestled him to the ground as the manager frantically called the police.

By the time the latter arrive minutes later, the suicidal man had vanished. And so had his rescuers.

The manager -- who was almost entirely speechless -- professed to understand none of it.

The counter girl (considerably calmed down now) gave her version of what happened.

"He didn't crazy at first," she explained, chewing gum nervously. "He came in, bought a paper, and started looking through the postcards. Then … well, he just turned into a maniac! Fella destroyed the rack for no reason."

That much was obvious to the 2 cops.

"Did he say anything?" one asked.

The girl thought.

"It was mostly yelling. But he did say something about 'fish haunting him' or something like that. I remember him stamping on the ground like a crazy man. You know, kinda the way you'd step on a poisonous snake. Except I didn't see any snake. Just postcards."

The 2 cops looked over the rug. They found several postcards scattered about, all bent and scuffed

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… and bearing the identical photograph of a mounted swordfish.

There were other postcards strewn on the rug. The usual Manhattan skyline portraits intended for the tourist trade. But these were undamaged.

"This is screwy," one of the cops remarked, puzzled.

"It sure is. Why would he be scared of a swordfish?"

"You ask me, the swordfish looks darned unhappy, too."

"I never heard of a scared swordfish," the second cop remarked.

"Well, we'd better call the boys at Bellevue. Could be one of their inmates is loose."

"An escaped lunatic … Sure! I'll bet that's who he was."

They left the hotel with their shared opinion unchanged.

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The skyscraper was New York's tallest.

For that matter, it was the tallest in the World.

It rammed up from the pavement over 100 stories in height from its busy modernistic lobby to the needle point of its dirigible mooring mast (a ludicrous adornment in an age of jet aircraft). It boasted more offices than some small cities.

The skyscraper was famous for another reason, too.

Its 86th floor was the Headquarters of Doc Savage -- an individual whose avowed profession was no less Galahad-ian than that of righting the wrongs of the World and bringing malefactors to Justice where normal law-enforcement agencies could not do so.

Almost everyone -- including his enemies (who were many) -- knew of Doc Savage and his work.

And knew also that he operated out of this midtown Manhattan skyscraper. That was why the elevator operators in the building received instructions to report any unusual occurrences in the busy lobby.

Doc Savage's suite consisted of a Reception-room/Library/Laboratory. He was in the extensively-equipped latter when the phone rang.

"Mr. Savage? This is Henry -- one of the elevator operators."

"Go ahead, Henry."

Doc's voice was quietly powerful. Like the engine of an expensive limousine as it idles.

"There's somethin' funny goin' on down here that you might want to know about."

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Interest lifted the controlled timbre of Doc's tone.

"What is it?"

"There's these 3 guys hang' around out front."

"Describe them."

Henry did so.

But the descriptions meant nothing to Doc Savage.

"Continue, Henry."

"Well, they were just hangin' around like I say. But as soon as they thought no one was lookin', they got down and drew a fish on the sidewalk."

"A fish?"

"I know how it sounds. But that's what they did. I watched them from the lobby. They drew a fish outline in chalk. I think it's a porcupine fish."

"What's unusual about that?" Doc asked. "College pranksters perpetrate these sorts of stunts everyday."

"That's my point!" Henry said excitedly. "These guys weren't frat boys. None of them looked under 30. And after they drew the outline, they filled it in with silvery paint."

"What did these men do after that, Henry?"

"They ducked around the corner. They're still there, too. Like they're waiting for something to happen. But don't ask me what it is."

"Anything else to report?"

"Yes. I don't know who looked more frightened. Them or the fish."

"Eh?"

"The fish," Henry said, " is wearing the most terrified expression you ever saw."

"Thank you, Henry," Doc Savage said after a pause. "You did the right thing to call."

He hung up.

The information had both puzzled and intrigued Doc Savage. The altercation involving the man who fish phobia was so great that he would try to take his life had made the afternoon newspaper editions.

Doc had read an account of the matter.

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He had thought little of it until a television news broadcast of the incident at the Battery market came over the air. (The Parkside-Regent affair was too recent for him to have heard about.) Swiftly, Doc shucked off a laboratory smock discolored by the chemicals of an experiment he had been performing on the molecular stability of polymers.

He strode across the huge Laboratory.

Doc Savage was a spectacular man. He had a reputation as a combination scientific genius, mental marvel, and physical giant. Which he more than lived up to.

He lived up to his reputation, as a matter of fact, the way the atom bomb lives up to its reputation as an explosive weapon!

In person, Doc was a giant bronze man with hair a little darker than his skin and a pair of compelling flake-gold eye s that could calm you down or lift you out of your seat (whichever effect he desired).

He was a man of immense physical strength whose intelligent face ended any suspicion that he might be all muscle and no brain. It was a face whose handsomeness was made tolerable (to Doc's way of thinking) by its angular regularity.

All in all, the Man of Bronze was too conspicuous to investigate the mystery of the fish-drawing pranksters without taking precautions.

Doc was a genius at taking precautions. (Truth to tell, he was a genius at nearly everything he did.) He dug a cab driver's uniform and cap out of a clothes locker … changed into it … and took his special pneumatic elevator to the secret garage which he maintained in the skyscraper's basement.

There, he left the establishment in an old taxi, exiting through a secret door activated by a radio signal from the cab (which happened to be bulletproof among other not-very-obvious wonders).

The Bronze Man turned the corner … spotted 3 men answering the elevator operator's description

… and hit a dashboard button.

The left front tire in the cab let go like a shot. The car veered wildly.

Making a show of the struggle, Doc fought the wheel to the curb opposite the 3 men.

He got out and proceeded to go through the motions of changing the tire, seeming not to pay any attention to the loitering trio.

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attached to a telescope rod (somewhat like the examining tool that dentists use). He was a skilled lip-reader.

"This is ridiculous," one of the trio was saying. "Here we are practically camped on his doorstep.

And who says this goofy stunt is even going to work?"

"I don't hear any better suggestion," growled the other.

He possessed a hard, weather-beaten face with light-colored eyes that brought carpet tacks to one's mind. There was absolutely no warmth in them!

"And where-the-hell is George? I told him 2:00 o'clock. It's 10 past!"

"I'm more worried about Savage, dammit. He's Big stuff!"

"So is this, brother," the second speaker said fervently. "So is this."

"I keep hearing that. But I still don't see how any of these fish shenanigans are going …"

"What do you think we should do?" the second man (he seemed to be the group's leader) remarked with strained exasperation. "Go up there and ask him? 'Excuse us, Mr. Savage. But we're with Max Wood's outfit and we wondering -- before we get too deep into our activities -- whether-or-not you have been warned about us and intend to put a stop to these activities?' Is that what you want us to do? Is it??!"

The first man shifted his feet. He rolled a well-chewed toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. All three were watching the street, searching approaching faces.

"But this fish thing is screwy …"

"Sure. But if Savage knows anything, he'll be getting ready to tear off for Quincy. We have to find out now and head him off. He's the only one who could sink the whole plan. He's exactly the type, too.

This is just his damn meat!"

The man stepped away from the others and peered around the corner toward the skyscraper's main entrance.

Seeing nothing more than the usual New York pedestrians unconcernedly trampling the silver-painted sidewalk fish, he returned to the others.

"Now, we've pulled this scared-fish gag in enough places over town to get his attention. But he hasn't made a move so far. One last try in front of his Headquarters should do it. He'll grab George.

Then George will tell him a fable and pump him. And there you have it. We either skrag Savage or make tracks, depending on how close he is to being a monkey wrench in out well-oiled works."

The third man (he was racing away from the mirror) suddenly pointed north toward a man cross the street.

"Here comes that damn George now," the straw-boss muttered without pleasure. "About damn time!"

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They gathered themselves into a close-knit knot … straightened out their clothing as if it would smooth out the nervous lines of their faces as well … and turned the corner with the straw-boss man taking the lead.

On the opposite sidewalk, Doc Savage abandoned his flat tire and took up a position in a phone booth where he could better keep an eye on the others.

A sunburned man with sandy hair and a grim face was striding toward them, the Bronze Man saw.

He did not appear to recognize the trio nor notice the spiny silver fish on the concrete until he stepped on it …

… then he definitely took notice of the design.

His head went down. His face went slack.

He leaped a foot into the air and his blood-curdling yell bounced along the street.

"The fish!" he screeched. "The Frightened Fish! It means the end of Civilization!"

He began pulling at his hair. He beat his chest, his head, his sides, and presented a convincing portrait of a demented and terrified person.

The trio (acting the part of bystanders) fell upon him, wrestling him to the ground and otherwise made a big show of protecting the screaming man from himself. They eyed the skyscraper entrance at every opportunity.

Doc Savage walked up from the opposite side of the street.

"You can cut the acting," the bronze giant told them all.

One of the trio looked up in bewilderment.

"What … what did you say?" he gulped.

Doc removed his driver's cap.

"I said that you can drop the act," he repeated. "I know everything."

Nothing on his face indicated that this last was a fib.

Open-mouthed astonishment transfixed the quartet of men, a tangle of bodies on the sidewalk.

"You do?" one spoke in a hoarse croak.

It was the sunburned newcomer, George.

"I do," Doc told him.

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"Then I guess it's all over," George muttered, staring down at the spiny sidewalk fish that looked as if it were frozen in terror.

Then one of the men pulled a pistol and shot the Bronze Man twice.

Doc Savage was driven backward 3 steps by the force of the bullets. He kept his feet as if fighting to hold onto his balance against a hurricane-force gale and not a sudden flurry of .38-caliber slugs.

With the 3rd step, he twisted at the knees and ankles and collapsed on the curb.

He did not rise again.

The quartet of men took off in a flock, knocking through the gathering crowd like football linemen.

A waiting car carried them away.

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Doc Savage picked himself up. His breathing was red agony.

Both bullets had hit him in the solar plexus -- a particularly bad spot even with the bulletproof chain mesh undershirt protecting it.

He fought for air as he shook of the solicitous hands of the gathering crowd. He made for his cab.

A <press> or a dashboard button reinflated the supposedly flat tire and the car got under way.

Doc caught sight of the fleeing car almost immediately … reasoned out its general direction … and kept abreast of it by running down parallel streets on either side. Manhattan's grid-like street layout made this simple.

Meanwhile, he concentrated on getting his wind back and mentally berated himself for getting shot.

The zaniness of the man-terrified-by-Frightened-Fish lure had caused him to underestimate his opponents.

The trail led north to the Queensboro Bridge and then to Long Island. The Bronze Man was calculating his best next move -- whether to follow at a distance or cut his quarry off and confront them

-- when they turned onto an abandoned flying field near Patchogue. He knew with a sinking certainty that the quarter of suspicious men would have a plane standing by for just such an eventuality as this.

And he was right.

Floats bumping along the rutted, weed-choke ground, a small yellow seaplane took off moments and moaned northward.

Doc Savage watched it with unwavering metallic concern etched on his bronze mask of a face.

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II -- Mystery Concerning Fish

Monk Mayfair was waiting when Doc Savage returned to his Headquarters' Reception room.

'Monk' was Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett Mayfair -- one of Doc Savage's five(5) associates and one of the World's great industrial chemists (although he hardly looked the part).

He was a short, wide man with the knots-of-muscles physique and general disposition of a bull ape.

Monk had his fingers in his ears in an attempt to shut out the noisy shouting emanating from the next room (the Library). It was quite a row judging from the sound of it.

"What now?" Doc Savage asked wearily.

He was used to Monk's pranking enough to suspect some form of practical joke.

"Woman trouble," Monk said in a deceptively child-like squeal. His twinkling eyes popped open as he lowered his improbably-long arms.

"Again?"

"Not me. Johnny. He just blew back into town and me and Ham thought we'd all drop in. But you had gone. Next thing, this babe shows up all hot under the collar and lookin' for you. Said you knew where her fiancé was and she wanted him back pronto! Well, this spitfire didn't exactly cotton to your not being available. She got even more wrathy. We tried to calm her down. But Johnny made the mistake of usin' some of his big words on her. That really set her off and …"

"Let's see about this," Doc said sharply.

They marched into the Library.

The girl was short and blonde and 5/8's mouth, it seemed to the Bronze Man.

She was saying: "I repeat, I'm Celia Adams of the Massachusetts Adamses. And I can buy and sell the whole lot of you clowns. So if you don't tell me where Baker is …"

"An imponderability" said a long stringbean of a man who stood regarding the blonde through a handheld monocle as if she was some hithereto-unknown specimen of feminine evolution.

Celia Adams called the long stringbeam an unladylike name which cause the latter's face to colo He stepped back hastily. The eye behind the monocle swam.

"See here now, Miss".

This was from a handsome individual who was decked out in striped trousers, dark swag coat, and fawn lap-over vest.

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He was formally known as Brigadier General Theodore Marley Brooks. But otherwise "Ham"

Brooks, noted attorney and Doc Savage aide.

Unlike Johnny (William Harper Littlejohn), Ham considered himself something of a rake. But he was doing too well with Celia Adams.

He waved his dark cane excitedly. "That is no way for a lady to talk," he protested.

"Can the charm school lecture, you prissy-faced diplomat! I want Baker Eastland. And I want him NOW!"

Doc Savage cut off Monk's rude chortle.

"Perhaps I can assist you, Miss Adams," he said. "I'm Doc Savage."

Celia Adams spun around. If the reputation or presence of the Man of Bronze impressed her, she gave no sign. Her tirade continued uninterrupted. She merely redirected it.

"Where is Baker?" she demanded with an attention stamp of a well-shod foot! "He's been gone 5
days. I know he came here; he told me he was going to. And we are supposed to be married in a few days! This is absurd!!

"And to top it all off, these … these morons of yours refuse to give me any satisfaction."

Doc waved an impatient hand.

"Let's boil the meat off this bone of contention, shall we. You say you are Celia Adams and your fiancé -- Baker Eastland -- has vanished after telling you that he intended to see me out. Is that much correct?"

"Yes!" Celia stamped her other foot this time. "And I demand …"

"Now just who is Baker Eastland? And while you are informing us, exactly who are you?"

"My father is Manet Adams, the State congressman. And if you don't …"

Monk Mayfair rolled his eyes heavenward and took hold of his rusty pig-bristle hair.

"This is startin' to give me one powerful headache."

Celia Adams fixed him with a withering blue-eyed stare, causing Ham Brooks to snicker.

Monk and Ham were wonderful friends who enjoyed one another's misfortunes. Particularly those they inflicted upon each other.

Growing more impatient with the congressman's spoiled daughter, Doc Savage demanded: "Baker Eastland … Describe him, please."

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The blonde gave a brief description of a brown-haired, brown-eyed man of average height and build.

The description did not fit any of the 4 men who had been involved in the zany and elaborate fish business, Doc realized.

"Did Baker Eastland explain why he would want to meet with me?" Doc asked.

"No. Baker happens to be an important ichthyologist who worked for the government during the War," Celia Adams explained. "Now he's engaged in private research. Not to mention being engaged to me. He's actually quite prominent in his field. I'm surprised that you don't know of him. Perhaps you do not keep up with the latest advances in his field."

That remark brought sputters of mirth from Monk and Johnny. Ham tittered into his hand politely.

"Wait a minute," Doc said sharply.

His face looked shocked.

"You say your fiancé is an ichthyologist?

A little taken aback by the Bronze Man's tone, Celia replied in a considerably calmer voice.

"That's right," she said. "He studies sea life. Fish. Are you trying to tell me you don't know where he is?"

Doc ignored the question and described the 4 hoaxers that he recently encountered.

"Know any of them?"

"No."

"Ever hear of a man named Max Wood?"

"Yes! He's a friend of Baker's. Or was. They were involved in a business arrangement together. It fell through. I don't know the details. But that was when Baker became scared or something and decided he was going to see you. I was to come along. But he'd already left Quincy. I was too preoccupied with the wedding plans to pay much attention."

"Max Wood," Doc demanded. "Describe him."

"Well, he's sort of creepy. Almost sinister," Celia Adams offered in a subdued voice.

Then she belief her statement by describing a scholarly-sounding individual of no overtly evil attributes at all.

"You say this Wood is a sinister sort," Doc Savage pointed out. "But the man you describe possesses no unusual physical characteristics of any kind. Was there something in his background or actions that would lead you to label him so harshly?"

"Actually, I know very little about him," Celia admitted defensively. "Only that he and Baker shared an interest in sea life and they had been working on something together."

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"But still you would characterize him as sinister?" Doc pressed.

Celia Adams looked out toward a long bank of windows through which the Hudson River was visible.

"You would have to know him to understand what I'm saying," she said vaguely. "I disliked Max Wood from the very first moment I laid eyes on him."

"A conundrum necessitating explanatory interlocution," Johnny Littlejohn remarked.

"There he goes again!" Celia said, throwing up her white-gloved hands like a fussy hen.

"What Johnny means," the lawyer Ham Brooks interjected smoothly, "is "Doc seems to know something we do not and an explanation might clear some air."

He neglected to add that Johnny's long words were his principle vice. Which he mercilessly inflicted upon others for reasons known only to himself.

"All right," Doc Savage said. "Here's the gist of it."

He ran through the last few hours' experiences beginning with the first man-frightened-by-a-fish report to his eavesdropping on a strange plot directed at him.

He included the futile chase to Long Island and the mysterious yellow seaplane (although it didn't exactly cover him in glory).

The others listened with expressions of mute puzzlement.

"Scared silver fish," Ham muttered when the Bronze Man was through talking. "Highly unlikely source of terror."

"Sounds fishy to me too," Monk put in for no other reason than he knew the pun would elicit a pained <wince> from the proper Ham Brooks.

Celia Adams' comment was: "But that doesn't explain what happened to Baker. I demand that you find him at once! I demand it! Do you hear?"

But Doc Savage had already moved across the Library to a huge globe that was at least 4 feet in diameter.

"From where did you say you hailed, Miss Adams?"

"Quincy. Quincy, Massachusetts. But what has that to do with …"

"One of the men mentioned a placed called Quincy," Doc remarked to no one in particular as he spun the globe. "There are several localities known as 'Quincy' in the United States. But only one of which could be reached by flying in a generally northern direction from here. This one happens to be a city on the Massachusetts coast just south of Boston."

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Monk looked at the spot on the globe and predicted: "I guess we're going to Quincy."

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Monk Mayfair had never heard of Quincy, Massachusetts.

But that didn't stop him from reciting a travelogue of the city with facts that he gleaned from maps and an atlas that he found in the plane as they made their downleg approach to Quincy Bay.

"Quincy," Monk was saying, "is the only American city to produce 2 American presidents -- John Adams and John Quincy Adams. But the town is actually named after a 'Colonel John Quincy'.

"The first iron blast furnace in the Country was erected in Quincy. The first American railroad was built here in 1825. It wasn't for carrying passengers, though. They used it to shunt granite from Quincy Quarry across the Neponset River to Boston for the Bunker Hill Monument.

"It's a big shipbuilding town, too. Quincy Bay is separated from Boston Harbor by a headland called Squantum. Named after the famous Indian, Squanto. It seems that it was on Squantum that Captain Miles Standish first met this Squanto.

"On the other hand, Squantum is Nargansett Indian lingo for 'angry god'. During Puritan days, a rascal named Thomas Morton set up a trading post on a hill called 'Merry Mount' at the other end of the beach where he sold guns and liquor to the local redskins. He also erected a pagan maypole that upset Governor Bradford down in Plymouth Colony. He sent Miles Standish and some soldiers to Merry Mount to put a stop to Morton's wicked ways. They chopped down the maypole and hauled Morton away in chains."

Monk's tedious recitation, it was suspected, was offered for no better reason than to keep Celia Adams from getting a word in.

Attractive as she was, no one seemed to enjoy her company. She sat alone at the rear fuming.

Which caused Johnny Littlejohn to remark to Doc Savage:

"This is one outing which Monk and Ham aren't fighting over a girl." (The gaunt archaeologist-geologist never used his long words on Doc Savage.)

Doc nodded as he ran through a cockpit check before landing. The flinty blonde hadn't exactly aroused his interest either. But then it was generally conceded that the Man of Bronze was virtually woman-proof.

The plane was a twin-engine experimental jet. It had made the trip from New York in little less than an hour. So brief a time that Doc Savage hadn't bothered to pressurize the cabin.

"Hey!" Monk said in his immature voice. "According to this map, there's a Naval air station in Squantum. We can land there."

But Doc shook his head.

"Too complicated. We'll set down in the water."

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Monk evinced no surprise that the Bronze Man decided on this unusual course.

"This isn't exactly a village," the homely chemist said while looking out the cockpit window at the fair-sized city stretching back from a long sandy line of beach where the water lapped placidly. "How are we going to find those 4 guys -- assuming they're down there?"

Doc Savage didn't answer immediately, being absorbed in landing preparations.

He dropped the wingflaps and "dragged" the bay. The water was placid.

He brought the ship around again and changed the special airfoil arrangement in the wings which made the landing run-out not much different than that of an ordinary propeller-driven craft, thereby allowing the ship to land where other jets could not. As on Quincy Bay.

The jet made its approach with a forward speed of less than 60 mph. The water came up at them like a rippled blue sheet.

They hit with a jar and bounced. Then the hull (designed for sea and snow landings) settled.

Under low throttle, the Bronze Man "goosed" the jet toward shore using the guide rudder to maneuver. (It served as a water helm.)

They anchored in a salt marsh at the north end of the beach and waded through knee-high eelgrass to shore.

Celia Adams -- with more than a trace of "vinegar" in her tone -- repeated Monk's unanswered questions.

"Just how are you going to find those men in a city this size? And we're wasting our time anyway.

Baker won't be here."

Doc Savage didn't respond to that.

Instead, he said: "I seem to recall a police station at the other end of the beach and inland. We'll visit the local police for a start."

"But that's nearly a mile away!" Celia complained.

"More than a mile in all," Doc replied. "We'd best get under way."

Celia Adams <blinked> her sharp blue eyes rapidly. Her mouth made preparatory shapes …

… but something in the Bronze Man's weird eye s quelled her feistiness.

They walked. The tide was out and the sand consequently wet where the early-winter cold hadn't frozen it in scabs of ice. A well-traveled ran the length of beach (Wollaston Beach, it was called) after a seaman known as Captain Wollaston, Monk Mayfair informed them.

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They trekked along the macadam sidewalk. At intervals, cars stood parked with the noses pointed oceanward and drivers enjoying sandwich lunches and the ocean view from the comfort of their vehicles.

Despite the inclement weather, the beach was not deserted. Several hardy individuals with their pants rolled up to the knees ranged the patches of sand that the departing tide left behind to search for clams with pails in one hand and clawed digging tools ("clam forks") in the other.

Noticing them, Ham Brooks sniffed: "They don't seem to be having much luck. Their pails are empty."

"Too cold for clams," Monk said contrarily.

"Prevaricator," Johnny said of Monk. Which caused Celia to regard the tall archeologist-geologist with disdain.

Monk didn't seem to mind being called a "bald-faced liar" by Johnny. Which didn't mean that he was unaware of Johnny's meaning.

The apish chemist never lost an opportunity to heckle or contradict Ham. And the dapper lawyer usually responded in kind. The two were actually the best of friends although they showed it in unusual ways.

They progressed a bare quarter-mile. Ham anxiously glanced back at the moored jet which had begun to attract the curious.

Celia Adams had a fuming silence like a slowly-inflating balloon. It finally burst!

"How am I going to get married if you clowns don't find Baker! This is ridiculous!! What are we doing here? Just because you overheard them mention Quincy doesn't mean that Baker came back here.

And furthermore, I don't even think that crazy fish business has anything to do with Baker's disappearance!"

This tirade didn't appear directed at anyone in particular.

"I'm inclined to agree," Monk undertoned to Doc. "The prospect of having a noise-maker like her for a breakfast partner doesn't exactly make me feel warm all over. I'll bet this Baker skipped out on her."

The Bronze Man said nothing. But his expression was a little weary. Women sometimes had that effect upon him.

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The car was going a good 70 mph when it came up from behind them … jumped the sidewalk …

and smacked into the rocky seawall separating the sidewalk and beach!

Before the men with the guns could leap out, Doc pushed Celia over and behind the seawall.

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He was not gentle about it. She went over like a flung rag doll and stayed down.

Next, Monk let out a spine-chilling whoop of pleasure and lunged for an opening car door.

The driver had set one foot on the ground preparatory to emerging from behind the wheel. Then he saw Monk.

He hastily withdrew the foot and tried to get the door shut. A big hairy paw plucked the door from his tugging hands. Then it pushed the wild-eyed driver into the gunman seated next to him.

A shot punched a hole in the car roof. The gun clattered to the floorboards.

Monk piled in. Enthusiastically, the apish chemist began to reupholster the front seat with its occupants.

Not possessing Monk Mayfair's primitive instincts, Doc, Ham, and Johnny took a moment to assess the situation. During which 2 men stepped out of the back seat and pointed large weapons in their faces.

The bores of the weapons had about the same empty expression as their eyes.

They were two of the men from New York. One was the individual with carpet-tack eyes whom Doc recognized as the group's leader.

He said: "Let's have a show of hands."

Doc, Ham, and Johnny exchanged glances.

Wordlessly, they raised their hands.

"Okay," the straw-boss said to his companion. "Now tranquilize 'King Kong' there before he wrecks the car."

The second gunman stuck his head in the driver's window and -- leaning in -- chopped at something twice with the flat of his automatic.

Monk's squalling promptly subsided.

After the pair in the front seat got themselves organized, the homely Chemist was tossed from the machine. 2 battered men (one of them the sandy-haired man with sunburned ears who had feigned a fear of fish) alighted. The sunburned one promptly went rubber-kneed and fell on his face, unconscious.

At a nod from the straw-boss, he was lugged out of sight.

"All right now!" the straw-boss said with ferocious joy. "Let's grab off another car and cart these troublemakers away from here."

He looked around the damaged car.

"Wait a minute! Wasn't there a girl with them a minute ago?"

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The question was met by silence and stony regards.

"What about it, Bronze guy?"

Doc Savage said nothing.

"Okay, have it your way," the leader said uneasily. "Two of you check around while I cover these birds."

They looked over the seawall (a logical first step) and found Celia Adams. She was huddled in the lee of the piled-stone seawall "playing possum".

"Jackpot," one said.

"Come on, you!" the straw-boss barked. "Get up!"

When Celia refused to move, he snapped: I said Get Up!"

She jumped under the lash of his harsh words.

Climbing to her feet, she said: I'll have you know I'm Celia Adams, daughter of Congressman Manet Adams and great-great-granddaughter of Presidents John Adams and John Quincy Adams. My father is an important man in this town. And I …"

"… am a big noise all by yourself," the straw-boss sneered. "We don't care much about you, your father, or any of your great and not-so-great grandfathers. So don't make us shoot you. I hate shooting famous people. It always leads to all sorts of inconveniences."

Celia Adams meekly climbed over the seal.

"What have you done with Baker?" she demanded through her obvious fright.

"We cut him up and fed to the little fishes," the straw-boss bragged.

Celia put a white-gloved hand over her mouth and kept it there. Her face lost 3 shades of color.

"Good goin', Nate," a man guffawed. "That shut her up good."

The straw-boss named 'Nate' walked up to Doc Savage and showed his teeth in an unpleasant manner.

"So you did know about this after all."

Before the Bronze Man could reply, one of the men got another car going after breaking a window of a parked sedan in order to get at its ignition.

"Okay!" he called back. "We're set now."

The prisoners were split up between the cars. Because one of the gunmen was unconscious, there was some fuss about arrangements.

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Finally, they decided to load their fallen member into the stolen car along with Celia Adams and the sleeping Monk Mayfair. That left two(2) of them to ride with Doc Savage, Ham Brooks, and Johnny Littlejohn.

They were pushing Celia into the back seat, their attention a little distracted, when Doc spoke quick words in Mayan. It was a language that he used when he didn't wish to be understood by others outside his group. He simultaneously knocked the gun from the leader's hand.

Johnny fell upon the other gunman like a set of hardwood sticks connected by elastic ropes. He seemed to tangle the man's limbs up in his own.

A gun dropped to the ground whereupon Johnny wordlessly and methodically pounded on the man's head with relentless driving blows!

The 3rd gunman shoved Celia into the back seat and brought out his gun.

He waved it wildly, looking for a clear target …

… and settled on Ham Brooks who was endeavoring to sneak up on him.

The gun barked! Ham dived behind the seawall. The gunman rushed to the spot and collected himself a faceful of sand. His gun went off an inch from Ham's face. After which neither of them did any more fighting in deference to their angrily-ringing eardrums.

The fight ended quickly.

Doc Savage gathered the 3 functioning gunmen together.

"Suppose we have some answers," he suggested.

"Like what?" the leader retorted hotly.

"For instance, what is this about?"

The man looked aghast.

"I thought you knew all about it!"

"Only what I overheard you saying outside my Headquarters and what Miss Adams here has volunteered."

"Who-the-hell is she?"

"Baker Eastland's fiancé if you must know. Now let's have it. All of it."

The captured attackers had been made to lean against the seawall. Which being only about 2 feet high meant that they were half-sitting/half-leaning against it.

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Nate -- the man who seemed to be the straw-boss of the quartet -- looked queasy. He took his right wrist in his left hand and wet his lips nervously.

The gas pen must have been clipped to his sleeve because the cuff caught fire. Immediately, the air was full of choking yellowish fumes.

"Tear gas!" Johnny yelled.

There was another brief melee, this time conducted under the most disorienting circumstances possible.

Celia Adams let out a scream. Men collided! There were blows. But fortunately no guns went off.

Doc Savage was no less handicapped than the others. Lunging for a man, he barked both shins on the seawall and went down. From a sitting position, he reached out and upset such legs as he happed to encounter. He did this with his eyes pinched shut.

After a while, the noise and confusion subsided. Doc's leaking eyes cleared.

He found -- in succession -- Johnny, Monk (still out cold), and Ham. The 4 gunmen and Celia Adams were gone.

At first, the Bronze Man couldn't understand how that could be because both cars were still present.

Then he remembered that there had been several small boats anchored not far off shore.

Sure enough, a small shell of a motorboat sputtered out into the bay. He could see Celia Adams in the boat along with three(3) of the men. The legs of the fourth one (the one still Sure enough, a small shell of a motorboat sputtered out into the bay. He could see Celia Adams in the boat along with three(3) of the men. The legs of the fourth one (the one still unconscious) dangled off the port side.

Ham Brooks made a disgusted noise in his throat. Then he fetched some bone- chilling seawater in his hat to pour over Monk Mayfair's face.

The aristocratic attorney poured it slowly … pausing often in fierce enjoyment. The fact that the brine was having no effect seemed not to discourage him in the slightest.

Johnny Littlejohn turned to Doc Savage.

"Reckon we can get to the plane in time to follow them from the air?"

The reply never came because the police arrived next.

The police came in a black&white patrol car. They emerged wearing almost identical unhappy expressions.

First, they surveyed the 2 damaged vehicles. And then second, they demanded an explanation.

"Let's hear about this starting with who-the-hell you all are, "the taller of the pair said.

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"I'm Clark Savage, Jr.," Doc said.

Which took the orneriness out of both of the cops. They turned sweet and polite and solicitous.

They had heard of Doc Savage, they said. Could they be of assistance? they wanted to know. Were they (meaning Doc and his party) in Quincy to look into the fish mystery?

"What fish mystery?" the Bronze Man asked sharply.

One of the cops jumped in startlement.

"Why, it's the damndest thing!" they short one offered. "For the past 2 weeks, there hasn't been any fish in Quincy Bay. And this is an excellent fishing spot. Even the clam-diggers are coming away empty-handed."

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III -- The Ichthyologist

Doc Savage's state and Federal credentials had the entire Quincy police force falling over the
bronze giant and his aides.

They were at the city police station -- a 3-story sandstone edifice overlooking a well-manicured cemetery. Doc was using a telephone in the office of the Captain of Police (whose name was Slattery).

He had already made half-a-dozen calls. The Coast Guard had reported the progress of the fleeing motorboat as far as the Boston airport. From there, the 4 men and Celia Adams had taken a light plane.

(The NC numbers were the same as the seaplane that the Bronze Man had seen take off from Long Island.)

Doc had requested that the plane not be hindered in any way but to alert every flying field in New England to watch out for it.

While awaiting word, Doc Savage was asked by the captain-of-police if there was anything he desired. "Any little thing at all" as the captain phrased it.

"Has my associate Monk Mayfair awoken yet?" Doc asked.

"Mr. Brooks is working him over with smelling salts."

Just then, the results of Ham's ministrations charged into the captain's office pursuing the dapper lawyer himself!

Ham bowled past Captain Slattery and looked about frantically for another door. Seeing none, he set his back to a heavy maple coat-rack and unsheathed his sword-cane at the bellowing form of Monk Mayfair.

"Stay back, you simian mistake of Nature!" Ham warned.

Monk waved an open bottle of smelling salts.

"Not until I give you a taste of your own medicine!" the burly chemist roared.

"Monk …," Doc warned.

I mean it this time," Monk snarled. "I've had it with this ambulatory pork chop. I woke up not 5
minutes ago with this bottle of smelling salts practically shoved up one nostril. That was bad enough.

But when I saw that I was in a jail cell, I naturally wanted to know why."

"Under the circumstances, it was the most logical place to put an unconscious man," Doc explained.

"I know that now," Monk growled, eyeing Ham. "But this shyster spun me a story that I had accidentally killed a man back at the beach and I had come down with amnesia. He told me that I was on death row and he had come to say goodbye since I was scheduled for the 'hot seat' at midnight. I was never so scared in my life!"

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"Not true," Ham taunted. "The first time you ever looked into a mirror should take that prize."

Monk roared and lifted his long furry arms.

Ham feinted with his cane. A sticky chemical daubed on the tip gleamed. It was an anesthetic compound. And only that -- not the threat of the blade itself -- kept the hairy chemist at bay.

"Monk," Doc said levelly, "I'd like you to return to the plane and use your equipment to collect water samples from Quincy Bay."

The Bronze Man turned to Captain Slattery.

"Would you mind having one of your officers give my associate a ride back?"

"Not at all, Mr. Savage," the police captain said, eyeing the two would-be combatants with concern.

Then -- to everyone's surprise -- Monk immediately lowered his arms and Ham unconcernedly returned his sword to its ebony sheath.

"Anyplace special you want me to take the sample from?" Monk asked Doc Savage in a suddenly amiable voice.

"Take one from either end of the beach," the Bronze Man instructed. "Then go out into the middle of the bay and collect a third. But not too far out."

"Gotcha, Doc. Catch you later, shyster," Monk called to Ham.

He left the room without a word.

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Less than an hour passed before Doc Savage received a call from a private field on the north shore of Massachusetts informing him that the plane had just landed there. He thanked the field manager and hung up.

Monk strolled in at that point carrying an equipment case under one long arm. He gave it a hearty spank.

"I did like you asked, Doc."

"Notice anything unusual?" the Bronze Man asked.

"I noticed there wasn't any fish in the water."

"We knew that."

"One of them clam-diggers fed me a nice yarn," Monk added. "He related as how one night about 2
weeks back, the entire bay up-and-turned black."

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"Black?"

"That's what he said -- black."

Doc turned to Captain Slattery.

"Know anything about this?"

Slattery looked uncomfortable.

"There was some wild talk around that time, yeah. But by the time we heard the reports, it was morning and the bay was a blue as lake water. We figured the reports were mistaken. There was no Moon that night. If the bay had turned black under those conditions, how would anyone be able to tell?"

"The people who reported this," Doc inquired. "They were local citizens?"

"Yeah," Slattery admitted. "Why?"

"Presumably, locals would know the normal appearance of the water on a moonless night. They would not normally have made such a mistake."

The Captain rubbed his jaw thoughtfully.

"I hadn't thought of that," he said slowly.

"Well be going now, Captain," Doc said.

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The police drove them back to their jet and all-but-tried to push the Bronze Man's craft into the air by hand.

The hull pontoon carved a long wake out over the bay … got on step … and vaulted into the sky.

The sky was the same color as the bay -- blue. But it was darkening with the approach of night.

"Funny thing about those vanished fish," Johnny was saying after they began climbing to the north.

"I wonder if it ties in with this mystery we're investigating?"

"I don't see how," Ham snorted. "Besides, just because the fish disappear from one bay doesn't seem to add up to all that much in my book."

"Much as I hate to admit it," Monk added, "This shyster is right. Those cops said the missing-fish business was limited to Quincy Bay. So it doesn't amount to anything threatening. Besides, don't fish migrate just like birds? Maybe the fish in Quincy Bay are just in a migrating mood. So what's the big deal?"

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"Ever see a fishbowl that wasn't taken care of properly?" Johnny asked, blowing a dust speck off his monocle which hung from his lapel by a ribbon. (It was not actually an eyepiece but rather a magnifying glass carried that way for convenience.)

"Yeah. "What's that got to do with it?"

"When you don't keep a fish tank clean," Johnny began in a lecture-like tone, "the water gets scummy with algae. That's why catfish are often put in home tanks. They help scour them by their scavenging habits. Take the catfish away, stop feeding the fish, and the food chain breaks down.

Everything dies.

"It works the same way -- but on a larger scale -- in the ocean. Remove the plants, for instance, and there will be no oxygen for fish to breathe. Conversely, if you take away the fish, the plants will die off because the fish exhale carbon dioxide which sea plants need to survive. "Even if you remove only 1-or-2 species of fish, you would destroy the food chain because some fish are food for others. And some

-- by eating still other fish -- serve to keep those fish populations down.

"And then there is the matter of human dependence upon fish. There is a bi fishing industry in this Country. Suppose all the fish were to depart from -- say, the East Coast. It would result in economic catastrophe."

Monk and Ham digested that for some minutes.

Finally, the homely chemist said: "Aw, you're just building a castle of words. Even if they are small words for a change."

Doc Savage did not take part in the conversation.

He was more than a little chagrined upon the sight of his experimental jet aircraft drawing his quarry out in the open (should they be present). The ruse had worked. Yet the attacker had managed to catch Him and his party off-guard. He was intensely disgusted about that development.

At length, he decided what had gone wrong. He hadn't alerted his men to the plan. And the reason was that each time he been about to, Celia Adams had demanded an explanation for his actions. This had caused him to perversely hold back.

Doc decided that he didn't like Celia Adams.

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The air field was small and situated near a wooden bridge that connected the coastal town of Newburyport with what area maps called Plum Island.

From the air, Plum Island resembled an elongated amoeba of sand perhaps a mile in length and separated from land by a small expanse of tidal flat and salt marsh.

Like an oversized barber pole, a small red&white lighthouse thrust up from the north end of the island which Monk Mayfair informed them was named for the plentiful wild plums that grew on it.

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The stocky chemist had his head buried in the atlas again. Ham Brooks was the target of his recitation this time.

It was Johnny Littlejohn who brought the beached whales to their attention.

"Doc," he said. "I believe those are blackfish."

"I see them," the Bronze Man said. "And you are correct. They are blackfish."

"Where?" Monk said, looking out to see with an eager face.

"Not in the water, you gossoon!" Ham snorted. "They're up on the beach."

Monk's twinkling eyes raked the sandy side of the island. They went wide at the sight of the blubbery black shapes that sat in the shadow of the lighthouse like a row of sardines fallen out of a tin.

"For God's sake!" Monk exploded. "There's seven(7) of them!"

The hairy chemist turned to Doc.

""Think it has anything to do with this fish hocus-pocus?"

"It is certainly another thing to investigate," Doc told him, scanning the beach.

On the island's long eastern side, waves crashed and spent themselves against long jetties of seaweed-fashioned granite blocks.

"No way to land among those breakers," Monk judged.

Doc nodded as he requested clearance from the field.

It was a dirt field intended for private craft. A line of gaudy 1- and 2-engine planes were staked down along one side of the field like expensive birds of prey.

It would be a difficult landing.

The Bronze Man took the wind direction and speed from the operations manager and brought the jet around into the wind. It was blowing 20 mph. That would help decrease airspeed.

He adjusted the airfoil curvature until airspeed had dropped below 150 mph and lowered the wheels, noting the gear locking lights as they turned green.

The high-pressure dual tires hit and stayed in contact with the ground as the jet's flaps dug into the wind. The end of the field came up on them swiftly. Doc eased the wheel brakes into play.

With a decreasing whine coming from both engines, the jet lurched to a stop. Doc shut down No. 1
and turned his attention to No. 2.

The turbine blades wound down to silence.

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Monk was the first one out of the jet. Doc Savage climbed down last.

A roly-poly man came running out of the operations shack ("shack" described it aptly) with a lot of questions about the Bronze Man's jet.

But Doc cut him off impatiently and asked some questions of his own.

"Sure," he was told by the shivering operations manager. "The ship you described landed about an hour-or-so ago. The pilot asked the way to the Gremlin. Then he and the others headed for the island on foot."

"Gremlin?"

"One of the cottages on the island. They all have names. Kinda like boats. The Gremlin is owned by Max Wood. I tried to tell them that Max only spends his summers here. But they didn't seem to care about that."

"Ever hear of a Baker Eastland?" Ham put in, his dark eyes snapping.

"Sure. Old Baker's a swell egg. Friend of Max's and mine. But Baker ain't here either. I'd know about it if he was. Besides, it's off-season. Only die-hards on the island right now. And a few island sightseers come to see the whales."

"How many in the party?" Doc asked.

"Four(4). Four counting the girl."

The operations manager gave concise, accurate descriptions of the 4 gunmen and Celia Adams.

None resembled the Max Wood of Delia Adams' account.

"When did the whales beach"? Doc asked at last.

"Yesterday. But we've had a rash of beaching for weeks now. Never seen anything like it in all my years on the island!"

They borrowed a car and drove it over the bridge … past the salt marsh ... and onto the island. The stink of exposed tidal flat assailed their nostrils. On either side of the road, cones of salt hay lay piled on wood staddles.

The Gremlin was easy to find, there being only one road worthy of the term. Past the church and on the right.

It was a rude clapboard box of a weather-beaten thing sitting on the sand, close enough to the water to be in peril during storms. It had a color of yellow cream with a gray tinge.

Doc drove past it. There was no sign of habitation. And they hadn't passed any of the quartet of gunmen or Celia Adams walking on foot. Not that they really expected to at this late hour.

But the absence of life hanging about the seemingly uninhabited Gremlin stimulated the Man of

Bronze's sense of caution.

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"We gonna double back and sneak up on it?" Monk wondered.

"The whales first," Doc said.

"The road (it was of gravel, not blacktop) petered out in the vicinity of the squat peppermint stick of a lighthouse.

Doc pulled over to the side. They got out and trudged toward the Nubian shapes of the stranded whales.

As they approached, they heard the forlorn blowing sounds that the whales made. One would blow

… then another … and on down the line to the last. They were like a sad wind section in an orchestra.

Doc Savage eased his way into the crowd. It consisted of mostly locals hugging themselves against the chilly sea wind and the helplessness of Man before an unexplainable force of Nature.

"Jove, Doc!" Ham Brooks breathed while examining the monsters from a cautious distance. "What kind of power could shove 7 live whales clear up on dry sand like this?"

Instead of replying, the Bronze Man circled the whales, his flake-gold eye s animated.

Johnny Littlejohn answered for Doc.

"Whale beaching are not uncommon," he told the others. "But no one has yet been able to explain why perfectly healthy creatures such as these strand themselves in this manner because Death is the inevitable result."

"You mean," Monk squeaked, "these whales are committing suicide?"

"Actually, they are blackfish -- a species of small whale. They are commercially valuable because their heads contain an oil which can be used as a lubricant for certain delicate mechanisms. The oil is found in a cranial organ known as the 'melon'. And yes -- suicide is one of the hypotheses most frequently expounded to explain the phenomenon of spontaneous whale strandings."

"They do look kinda sad-eyed at that," Monk admitted.

"If you ask me, Ham joined in, "these beasts look positively scared."

"Nobody ask you, shyster," Monk said unkindly.

Doc Savage drifted back and leveled an arm in the direction of the water. Night was falling. But frequent splashings could be seen on the ocean's surface.

"Have you noticed how active the water is?" Doc asked.

"Great Grief!" Ham exclaimed. "Are more coming?"

"No," the Bronze Man said quietly. "Those are ordinary game fish."

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He listened to the splashing a moment … then remarked: "I think it is time to investigate the Gremlin."

They returned to the car.

A quarter-mile short of the cottage, they pulled into a sandy driveway between 2 tumbledown duplex cottages and started off on foot.

"Say, Doc," Monk asked as they worked their way along the beach.

His big feet made the sand under them complain endlessly. It was now night. Above hanging poised in the sea wind like bleached bats, sea gulls scolded them with raucous voices. Waves gnashed at the breakers with monotonous regularity, throwing up foam and cold spray … then crawling back in sullen retreat.

"Why do you suppose they all lit out for this sand dune?"

"Because that Baker Eastland is probably holed up here," Ham put in snidely.

"Yeah. But how'd they pounce on that fact -- if true -- so sudden?"

"I'll bet that Celia spilled those particular beans," offered Johnny whose general opinion of women was not generous.

"Then why didn't she breathe a word to us?" Monk demanded.

"If you recollect, Celia Adams is nothing if not a contrary morsel," Johnny pronounced flatly.

That sounded about correct to Doc Savage. But he kept his thoughts to himself.

Cottages were sprinkled on either side of the main road. So they slipped in between these in order to approach the Gremlin.

And it was well that they did so because it enabled to spot 5 shadowy figures attempting to do the same from the cottage's opposite side.

Their skulking attitude as they moved into the lee of a ramshackle structure marked them as suspicious. And the automatics in their hands were discernible by their familiar square shapes.

One of their number struggles with another.

A hand lashed out producing a sharp <slap> of a sound.

The struggling figure settled down. Its crouching outline was unmistakably feminine.

"We now know who they are," Ham breathed.

"Let's see if we can beat their time," Monk said fiercely as his homely features took on a rock-cracking expression.

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"Good idea," Doc stated.

They set off at a dead run across the sand and got to the cottage's screen-enclosed veranda where they crouched low.

The big Bronze Man hit the door and the others followed him in.

"Eastland!" Doc hissed. "This is Doc Savage!"

The noise of their own breathing as they hugged a dusty threadbare rug was the only sound. It wasn't reassuring.

The room was dark. But cracks of pale seeping light outline a door.

The bronze giant crawled to this acutely aware that if the missing ichthyologist was here, he was probably armed and frightened enough to fall back upon wild shooting in a crunch.

"Eastland!" Doc rapped out. "Your enemies are on our heels. They have Miss Adams with them.

You had better come to some swift decisions before we're all prisoners. Or worse."

That did it.

A brown-haired, brown-eyed young man stepped through the open door.

He had a revolver. But if his careless handling was any guide, he had not much familiarity with its use. His face wore a tan that looked dusty because apprehension had drained the skin beneath it of blood.

"I know about them," he rasped. "They've been out there for over an hour just skulking around.

They're waiting for something."

Baker Eastland (he fit the description that Celia Adams had given in New York) looked haggard.

"You are Doc Savage," he said after they had found their feet. "How-on-earth did you find me?"

Doc sketched in the details beginning with the bizarre fish hijinks back in New York and finishing with:

"This is just the tip of the iceberg as far as we are aware. We don't know any more about this mystery."

Baker Eastland cast a wary eye out a window.

"They're still out there."

The Bronze Man went to his side.

"Maybe if I tried to pick them off," Eastland suggested hopefully, "we could round off the odds in our favor."

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Frowning, Doc Savage took away his gun.

"You ever fire one of these things before."

Eastland looked contrite.

"No."

"Ever kill a man?"

"Of course not!" he exploded.

"Then this is no time to start."

Doc broke open the pistol and extracted the shells. He placed the weapon on a table from which Monk Mayfair surreptitiously retrieved it along with the shells.

The homely chemist gave the appearance of an amiable vulgarian. But his nature included a strong streak of blood-thirstiness.

He hid the reloaded revolver under his coat.

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A car drew to a halt on the road while they were assessing their position.

Both Doc and Baker moved to another room to get a better view while the others kept watch over the skulking gunmen who hadn't moved much from their places of concealment.

The room was bare except for countless fish mounted on polished wooden trophy plaques. They seemed to hug the shadows, holding their collective breaths against some impending menace.

It was pitch-black now and there was no Moon to illuminate the situation. Several men stepped from the car. One of them uncorked a long, high-pitched whistle.

The signal was answered in kind.

"Hey!" Monk yelled suddenly. "These guys are moving!"

Doc Savage raced back in alarm …

… only to discover that the gunmen had merely broke and run for the lately-arrived vehicle.

He rejoined Baker Eastland with Monk Mayfair, Ham Brooks, and Johnny Littlejohn in tow.

"Max Wood is here!" Eastland moaned as if speaking of 'Old Nick' himself. "I recognize his profile."

"Wood is behind this fish mystery?" Doc queried.

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"Yes. He … he was my friend. Or I had considered him such before all this hell broke loose."

"How about letting us see more of this iceberg," the Bronze Man suggested.

Eastland cast a pained look out at the car and its huddled figures.

"Max Wood is a scientist. A maritime biologist. At least he told me he was. Later, I had reason to doubt his claim although he was very learned.

"I developed something during the War -- I used to work for the Navy's Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute -- but didn't complete my work until the shooting had ended. It was just as well. I had discovered a horrible thing.

"But Wood wanted it. I met him 6 months ago and …"

Eastland's voice trailed off. He swallowed.

"I'm ashamed to say that I sold him the secret. After I had time to think about it, I realized that Wood intended no good. I tried to buy it back but he was adamant. We had a terrible fight. He tried to kill me but I got away."

"Was that when you tried to reach me?"

"Yes, that's right. I once attended a lecture you'd given on the diversity of scalation among extinct osteostracans and anaspids of the Cephalaspidomorphi class. And of course I'd heard of your career of righting wrongs and punishing …"

"And what happened next?" Doc prompted.

Eastland withdrew from the window hurriedly. Wearing a tight expression, he faced Doc Savage.

Despite his relative youth, his features were as element-seamed as an old salt's.

"I was nearly ambushed on the way to New York," he said. "I realized I was being followed. They found out I was bound for your headquarters. So I doubled back to Massachusetts. I thought I was doing a clever thing by hiding in Wood's own summer cottage. We spent some time here last summer before all this happened. I don't understand how they could have guessed where I'd be."

"We have a theory about that," Doc told him.

"What's that?"

Instead of answering, the Bronze Man asked a question.

""Had you mentioned this cottage as a hiding place to your fiancé?"

"I believe I did. I told her that if things got tough, I could wait out the Winter up her. But Celia would never betray me like that. She's a very close-mouthed girl."

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Monk snorted!

"From what we seen of her, she's a fountain of comment! In fact, if we ever get her back, you could do us a favor and show us where her comment cut-off switch is."

Baker Eastland had no response to that. New worry settled over his tanned features.

"Doc!" Ham hissed warningly. "They're moving in on us!"

It was true. Fully 9 darkened figures had fanned out and were approaching the Gremlin cautiously.

Doc Savage spotted one submachine gun and knew that the thin walls of the cottage would be absolutely no protection against the high-caliber slugs.

The Bronze Man stripped off his coat, wrapped it around his hard metallic fist, and popped some glass from the window.

"Wood!" he called. "Don't try it. We have gas."

It was true. They all carried capsules of anesthetic gas. But under the circumstances, they had little hope of felling all of the attackers before bullets flew.

There was no answer.

Doc plucked a capsule from his coat and let fly at the submachine gunner.

That one advanced 2 paces and dug his face into the sand. He didn't move after that.

"One down," Ham whispered.

The attackers changed tactics then.

Three(3) of them withdrew to the car where Celia Adams was being held by the shadowy figure that Baker Eastland had identified as Max Wood. They held their weapons ready while the others came on.

"This isn't good," Doc rapped. "They intend to make us exhaust our gas supply. They evidently know it renders itself ineffective within 40 seconds of release."

His hypnotic golden eye s whirled more rapidly.

"Wood!" he called urgently.

The shadowy figure stood silent as if mocking their impotence.

Doc Savage could not make the figure out except as a lean black form. Like a scarecrow at midnight.

Wood's stocky aloofness imparted itself to the Bronze Man as a manifestation of the embodiment of
cold Evil. He was startled to find himself shaking off a momentary chill that had nothing to do with the cold.

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The man gestured sharply and withdrew to the shelter of the waiting vehicle.

"They're going to massacre us!" Baker Eastland wailed. And t\The others knew that this was very likely.

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The wall flew to pieces then.

Bullets tore through the thin clapboard like angry bees!

The wall was all seasoned wood. But for the window that Doc had already broken, so there were no treacherous shards of glass -- only jacketed lead and flying splinters. A submachine gun stitched back-and-forth while pistols snapped and chewed bristly holes.

They dropped to the floor. No one escaped the storm of lead.

Monk Mayfair unluckily caught 2 bullets full in the chest and hopped and flew back into another room like a comical frog. He bellowed once. But that was all.

Ham Brooks huddled in a corner with arms shielding his head and his ever-present sword-cane still clutched in his hands. A bullet popped a hole in the back of his coat. He coughed once.

Other holes appeared in the clothes of Doc Savage and Johnny Littlejohn. The latter shifted position on the floor after the first bone-jarring impact … then lay still.

Stoically, the Bronze Man endured the assault on his person. His giant form seemed to absorb each impact like a human sponge.

Then the bullets stopped.

Baker Eastland -- his left arm stringing yearns of blood -- looked about.

"Oh my God! They're all dead!"

Fright took him then. Sheer, headlong, maddening panic!

He dashed for the door … covered 20 yards … and tried to bury himself in a sand dune.

His legs stuck out, however, and he was pulled free by 2 men.

"Well well, looky here," one crowed. "We found us an ostrich, didn't we?"

"Whaddya got to say for yourself, ostrich?"

"Dead …," Eastland moaned. "They're all dead …"

"Hear that, Nate? He says Doc Savage and the others are dead."

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The one called Nate (the group's apparent straw-boss) cradled a rifle and indicated the Gremlin with his jaw.

"We'd better check it out to be sure."

But the scream of sirens put a damper on that notion.

A whistle signal sounded in the night again and they dragged the wounded ichthyologist to the waiting car.

The car -- fortunately for them -- was a big roomy model with old-fashioned running boards on the sides. Such individuals as who could not fit inside clung to th4ese.

They bestowed ragged fire upon the police car as they passed it going in the opposite direction (i.e., away from the island).

The police were a little short-tempered with Doc Savage inasmuch as they had just been sniped at and the Bronze Man was not inclined to answer questions when he felt pursuit to be of paramount importance.

They police were not going anywhere, they told him, because their car was all shot-up. And they'd be damned twice over if they were going to let anyone else do their chasing for them Federal commissions notwithstanding.

The stalemate persisted in the face of Doc's insistence that there had been a kidnapping and several attempted murders. Hot words flew. But the copes were not budging.

"So give, big guy," one of the cops demanded.

Finally, Doc Savage answered the bulk of their questions; took their badge numbers; and promised dire things if he and his associates were not allowed to continue their investigation.

The cops caved in. The Man of Bronze could be very persuasive.

But in deference to their pride, they asked one last question.

"Savage, you say these gunmen opened fire on that cottage yonder while you were in it and escaped with this itthy … itthy… fish expert?"

"That is substantially correct," Doc said, neglecting to mention the anesthetized gunman whose sleeping form Monk Mayfair had industriously covered with sand before the police arrived.

"I'd like to know, then, how you 4 gents managed to avoid dying after acquiring tiny bullet holes all over your bodies."

"Bulletproof undergarments," Doc replied brittlely.

It was an answer which so dumfounded the 2 cops that they took their leave there-and-then. On foot.

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Johnny walked up to the Bronze Man with an odd look on his scholarly visage.

"I played a hunch and asked around that crowd yonder," he said. "You know what they told me?"

Doc Savage looked his question.

"The fishing is fine up here. In fact, it's been remarkable since last month. Some of the locals are even claiming they're catching deep-water cod just off shore."

"Blazes!"

That was from Monk. They joined him.

Monk and Ham had unearthed the unconscious gunman who had fallen facedown in the sand.

The homely chemist lifted up the man's face by his hair. It was encrusted with sand.

Then Monk <slapped? it loose with lip-smacking enthusiasm!

The revealed face was wide with a clopping forehead and an underslung jaw that gave it a toad-like aspect. Mouth hanging open, the man breathed noisily through his caked nostrils.

But it was his narrow, pinched-shut eyes that caught and held their attention.

Monk's mouth was working in astonishment. So Ham had to say it:

"This person is a Japanese!"

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Upon reviving, the toad-faced Japanese explained that his name was W. J. Tsumi and he was:

"So sorry. English not very good. Excuse, please."

That was the extent of his conversation on the trip from Plum Island back to Doc Savage's New York Headquarters. They hadn't pressed him, being preoccupied with tracing the plane which had taken off from the Newburyport air field with Baker Eastland and Celia Adams.

Actually, 2 planes had taken off -- they learned from the operations manager -- Max Wood having arrived in a second craft not longer Doc had touched down.

A second alert of New England airports had garnered no results whatsoever. So the Bronze Man elected to return to New York with their prisoner after taking samples from the waters where the blackfish had beached.

The Japanese (in addition to having been named W. J. Tsumi) was short, brown, clean-shaven …

… and adept in Bushido judo techniques as Monk Mayfair found after giving their prisoner and extra-hard push into their Reception room. The burly chemist discovered himself hanging over both sides of the massive inlaid table very suddenly!

"The last guy who did that was triplets," Monk growled, advancing on the Oriental.

The homely chemist tried to sweep the Japanese up in a bear hug. But the little fellow eluded his thick arms and took hold of one thick wrist. This time, Monk crashed into the ancient office safe.

Ham Brooks pulled his can apart and pricked the Japanese on the arm with the half of the stick that was a sword-cane. The chemical tip put him to sleep promptly, thereby cheating Monk out of his revenge.

Doc Savage gathered up the unconscious Japanese man and carried him into the adjoining Laboratory where he went to work preparing a syringe for charging.

He injected the man in the forearm … swabbed the puncture with a bit of cotton dipped in alcohol …

and then directed his attention to Monk's equipment case.

"Anything I can do to help?" Monk asked as Doc removed 4 stoppered tubes of somewhat cloudy seawater.\

Three(3) of these were the water samples from Quincy Bay. The fourth(4th) was a sample taken from Plum Island. The Bronze Man set the latter off to one side.

"Stay handy," Doc said as he racked the remaining 3 tubes on a long work table and collected test equipment from glass-fronted cases. "Johnny, you have some knowledge of ocean denizens. See if you can identify the likeness our friends painted in front of our Headquarters. It may be important."

"A pleasure," Johnny said.

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As the lanky archeologist-geologist left the Laboratory, Monk pulled up a stool to watch Doc Savage work. Although himself one of the World's leading industrial chemists, Monk Mayfair enjoyed watching the Man of Bronze operate.

Ham excused himself. It was presumed that the foul-smelling chemicals that Doc had opened had something to do with this decision.

Doc worked in silence. He poured water from each sample into shallow dishes. These he placed over a trio of Bunsen burners which fed off a single gas line. He heated the dishes slowly.

Monk lost track of Doc's tests, so rapidly did the Bronze Man work. He analyzed the heated samples under the microscope, occasionally turning his head to check on the state of their prisoner.

He was engrossed in his analysis when Johnny Littlejohn returned, balancing a thick reference book in one hand.

Doc looked up.

"Sphoeroides nephelus, order tetraodontiformes, family tetraodontidae," Johnny announced in his precise scholarly voice.

Doc nodded as if the words confirmed his own suspicions.

He returned to his labors.

"What's that mean?" Monk wanted to know.

"Puffer fish," Johnny told him, clapping the book shut.

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A half-hour later, the Japanese was mumbling in an overstuffed chair like a drunken man.

His words were a slurry brand of Japanese. Which was no barrier to Doc and Johnny, both of whom were fluent in that particular language.

They gathered around him as soon as he had begun speaking.

"What's he sayin', Doc?" Monk demanded for the 3rd time.

The Bronze Man's steady questioning had elicited what to Monk sounded like rambling nonsense.

Doc confirmed this supposition.

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a drunk -- his subconscious mind will rise to the surface and he will speak unguardedly when questioned properly. But the truth serum will not -- strictly speaking -- extract the truth."

"Are you tryin' to tell us all he's spoutin' is banana oil?" Monk demanded.

"I wish I knew. He appears preoccupied with some vague and fantastic plot against his home nation, Japan. I can't get any specifics out of him except for an address in Tokyo. It may or may not be important."

"Did you notice how he repeats one word over and over?" Johnny asked.

"I did," Doc said.

"How anyone can tell one word from another in that gobble of sounds is beyond me," Monk offered.

"It sounded like fugu," Johnny point out. "Coincidence?"

"Doubtful," Doc Savage said, grim-toned.

"What's a fugu?" Monk asked.

"A puffer fish," Doc told him.

Monk scratched his bristled nubbin of a head.

"This business sure has its whacky side."

Ham Brooks entered from the Library.

Doc looked up from studying the prisoner's slack, toad-like visage. "Anything?", he asked.

"Darn it, yes! I've been busier that a one-armed juggler spreading the alert for those planes. A field in Millard, Missouri reported that both planes landed and refueled over an hour ago. Then headed West.

That was before they got the word there, of course. They have enough high-test aviation gas to make the coast."

The Bronze Man ordered his men to man the phones while he returned to his study of the seawater samples.

He put each sample through a battery of tests -- none of which were conclusive.

He was about to turn his attention to the Plum Island sample when Ham interrupted. Monk and Johnny were with the dapper lawyer.

"The plane reached California a few minutes ago," Ham reported.

"Where did it land?" Doc inquired.

"It didn't. It flew straight out to sea."

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"Well, one thing's for sure," Monk announced while casting a villainous glance at their all-but-unconscious captive. "They're sure not heading for Japan."

"Don't be too certain of that," Doc said, reaching for the untested seawater sample. "Because we are."

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The canal pilot officially took charge of the submarine at the Gatun Locks.

Doc Savage didn't like the idea. But he had no choice in the matter. That was the way they ran the Panama Canal.

The pilot boarded. They exchanged some polite words. And the pilot directed that that they enter the first lock.

The submarine (its diesel motors shut off) passed through the massive double steel doors that were the Canal's Caribbean entrance and into the concrete enclosure. The dual doors valved closed and additional water invaded the lock, rapidly raising the water level until the submarine had been lifted high enough to venture into the second lock which sat at a higher elevation.

A warning bell started jangling. The inland doors groaned opened.

They passed into the second lock and the process was repeated.

The third and last lock was level with Gatun Lake. When they passed out of that one, the little electric locomotives called "mules" -- which ran on undulating railroad tracks on either side of the locks and towed the sub along -- released their cables.

The pilot left them then and the Helldiver got under way on its power. After riding the ingenious system of water elevators, they had come to the Canal proper.

Monk and Johnny climbed out on the sub's razor spine for fresh air. After a one-and-a-half days, they'd had their fill of the sub's greasy interior.

The Sun was high and the day balmy. The violet flowers and green stems of water hyacinths floated past them. They were steaming along a section of the Canal between locks. Here, tropical jungle and vicious sawgrass grew along each bank. They might have been navigating a natural river instead of a manmade feat of engineering.

"Aren't them trees over yonder?" Monk asked Johnny, referring to what seemed to be huge water plants.

"They never bothered to uproot the forest when they flooded this valley," Johnny said.

He was using small words again. It was suspected that he would run out of the jawbreaker variety in the course of the trip.

"We'll have to watch the screws. They could get tangled by the water growth.

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Doc Savage: #186- "The Frightened Fish"

IV - Pacific Trail

"Beats me why Doc pulled this old scow out of mothballs," Monk mumbled, regarding the grease stains on his shirt tiredly.

"Doc always his reasons," Johnny reminded.

Monk was referring to the Helldiver. The submarine had been built back in the days of the polar pioneers for an under-the-Arctic expedition by an explorer (now deceased). The sub had, in fact, made one such trip. But that was long ago and it was not an ungainly-looking antique with its sled-like hull runners and collapsible conning tower.

The Bronze Man had acquired the Helldiver in the course of that adventure [ read "The Polar

Treasure (#004)"] and she had seen them through some bloody trials before he had more-or-less retired her to experimental status, taking her out of dry dock only to test some new submarine invention of his own devising.

"Flying would have been faster," Monk continued. "I know we couldn't take the jet because of fuel restrictions. But we coulda used a long-range bus for the hop."

"Doc has his reasons," Johnny repeated. "I'll bet it has something to do with this fish business."

"And that's another thing! What're we doing heading for Japan all of a sudden? One minute we're listening to that little guy babble about Tokyo and puffer fish. And the next, Doc is hustling us and him out to sea. Seems like a powerful lot of traveling without sound reasoning behind it.

"Doc must think that Max Wood has bundled himself and his prisoners off to the Land of the Rising Sun. If any of the latter are still alive, which I wonder about."

Monk snorted!

"That Celia Adams has probably got those guys all talked half to death by now. That girl's my idea of a tall glass of nothing at all."

"I'm more worried about this fish business," Johnny said, polishing his monocle. "What caused them to vanish from Quincy Bay? And where did they go?"

"Are you back to that?" Monk growled in exasperation.

Ham joined them topside to add a third corner to the impending argument.

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The planes (there were 3 of them) waited until the Helldiver had entered the narrow Gaillard Cut channel at the eastern end of the Isthmus of Panama before attacking.

They danced down out of the sun and -- taking turns -- began strafing the submarine with their wing-mounted 7.7-caliber machineguns.

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Monk, Ham, and Johnny -- hearing the chopping sounds of bullets striking peaceful water -- dropped overboard and clung to the hull runners while the planes chewed futilely at the submarine's hull.

After all three had passed, they wasted no time getting below and dogging the deck hatch.

Doc Savage met them.

"What's happening?" he demanded. "That sounded like an air attack."

"It is!" Ham said wildly. "Three planes, military-type. They looked like Japanese Zeros but without markings. They just up and pounced on us!"

"What would Zeros be doing in the Canal?" Doc asked, plunging forward. "The Japanese military apparatus was dismantled years ago."

The Bronze Man took the controls, spun wheels, and threw levers.

The Helldiver sank hastily as the planes executed their second pass, this time coughing down 20-mm cannon shells. Switching to electric motors, they ran submerged.

"If the Sun is right, it will reflect off the water," Doc said. "They should lose track of us."

To expedite that possibility, he brought them to a dead halt minutes later. They hit bottom and sat there.

The periscope (when they raised it after a prudent delay) didn't tell them much because it wasn't designed to peer straight up into the sky. But it didn't draw any fire, either.

30 minutes later, the 3 unmarked military planes had not returned.

Doc Savage and his men brought the sub to the surface in a stretch of open canal. Ham had a question.

"Assuming -- and I think it's a fair assumption under the circumstances -- that Max Wood is behind those planes, how did they know that we'd be navigating the Canal by submarine?"

"Our warehouse is well known to our enemies," Doc stated, referring to the dilapidated warehouse on the Hudson River where they housed their planes and boats. "They could have had it watched and learned that we were heading out to sea. Inasmuch as we ran on the surface for most of the trip South, they could easily have tracked us by observation craft. Wood -- let's assume that it is he -- knows we have Tsumi prisoner. He might deduce out only purpose in traveling by submersible would be for a Pacific voyage."

"This must be rather Big to involve a plane attack down here," Johnny said with a touch of awe in his tone.

"Bigger than fish anyway," Monk put in.

Wondering the very same thing, Doc Savage went aft to the tiny cabin where their prisoner was sitting out the voyage. He returned shortly with an unhappy expression.

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Doc Savage: #186- "The Frightened Fish"

IV - Pacific Trail

"What'd he say?" Monk asked.

"He said his name was W.J. Tsumi," Doc said bitterly.

He returned to guarding the controls.

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They passed through the Pedro Miguel and Miliflores locks without further incident … down to seal level … and ran submerged into the Pacific without being assessed the standard hefty toll for using the Canal thanks to Doc Savage's past services.

From there on in, the voyage was an agony of monotony. Or as Johnny Littlejohn put it: "an interminable excursion of unalleviated tedium". He had gone back to his big words, boredom having restimulated his imagination.

The bony archeologist-geologist spent no little time avoiding Monk and Ham, both of whom were in rare agreement that this mystery couldn't really be about missing fish even though that was the only common thread running through the busy events of the day. The homely chemist and aristocratic attorney wanted to argue the point. Seemingly to death.

On the 4th day out, well north and west of Hawaiian Islands, they passed the International Dateline and things became interesting again. Monk Mayfair noticed the phenomenon first.

He had long before taken to spending his spare hours with his face pressed to various portholes making absurd faces at the fish who -- attracted by the hull lights -- had come to investigate him. Nature had given the apish chemist a big mouth not much different from that of a bass (especially when he made fish-breathing shapes with it).

"For cryin' out loud!" Monk yelled suddenly. "There's a ton of fish out there!"

"What did you expect?" Ham remarked acidly. "Foul? This is the Pacific Ocean, you dope."

"But there's jillions of 'em," Monk argued, exaggerating only a little.

Johnny entered at that point. He took one look out of a porthole and ventured an opinion (at least the others assumed it was an opinion).

"A multitudinous aggregation of submarine teleosts bespeaking of questionable origin."

The lanky geologist put his monocle magnifier up to the thick glass and engaged several fish in mutual examination.

Johnny Littlejohn's jaw dropped until his mouth rivaled Monk Mayfair's in its capaciousness.

He ran and got Doc Savage!

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Doc Savage: #186- "The Frightened Fish"

IV - Pacific Trail

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The Bronze Man regarded the phenomenon of the exodus of passing fish with intent golden eye s .

He made -- very briefly -- a small trilling sound which ceased immediately.

He had to be exceptionally astonished to have emitted that sound. The trilling was an old habit from his Zen meditation training of which he'd largely broken himself.

"This is not a normal condition for this portion of the Pacific," he told them tightly. "This region is not known for plentiful sea life. I see species of fish that do not belong this far out to sea."

"Look there, Doc," Johnny said, pointing to a particularly ghastly specimen with a ferocious mouth full of teeth, trailing a kind of natural aerial with glowing white specks on its flank. "Isn't that a deep-sea blackdevil angler?"

Doc nodded. "There are other luminous fish that normally dwell only in abysmal waters. I see goosefish, lanternfish, and the kind of gulper eels that seldom venture from the unlit depths."

"They seem to be just milling out there," Johnny offered. "I don't see any particular schools. It's just a huge glut of fish of all types crowded into this one area."

They stared for almost an hour while taking turns at the controls. Except for whales and bottom-dwelling crustaceans such as crab and lobster, just about every variety of ocean life known to inhabit the Pacific was congregated around the sub.

The Helldiver was bumped a bit and the Bronze Man increased forward speed. The sheer quantity of marine life began to slow them down.

"Reminds me of the schoolyard from when I was a kid," Monk muttered.

"You still are," Ham couldn't resist adding. "A kid, that is."

They soon got bored with the spectacle except for Johnny who monitored the phenomenon and frequently scribble notes on a pad. He -- whose background in archeology and geology often took him into related fields -- was most impressed by the sight.

He went forward to confer with Doc Savage frequently.

With the result that the two were in a grim mood by the 6th day out.

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Monk and Ham were studiously trying to cheat one another at poker when Johnny began making a racket.

"They're gone!" he yelled. "Just like we had stepped into another dimension!"

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Doc Savage: #186- "The Frightened Fish"

IV - Pacific Trail

"We better go see what's ailing old Long-and-Bony," Monk sighed, throwing in a losing hand on which he had bet his last $20.

They found Johnny glued to a porthole. And Doc Savage was at his side.

"What now?" Ham demanded.

The bronze giant answered without looking away from the porthole.

"We have just passed through a zone of approximately 200 miles in which the sea life was as thick as flies at an August picnic."

"I know that!""

"Now there are no fish."

"What? Preposterous! Let me see."

Ham looked. The sea was a dark blue even though illuminated by the sub's powerful search lamps.

He saw not a solitary fish! Only floating strands of vegetation such as kelp and seaweed mixed with the particle-like flotsam of the sea. Even the tiny and plentiful krill were absent.

"Well," he said lamely, "We've just entered a zone where the fish population is less dense."

"That can't make sense!" Monk snorted. "Even to you."

Johnny Littlejohn said it. And the thought sent shivers running down their backs like cold-footed spiders.

"It's as if some phenomenon -- or some thing -- had frightened all the sea life out of this portion of the Pacific."

"That can't be!" Ham said hotly.

Doc Savage said: "If it is -- and don't for a minute doubt that such a thing might actually exist -- then we are headed straight toward whatever frightened those fish."

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Despite the portentous quality of the Bronze Man's prediction, the remainder of the Pacific crossing was without incident.

They took turns at the controls. Doc Savage used his free time to run tests of the Plum Island water sample.

Numerous reagents produced no evidence of the presence of foreign chemicals or other toxic matter.

Like the Quincy Bay samples, this one appeared to consist of common ocean water.

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Doc Savage: #186- "The Frightened Fish"

IV - Pacific Trail

On one watch, the bronze giant sent the Helldiver running along the bottom. The abnormally luminous denizens of the deep sea were absent. Likewise, he saw no mollusks or crustaceans. The hull lights showed unusually thick swirls of black specks.

"Plankton?" Johnny wondered aloud while looking at the eddies created as they passed over submerged rocks.

"Those specks are the wrong color for plankton," Doc remarked.

But he was concerned enough by this discovery to blow ballast tanks and send the Helldiver nosing to the surface.

Doc personally went on deck and lowered a test tube attached to a string over the side. He reeled it back in half-filled with unsavory-colored brine. Stoppering the tube, he went below.

Monk sent the submarine sinking under the waves once more.

"We're approaching the Kuril Trench," he reported when the Bronze Man joined him in the cramped control room. "Want me to take her through?"

"Yes. "I want to study this sample. Let me know when we approach Tokyo Bay."

The submarine ghosted through the lifeless waters. Monk increased the angle of the diving planes to negotiate the trench which was a profoundly deep submarine gash on the ocean floor. It marked the last of deep water and the beginning of the continental shelf around the Islands of Japan.

"Still no fish, eh? Ham asked when out of sheer boredom he joined Monk at the controls. "Perhaps they are lurking down in this trench beneath us."

"A lot you know, shyster," Monk squeaked. "The depth's too great for most fish. They can't take the pressure. It would stave in their ribs like a vise. And it won't do this tub much good if I don't keep her level."

Taking the hint, the dapper lawyer went to a porthole. Lights angling down from the submarine sent weak fans of radiance into the abyss.

"Jove!" Ham breathed.

"What is it, ambulance-chaser?" Monk demanded. "What do you see?"

"Perhaps it was nothing," Ham said slowly. "But as I was starting into this murk, I fancied I saw something move."

"What do you mean - 'something'? A fish?"

"Too large for a fish."

"Submarine?"

"No, an undersea boat would gleam under the lights."

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Doc Savage: #186- "The Frightened Fish"

IV - Pacific Trail

"Can't be a whale," Monk opined. "They gotta surface every once in a while to get air. Ain't that right, Johnny?"

Johnny Littlejohn had just entered.

"What can't be a whale?" he asked.

"Ham's latest hallucination," Monk said, jerking a thumb in the direction of the perplexed attorney.

"He's seeing monsters. Or thinks he is."

Johnny elbowed Ham away from the porthole and stared into the murkiness of the Kuril Trench.

"If you stare at one spot long enough, you can discern something colossal move down there," Ham suggested in a strange awed tone.

Johnny lowered his monocle magnifier.

"An optical oasis," he offered.

"Eh?"

"If you gaze into a dark room without resting your eyes," the gaunt archeologist-geologist explained,

"you will experience the identical illusion of movement."

"I say there could be something lurking down there," Ham insisted. "Perhaps some deep-sea creature yet unknown to Science. It might have eaten the missing fish."

"Preposterous," Johnny pronounced. "Not even a school of killer whales could consume an oceanful of fish."

"Well, have you a better theory?" Ham snapped.

Johnny said nothing.

He returned to his position at the porthole and resumed staring.

Silence settled over the control room.

Only the gurgling of water in the ballast tanks and the monotonous toiling of a pump disturbed their thoughts.

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Doc Savage: #186- "The Frightened Fish"

V - Mystic Bay

V -- Mystic Bay

The waters approaching Tokyo Bay were peaceful in the way a graveyard on a still day is peaceful.

That is, forlornly bare of life, movement, and other sound.

Once or twice, they spotted the bag-like otter nets used by Japanese trawlers moving through the waters like blind, foaming ghosts.

But that was all.

They saw nothing that might be construed as frightening. Even to fish.

"The harbor master says it's okay to enter the Port of Tokyo," Ham told Doc Savage after shutting off the ship-to-shore radio.

"Any problems? Doc asked.

If his experiments with the latest water samples had borne fruit, it was not reflected in his metallic countenance.

"Not for us. The harbor master is part of the American Occupation Forces. But he tells me things are pretty grim in the city since the fish went away."

"How long has this been going on?"

"3 days."

They were running along the surface by this time. Rounding the Boso Peninsula, they entered Sagami Bay - the gateway to the storm shelter of Tokyo Bay.

Of to port, the city of Yokohama lay. But even in the morning sun, it took some scrutiny to discern what little had been left by incendiary raids during the War. The skyline looked dog-clawed.

"Tokyo isn't much better," Johnny supplied. "We did quite a job there, too. I was here near the end of the War. Almost a hundred square miles were pulverized and the population was cut in half by casualties and evacuations."

The thought of all that devastation and death held them in the grip of a moody silence until they had anchored and put a collapsible motor launch taken from a storage locker into the water.

"I reckon old W.J. Tsumi will stay put, the amount of ropes I used on him," Monk said. They planned to leave their prisoner on the Helldiver to avoid complications.

They berthed near the Central Wholesale Market next to the Hama Gardens. The former was a local fish market where the Tokyo fleet brought their daily catch to be sold.

But no selling was going on now, however.

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Doc Savage: #186- "The Frightened Fish"

V - Mystic Bay

Trawlers and tuna clippers lay idle. The smell of fish was a nose-offending reek. But it was strictly a residual aroma.

The only fish to be seen were in the shape of colorful paper banners which whipped and rustled from poles lined along the wharfs. They resembled barbaric windsocks.

"Even those paper goldfish look scared," Monk grunted.

"A piscatorial constant owing to the globiform optics," Johnny remarked dryly.

"Is that so?" Monk said vaguely, not understanding any of it.

"He means that all fish wear a frightened look due to their round eyes," Ham supplied. "And I for one agree with him. I think altogether too much has been made of these so-called 'Frightened Fish' ."

"What happened to your underwater monster, shyster?" Monk wanted to know.

Ham colored and lapsed into an embarrassed silence.

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Merchants and fishermen congregated along the dock with the sullen silence of men thrown out of work. A few carried placards while others indulged in some soapbox oratory of the inflammatory variety.

Many of the speakers wore red towels (called tegui) tied around the tops of their heads.

American Military Police (the backbone of the U.S. Occupation) patrolled the area, tight-lipped and wary.

"I thought MacArthur about had this Occupation thing licked," Monk muttered, returning sullen Japanese stares with glares of his own. (The apish chemist won in this, hands down.)

"I knew it was too good to last," Ham put in, "when they hanged Tojo and those other generals for war crimes a few weeks back and there were no demonstrations. Can you imagine what would have happened if the situation were reverse and it was MacArthur's neck in the noose?"

A fight broke out suddenly.

The soapbox orator had said something that set the crowd off and the M.P.s were suddenly descended upon. The latter fought back with billyclubs and fists.

Monk started to wade in …

But as suddenly as it had begun, the riot ended like a boiling kettle after all the water had turned to steam.

"The M.P.s dispersed the crowd with cries of "speedo!" and "hubbab-hubba!".

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V - Mystic Bay

They met with no resistance.

The Doc Savage party walked on.

"For the most part," Doc said, "the Japanese population has been cooperative. Once they realized the Occupation only intended to help get their country back on its feet again, Americans were welcomed. There have been no major incidents. In fact, the Japanese have been so polite and accommodating that some Occupation people have been taken unfair advantage of the situation here."

"The missing fish must have changed that," Johnny muttered.

The Bronze Man nodded.

They kept walking and before long found themselves -- much to Monk Mayfair's obvious delight --
on Haromi Dori in the Ginza section.

The Ginza was Tokyo's garish entertainment district and a jungle of neon at night. Mostly it was Americans and other foreigners who prowled the wide Haromi Dori now. The native Japanese were too preoccupied with putting their lives back in order to indulge much in frivolity.

Ogling a passing kimono-clad girl, Monk remarked absently: "They must be doing a bang-up job of reconstruction to have this part of town cooking again. The Occupation, I mean."

Unimpressed by the district (he was never much for play), Doc Savage said: "The joint Japanese-Occupation government has made great strides in the last 3 years. Especially after the new American-style Japanese constitution was implemented. Unscrupulous profiteers and the Communist element in the Japanese parliament -- the Diet -- have been the major troublemakers."

They paused to pick up the latest Stars and Stripes at a sidewalk magazine stand.

"This isn't good," Johnny said slowly as he read over the Bronze Man's shoulders. "You know how much the Japanese depend upon fish. Most of the animal protein in their daily meals come from food fish. The average Japanese eats 95 pounds of it each year. And what they don't eat, they sell abroad.

Commercial fishing represents a large portion of the national economy. Well according to this, the waters east of the Japanese Islands have gone dry. Fished out, so to speak. Even after only 3 days, this is creating a bad economic situation. There have been riots …"

"I think we just saw an example of one," Monk snorted!

"The worst part of it is that Communist agitators -- who would like to see the American Occupation fall apart -- are blaming the situation on the after-effects of the American bombing attacks. They even hint that the phenomenon may be atomic in nature. Doc, is that possible?

The Man of Bronze looked grim.

"The address we want is in the Bunkyo ward north of here. A train will be quickest."

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V - Mystic Bay

They turned off the Chuo-Dori and found their way to Tokyo Station, lately rebuilt.

The train (when it pulled in) was a scabby wreck with shattered and cracked windows. One car was intact and polished, however, and bore a neat plaque saying: Reserved for Occupation Forces.

It was a sign of how poorly the Japanese were treated in their own capitol city.

Doc Savage and the others nevertheless boarded the reserved car.

It was only about 2 miles to their destination. But the ride was nonetheless sobering.

Heaps of rubble rubbed shoulders with wooden shacks. Twisted steel girders formed fantastic rust-
scabbed shapes against the flat horizon. "Shantytowns" were common. An occasional rusty safe sitting in a pile of gray ash was the only testimony that a business establishment had once stood on a particular spot.

Still, new apartment housing sprouted here-and-there in the cold sunlight. In the distance, snowcapped Mount Fuji was visible.

"Sure is a mess," Monk muttered.

"They about had this city rebuilt from the 1923 earthquake when the War started," Johnny said.

"Well," Monk ventured, "they brought that on themselves."

Ham Brooks -- who detested untidiness of any type -- had his nose buried in Stars and Stripes.

He looked up and said in his affected Harvard accent: "Jove! This says that the communists in China have just taken Peiping!"

"Let me see that," Doc Savage demanded.

He read the report. A grimness settled over his metallic features.

"Those hammer-and-sickle boys are another bunch that are going to get what's comin' to them someday," Monk predicted levelly.

"This entire corner of the World -- Japan included -- has become the primary goal of the Soviet Union," Doc told them. "That man who nearly started a riot was a Communist agitator. Now that the Russians are known to possess the atomic bomb, I'm afraid even the United Nations may not be able to check the spread of Soviet-inspired unrest in Asia."

"I shudder to contemplate the World's future if that happens," Johnny Littlejohn said fervently.

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Rattling and wheezing, the train let them off at Ueno Park, not far from the Imperial Tokyo University (now simply called Tokyo University since the Japanese emperor had been stripped of his so-called "divinity").

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V - Mystic Bay

They found themselves in a residential section composed mostly of the 1-story paper-and-unpainted wood dwellings that constitute the average traditional Japanese home. Most of them were intact (or more likely, newly-built).

"What street are we looking for?" Monk wanted to know.

"They don't go by streets here!" Johnny told them, somewhat testily.

The scholarly archeologist-geologist tended to be a little intolerant of others' lack of knowledge.

"They go by ward, district, block, and house number."

Doc Savage said: "W.J. Tsumi -- if that is his true name -- kept repeating '2-7, Asakusa 1-chome, Bunkyo-Ku'. Which means 'block 2, house 7, subdivision 1 in the Asakusa district of the Bunkyo ward'."

"No wonder they lost the War," Monk grumbled. "How do we find it?

"We ask around."

And they did so.

The Japanese they encountered were uniformly civil, eagerly supplying directions and in more than case offering to guide them to their destination.

But Doc Savage declined each offer with an equally polite bow.

"These guys are so darned civil it strikes me as suspicious," Monk complained.

"Most Americans here have gotten that mistaken impression," the Bronze Man told him. "It is fortunate for the Occupation that submission to authority is ingrained in the average Japanese from birth."

They passed an unnerving number of Japanese men wearing Imperial Army uniforms stripped of all insignia. These individuals were unarmed and -- further -- seemed to carry about them such an air of dazed defeat that eventually Doc Savage and his men relaxed.

All except Monk Mayfair who'd had several hair-raising brushes with soldiers wearing those same camel-colored uniforms during the War.

"The first one of these guys who starts some is going to know trouble!" the burly chemist promised.

Clutching his sword-cane warily, Ham asked Doc: "I thought the Japanese Army had been dissolved."

"It has," the bronze giant told him. "Some of these men wear cast-off uniforms for lack of more suitable clothing. The Japanese industrial base is a long way from being back on its feet."

"You would think that with a nation to rebuild," the dapper lawyer noted, "jobs would be plentiful."

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V - Mystic Bay

"They are," Doc said soberly. "But there are far more Japanese than there are jobs."

"Sounds like a recipe for revolution," Monk muttered.

A sudden thought struck the homely chemist.

"Say, Doc. I just realized something. What if these guys are part of a secret army or something?

You know, kind along the Trojan horse idea."

"Monk has a point," Johnny Littlejohn put in. "Someone had to fly those Zeros that we encountered over the Panama Canal."

"Perhaps the answers we seek will be found in the address that Tsumi gave us."

The absence of street signs proved daunting. Standing on a street corner, they debated whether-or-not to split up and conduct separate searches. This afforded Monk and Ham a perfect opportunity to get into another argument.

Finally, Doc Savage accosted a passing young woman wearing a pair of baggy trousers called a monpe which Japanese parents had taken in the early days of the Occupation to forcing on their daughters in the hope (it turned out to be in vain) that the trousers would make them unattractive to American soldiers.

"Konichiwa," Doc said by way of greeting.

The pretty Japanese girl returned his salutation with a polite bow.

The Bronze Man asked the way in a deferential Japanese.

"Ah, so desuka?" she murmured.

Then she pointed West and spoke so fast that Johnny -- standing nearby -- had trouble following the exchange.

After she finished, Doc thanked her by saying "Arigato" and bowing once.

This enabled them to narrow their quest down to a single 1-story house.

It appeared deserted. But on a raw blustery day such as this, that might not be true. The lack of high buildings to serve as windbreaks contributed greatly to the discomfort of being outdoors.

"Well?" Ham prodded.

"There's no point in rushing headlong into any more darkened rooms," Doc said.

He reached into a coat pocket and pulled from it a container of small capsules.

"These," he told the others, "contain our usual anesthetic gas but in a stronger mixture. In other words, it won't neutralize itself for at least 5 minutes. Have you all your gas masks?"

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V - Mystic Bay

Monk, Ham, and Johnny each pulled from his clothing a simple type of protective mask consisting simply of cellophane sacks worn over the head and closed at the neck by elastic bands. These were good only for 2-to-3 minutes at a time. But probably that would be all they would need.

"We don't know what we are in for," Doc reminded them. "So be prepared for anything."

The others unlimbered compact weapons with drum magazines. They were special supermachine pistols that they always carried which fired so-called "mercy bullets" (although other shells could be used as well).

Doc Savage personally never carried the guns, however. He believed that a man tended to grow reliant upon weapons, the loss of which would render him psychologically unprepared to deal with adverse situations.

They approached the house cautiously and dropped to the ground next to a large sliding door. All traditional Japanese houses were built along the same lines. So they knew that this door led into what passed for a parlor.

The Bronze Man eased the door open a crack and flipped a handful of the capsules inside. These broke and volatilized instantaneously.

They retreated to a safe distance and waited.

Finally Doc signaled them with hand signs. Donning their gas masks, the plunged in, they steady breathing making the cellophane bladders of the masks rhythmically change shape.

"Empty!" Johnny announced after a thorough search.

It was disconcerting. But true. The house that they had traveled half across the World to investigate was indeed deserted.

"Someone's been living here, though," Ham decided after checking the kitchen. "This hibachi has seen recent use."

"What next" was homely Monk's question.

Finishing his examination, Doc Savage said: "Something may yet turn up at this location. But not if we all camp out here. Monk, you will remain. Contact us with your pocket radio transmitter if anyone else shows up."

"What about the rest of you guys?" Monk wanted to know.

"We will look into the mystery of the vanished fish."

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The desk clerk at the Imperial Hotel on Ginza Dori was telling them: "Sa, chotto muzukashii desu, ne."

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Which means that securing rooms for them would be difficult.

Doc countered that plea by saying (in Japanese): "Difficult. But not impossible, eh?"

The desk clerk professed not to know what was meant.

Doc said "Never mind" and went to make a call to the Tokyo headquarters of the Supreme Commander Allied Powers.

Not many minutes later, the desk clerk received a call from SCAP that caused him to change his tune. Like all major hotels, even when booked solid the establishment kept a room-or-two in readiness for unexpected visiting dignitaries.

Evidently the Bronze Man and his party suddenly qualified for that category because they were promptly given a vacant suite of rooms on the top floor.

Once ensconced in these quarters, Doc Savage began making telephone calls and issuing orders to his men.

Not long after, Ham Brooks and Johnny Littlejohn brought the trunk containing the sedated W.J.

Tsumi up to their suite. At Doc's suggestion, they had gone back to the Helldiver to retrieve him.

"Where do you want this fellow, Doc?" Ham inquired after they unceremoniously dropped the trunk on the floor.

The Man of Bronze came over to the trunk … unlatched it … and exposed W.J. Tsumi's fear-struck, toad-like face. The latter's wrists were bound together high on his chest. And his mouth was stuffed with a handkerchief whose green gaudiness proclaimed itself to be Monk Mayfair's property.

Doc undid the gag.

"Are you ready to talk?" he asked.

"Hee," Tsumi said tersely, shaking his head stubbornly.

"For your information, we are in Tokyo," Doc told him. "The situation is very bad here. All the fish have fled the waters. No one seems to understand why and the people are frightened. Care to enlighten us on Max Wood's role in this?"

W.J. Tsumi absorbed Doc Savage's words. The defiance leaked from his expression.

His eyes were clear now, the truth serum having worn off. A variety of expressions (chiefly puzzlement and concern) chased themselves across his unlovely features.

Finally, Tsumi declined the Bronze Man's offer with the more polite Japanese term for no.

"Chigau, domo," he whispered. His voice was subdued.

Monk made of show of cracking his rusty knuckles as he said: "Want me to work him over, Doc?"

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"No," Doc said thoughtfully.

He restored the gag. Then he checked Tsumi's bonds for tightness, loosening them a little to alleviate any hampering of blood circulation.

Noting this, Monk Mayfair scratched his head. He seemed about to speak up when his attention was drawn to the windows.

Down on the street, a chorus of shouting reached all the way up to their suite.

"Wa-Shoi! Wa-Shoi! Wa-Shoi!"

Ham Brooks went to the window and shoved it up. He poked his well-tonsured head out.

"Looks like a parade," he mused. "What's that they're shouting?"

Joining him, Johnny Littlejohn offered a different opinion.

"That is no parade," he pronounced, "but a trade union demonstration. They seem to be striking."

"I see a lot of those red towels," Monk added. "That jabber they're shouting -- what's it mean?"

"Nothing really," Johnny told him. "It is a bit like our own 'raw-rah'. Just a sound conducive for mass shouting."

With one on Tsumi, Monk wondered. "I say we shake some facts out of our friend Tsumi here."

"Keep an eye on him," Doc said abruptly, striding toward the door. "But do not harm in any way."

"Where you goin'?" Monk squeaked.

The door closed on the Bronze Man's broad back.

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Doc Savage left the hotel by the back way, thus avoiding the demonstration. Its noise followed him all the way down to the waterfront.

Until now, the hectic nature of this adventure had not given the Man of Bronze time to investigate the phenomenon of the vanished fish.

He fully intended to do so now.

He guided his collapsible motor launch out onto Tokyo Bay and cut the motor.

After dropping anchor, he stripped to a pair of black silk shorts that he always wore under his street clothes and plunged in. He wore a small diving "lung".

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The bay was bone-chilling and he knew that even his amazing constitution would not stand an extended immersion. He kept an eye on the luminous dial of his watch.

It was the eeriest swim of Doc Savage's life. In an area known for its teeming sea life, the ocean was a watery tomb. Virtually nothing swam under the surface.

Above, fishing boats of various types trawled aimlessly. Below -- nothing move.

It was as if, Doc thought, he had dived into some liquid element other than water. Or into another realm -- one inimical to life in any form.

He grabbed fistfuls of cold brine and examined his hand. Not even plankton -- the chief source of food for most finny varieties of fish -- floated by.

Doc broke the surface and removed his "lung".

Above his head, the Japanese species of sea gulls called Yuri-kamoune circled vulture-like. Their ghoulish hungry eyes hardly introduced a soothing feeling.

Over on a drifting chunk of wood, the Bronze Man spied one of the gulls eating one of its fellows.

It was something that type of bird only did when it was desperate.

He dived again …

… and this time, he found something.

Near the sunken remains of a Mitsubishi-96 "Karigane" MK II (which had probably been shot down during one of the incendiary raids), Doc found a tako tsubo (i.e., a crockery octopus trap). It shook like an oversized Mexican jumping bean.

He brought it to the surface.

Peering himself, he discovered a small octopus trapped in the pot. It was a livid scarlet color. It flopped and floundered and slashed the air rapidly with its tiny beak, obviously in need of oxygen.

Doc dunked the pot with the octopus inside. The mollusk was no less agitated back in its own element. In fact, it declined to evacuate the earthenware trap.

Its behavior was wild. There was something about the way it flung its ropy tentacles about the rim that sent a brief chill up the bronze giant's spine (one that was not produced by the icy waters).

He reached in and extracted the octopus. It squirmed in his metallic fist.

As an experiment, he let the flame-colored creature.

It sank. Doc followed it down.

The octopus -- its almost-human eyes as wide as half dollars -- expanded its bladder-like sac of a head in preparation for expelling a jet of water through its siphon.

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It squirted a good 10 yards, swirling its tentacles.

Then it took in more water. This time, it shot closer to 30 yards.

But in another direction.

Doc swam after it, curious. Normally the octopus was a gentle, harmless denizen of the deep, one inclined to slither into sheltering coral and grottos when threatened.

But this particular specimen was exhibiting all the symptoms of uncontrolled panic.

Gulping water that swelled its humped bulb of a head, the octopus sent itself shooting through the water with its bundles of tentacles trailing behind like a stringy old mop. It flung itself in one direction

… then another … often reversing itself.

Doc kept his distance. He noticed that its burning coloration was reddening with each exertion.

Eventually, the creature tired. It squirted a sudden cloud of billowing black ink.

Current dissipated the cloud very quickly. The octopus struggled to the surface as if seeking shelter.

The Bronze Man followed.

The creature never made it. It was if its many tentacles were being pulled to the surface by invisible strings and the strings had suddenly been cut.

The delicate tentacle tips -- reaching upward -- lost their straining quality. They wilted and the mollusk expelled a flurry of bubbles all at once.

It floated to the surface. It was dead.

Slowly, its livid scarlet hue drained away … leaving a natural slate-gray coloration.

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There was a small cubicle on the Helldiver which served as a makeshift lab area. Doc Savage was performing a dissection of the octopus there.

He cut away a section of the mollusk's head and exposed its major organs. They were all intact but for the hearts. It possessed three(3) of them.

The hearts, the Bronze Man was astounded to learn -- had burst!

He next extracted a bit of fluid from another organ and ran some chemical tests.

He was not surprised when the tests revealed that the octopus' adrenaline production had been unusually high at the time it expired. Its livid coloration, he knew, was a natural response to danger and certain other external stimuli.

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The octopus seemed to have been healthy otherwise. It had simply died from Fear.

Doc Savage's eerie trilling permeated the tiny cubicle.

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VI -- Bronze Man Gone

Doc was in the middle of testing the 3rd seawater sample from Tokyo Bay when Johnny came on the radio.

"Monk's in trouble! Listen on your pocket transceiver."

He switched the gadget 'on'. The tiny radio was one that the Bronze Man invented and which he and his associates used to communicate with one another when more powerful sets were not handy. It operated on the UHF band from a tiny self-contained battery and utilized "peanut" tubes for compactness.

Monk was saying in a tight voice: "There's two of them at least. I got the main door covered. But I think one of them is trying to sneak around and come up from behind."

"Monk -- this is Doc. Try to take them out with mercy bullets. Repeat: endeavor to hold them there.

We're on our way. … Ham, Johnny -- you hear me? Get out to the Bunkyo ward as fast you can. I'll be there directly."

"Check," Johnny said and switched 'off'.

The bronze giant turned off the Bunsen burner he'd been using to heat the seawater sample and kept an ear cocked to the small radio. Monk's heavy breathing was the only sound for several minutes.

He stoppered the seawater sample. He had not been making any progress with his tests.

The first 2 samples had contained ordinary ocean brine, unusual only its utter absence of life. There had only been the minute corpses of microscopic seal animals (krill and plankton) in quantities that might be found in ordinary seawater.

Incredibly, whatever had driven the larger fish from the Tokyo Bay area had similarly affected even the smallest forms of life!

Otherwise, the samples gave no clue to the influence which had seemingly filtered all life from the sea.

A moaning bull-fiddle roar jumped from the pocket radio. It was Monk Mayfair's machine-pistol discharging continuously.

It ceased abruptly …

… then the homely chemist came on the air.

"Doc! They … yeoow!!!"

There was a dull clattery sound as if Monk's radio had fallen to the floor. Feet whetted nearby.

Then came various scufflings and blows.

"Monk!" Doc called.

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Monk's voice -- when Doc Savage heard it next -- had a fat muffled sound which didn't disguise the evident astonishment in his tone.

"Doc! "You'll never believe this! It's Mah…"

The next sound told the Bronze Man that the radio had been destroyed, probably by a heavy foot.

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The basha (or taxi) was over 20 years old and -- in its day -- had probably been an excellent automobile.

Now it was a pitted, smoking nightmare which had been made over to run on wood. A contraption attached to the radiator belched the sooty smoke. It was luxurious. But it traveled.

And it was the best Ham Brooks and Johnny Littlejohn could manage under the circumstances.

Which were not good.

They were rattling through the Kanda district when Monk's last message came over their pocket transceiver.

Johnny urged the driver to go faster. The latter worthy did his best. But Ham and Johnny were convinced afterward that he put the greater part of his energy into apologies and not forward motion.

"I fear a deficit of temporal juxtaposition," Johnny moaned.

"If by that you mean you don't think we'll reach Monk in time, I'm afraid you're right."

Ham vented a choice oath and seemed about to break his sword-cane in his white-knuckled hands.

Monk Mayfair meant a lot to him although he would never admit that publicly.

What seemed like hours later, they reached the house in the Bunkyo ward.

In his excitement, Ham paid the driver 20 yen (almost double the fare even with Japanese inflation) and the driver's grateful "Arigato, arigato" followed them to the house.

The door was open.

They found, variously, a shoved-aside screen … signs of a struggle … and Monk's radio in pieces on the genka (porch).

But no Monk Mayfair. Or anyone else for that matter.

Ham did find a heavy iron candlestick (called a te-shoku) which was badly bent.

"Looks like they brained Monk with item," Ham said, hefting it. He looked sick at the thought.

"Nothing we can do here," Johnny said glumly.

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They settled down to await the arrival of Doc Savage.

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No one had seen anything, a quick check of all houses on the block by Doc and Johnny indicated.

The Japanese were -- as always -- excessively polite and helpful. But the hint of trouble in the neighborhood involving Americans plainly gnawed at their natural willingness to help.

Trouble with Americans usually meant summoning the M.P.s. And no Japanese cared to be involved with that kind of situation.

"Maybe we should bring the Occupation in on this," Ham suggested hopefully.

They were back at the deserted house. Doc Savage was combing the grounds with a powerful flashlight of the hand-operated generator type. It sprayed light of almost Calcium whiteness through the early dusk and -- in addition -- could power a small radio or detonate explosive charges. It was of the many gadgets the Man of Bronze had invented and which were a hobby with him.

At Doc's direction, Johnny and Ham were giving the house interior a good going-over.

"There's something strange about this place," the eminent archeologist-geologist was saying as he poked at the remnant of a fire in the center of the main room of the house. This held a square pit in its center (called a ro) where charcoal was burned for heat.

"I'll say it's strange," Ham remarked grimly.

"No. Something is missing … … Here!"

With a bony digit, Johnny indicated a little nook in one wall.

"What of it?"

"It's a tokonoma -- the alcove where the Japanese traditionally set a flower arrangement and a decorative scroll they call a kalemono, which is sort of a shrine to family and ancestors. But there is no scroll or flowers."

"So?" Ham asked skeptically.

"No Japanese house would be without a scroll," Johnny said slowly, "unless it was owned by a foreigner. I'd better go tell Doc. This may be significant."

Ham remained indoors examining a ghastly little bonsai tree which sat it its pot like a soul that had been reduced to twisted charcoal tentacles. It was an example of what passed for beauty in the Japanese culture, the dapper lawyer reflected, which doesn't say very much for their concept of beauty.

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There were no chairs. Only tatami mats arranged on the floor for seating purposes. Ham --
conscious of the knife-like crease in his trousers -- eschewed using these mats for their intended purpose.

His musing was rudely intruded upon by a sharp squeal of an automobile quitting the area in a hurry.

Somewhere, Johnny Littlejohn howled something entirely unintelligible.

Ham fought the shoshi screen which had gotten caught in his grooves and dropped into the garden

…

… nearly colliding with Johnny in the increasing murk.

"What's happening?" Ham demanded. "Where's Doc?"

Johnny, for once, had difficulty with his words even though they were small ones. He tried to speak 3 times. But astonishment tangled up whatever he had to say.

Ham shook him violently and repeated: "Where's Doc?"

The gaunt archeologist-geologist took a deep breath and swept his long hair back from his forehead with both hands.

"Doc got into a car and it took off!"

"What do you mean he got into a car?"

"I…I had just come out," Johnny said breathlessly. "A car pulled up next to Doc. He went over to it and started speaking with the driver. They had no sooner exchanged a couple of words when Doc got in and they drove off."

"That's crazy!" Ham said excitedly. "Why would Doc do that? He wouldn't just up and leave us here!"

"That isn't the crazy part," Johnny said strangely.

"The driver was a woman!"

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VII -- War?

Let's take this from the top," Ham Brooks said in his best courtroom manner.

He was pacing up-and-down in their hotel suite and had been for the last hour ever since he and Johnny Littlejohn had returned from a futile search of the Helldiver. They didn't find Doc Savage aboard the sub. Or anywhere else for that matter.

"Perhaps we can make some sense out of this if we talk it out."

Ham didn't really believe this. But he was nervous and disconcerted. Doc Savage's behavior -- as reported by Johnny -- was not like that of the Bronze Man.

Doc simply wouldn't run out on his friends in a situation like the one at the Japanese house, Ham reasoned. Especially with a strange woman.

Or was she a strange woman?

"Are you certain the woman in the car wasn't Celia Adams?" he inquired of Johnny.

"Positive."

"But you say you didn't see her clearly; it was too dark. Then it might have been her, mightn't it?"

"Stop grabbing at straws!" Johnny shot back. "It was not Celia. I just didn't see her clearly enough to get details. And Doc wasn't kidnapped, either. Don't get that idea. He didn't act as if he were being threatened and I observed no weapon."

Ham threw up his hands.

"It doesn't make sense! No woman can pick up Doc Savage just like that."

"Let's try this from another angle," Johnny ventured.

He spun his lapel monocle by its ribbon and struck a learned pose like a lecturer. (Which he actually was. For years, he had headed the natural science department of a prestigious university.)

"Something -- we do not know what -- has so terrified the fish in the waters on this side of Japan that they have fled far into the Pacific. This same agency may or may not be operating off the Massachusetts coast. And elsewhere for all we know at present."

"What we know at present," Ham said bitterly, "is damn little."

Johnny cleared his throat and went on.

"We were dragged into this by some strange goings-on in New York by certain plotters who were concerned that Doc knew something about this fish mystery because they made a big fuss over a silver fish. In each case, the fish was silver. That point may be important."

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"Perhaps there is a clue in the varieties of fish involved," Ham suggested.

"Doubtful," Johnny returned crisply. "The species involved in the altercation at that Greenwich Village restaurant was a common butterfish. I myself looked into the particulars.

"Later, the same individual became agitated at the sight of a grocery-store carp and postcards bearing the likeness of a mounted swordfish. Those 3 varieties are as unlike as fish can be. The butterfish is small and draws its sustenance from the seafloor as does the carp. Such fish are call benthos. On the other hand, the swordfish is pelagic which means it lives and feeds near the surface."

"What about the porcupine-like fish drawing outside our Headquarters? The puffer. What kind was that one?"

"A bottom feeder, sustaining itself on crabs and other invertebrates. It possesses the remarkable ability to puff itself up in order to frighten away predators. When it does this, its spines protrude.

Although found off both coasts in the United States, it is common in Japanese waters as well where it is called fugu. Puffers are highly prized as a Japanese delicacy despite their lethal toxicity."

"Their what?"

"Puffers," Johnny said pointedly, "are poisonous."

"But you say they're a delicacy!" Ham blurted.

"Correct. Properly prepared, they can be eaten. But if the chef makes a mistake in preparation and the poisonous portions are consumed, death usually results."

"Then the fish specimens are meaningless," Ham stated. They have nothing in common."

"Untrue," Johnny retorted. "In every case, the fish in question were described by witnesses as appearing frightened. Obviously, that is the key."

"It's maddening," Ham moaned.

The illogic of the situation had gotten his natty goat. Johnny continued.

"All of this ties in with something an ichthyologist named Baker Eastland has or knows. And with a sinister man named Max Wood."

"Whatever it's all about," Ham inserted, "it is not small. Those Zeros which attacked us over the Panama Canal are proof of that. And then there's our Japanese friend Tsumi in the next room."

Johnny abruptly lost his professorial pose. Not to mention the color in his face.

"Wait a minute! Those Zeros! Everyone knows the Jap military apparatus has been dismantled.

But suppose there are arms caches scattered in different locales."

Ham started! "My God! Are you saying what I think you are? It's incredible!"

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"It is a fact that a formal peace treaty between America and Japan has yet to be signed even now.

Over 3 years after the surrender," Johnny said reasonably.

"It's too wild. Japan is beaten. They don't have the resources. They aren't about to reopen hostilities," hypothesized Ham.

"But they might if their present rate of economic recovery is interrupted," Johnny countered. "This fish business may be a ploy to incite the overthrow of the American-instituted constitutional government there. Everyone knows that the Diet is full of Communist sympathizers and at this point is not very stable. It would not take much to bring the whole government down. Especially with the Japanese people in a state of confusion over the Emperor's renunciation of his divinity."

Ham stood up purposely. "I think it's time we took this SCAP."

But Johnny shook his shaggy head.

"No. If Doc wanted to bring MacArthur's office into this, he would have by now."

"Our best move, " he finished grimly, "is to give our friend W.J. Tsumi a thorough going-over.

"That won't be necessary," a controlled voice said from the door. "Tsumi is on our side."

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"Doc!" Ham and Johnny chorused.

Doc Savage entered the suite. His bronze features wore strain and a powdered-metal pallor in equal measure. But otherwise, he looked no worse for his experience (whatever it might have been).

"Good Lord, Doc! We've been worried sick about you," Ham ejaculated. "Where have you been all this time?"

"Having dinner."

"Having … ?"

Then the woman stepped into the room.

She was tall, dark-haired, and radiant although pallor also had worked into the composed softness of her face turning it a little to the hue of bone. She was nonetheless beautiful in a contained way as Doc Savage introduced her.

"I believe that you and Ham have already had the pleasure," the Bronze Man said quietly. "Johnny Littlejohn, this is Seryi Mitroff."

"Kak vahse zdarovye?" Seryi said smilingly in fluent Russian.

Johnny -- taken aback by the colloquial "How are you doing" -- got his words tangled up again. His Russian "I am fine" was a croak.

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Ham was speechless, a condition not greatly improved upon …

… when Monk Mayfair (with a bandage swathing his nubbin skull) entered next …

… followed by a hulking oaf of a man whom Doc proceeded to introduce in a tone usually reserved for proud fathers at their daughters' weddings.

"And this is Mahli, her cousin."

Mahli nodded his ugly head. He did not look comfortable.

None of them did. Monk was especially quiet.

Johnny and Ham exchanged looks.

"Seryi? Isn't she the one who … ? Johnny undertoned to Ham.

The dapper lawyer nodded. "She's the one, all right."

Johnny fell silent.

He had not been involved in the hair-raising adventure behind the Iron Curtain almost a year ago in which Doc, Monk, and Ham had stolen into Soviet Russia to learn whether that nation had achieved the atomic bomb [read "The Red Spider (#182)].

In the course of that mission, they had encountered Seryi and her cousin Mahli who had helped them out. And who had nearly died with them in front of a Soviet firing squad.

Seryi had made a remarkable dent in Doc Savage's ordinarily unsusceptible demeanor in a very short time. And the attraction had been unmistakably mutual.

Seryi and Mahli had been left behind in Russia at the conclusion of that mission, intending to carry on against the Stalin regime which they violently opposed. Doc and his associates had never expected to see the pair again.

After the introductions had been concluded, Doc said: "There appears to have been a misunderstanding which -- given the circumstances -- might be forgiven."

"What's going on Doc?" Ham asked a little wildly and noted with a panicky frown that Seryi Mitroff had taken the Bronze Man's arm and he seemed not to mind. She looked up at him and approval shone in her intelligent eyes. But in back of that light, there was a haunted look.

"As I say," Doc repeated, "a slight misunderstanding."

He turned to Johnny Littlejohn, saying: "Johnny, why don't you release Mr. Tsumi."

The lanky "bag-of-bones" did so and Tsumi entered the room. Confusion overspread his tea-colored features when he spied Seryi and her oafish-looking cousin.

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Seryi demanded something of him in Russian.

"Kare no hara ga yomenai," W.J. Tsumi said regarding the Bronze Man.

"What did they say," Ham asked Johnny.

"She asked him why he had not explained his mission to Doc Savage and he said -- literally -- 'I could not read his stomach'. That is a Japanese expression which translates as 'I couldn't guess his intentions' more-or-less."

"You mean this Max Wood and his outfit are on our side?" Ham demanded. "That doesn't make sense."

"It's not that way," Doc told him. "Mr. Tsumi is working with Seryi. He was a 'plant' in the Wood organization. We were fortunate -- or unfortunate depending on how this affair winds up -- to inadvertently capture him. The address he gave us while under the truth drug's influence was that of the house Seryi was using as her Tokyo headquarters while she investigated this thing on her end. She and Mahli happened to return while Monk was waiting there and -- uncertain as to his identity and intentions

-- captured him."

"An explanatory narrative producing cerebral vertigo," Johnny said, by way of saying that Doc's explanation made him dizzy.

"That language is that one speaking, Clark?" Seryi asked Doc Savage.

At Seryi's familiar use of the Bronze Man's first name, 3 sets of jaws (Monk's, Ham's, and Johnny's) dropped as if unhinged and her question never did get unanswered.

Instead, Doc Savage told them: "I think we had all better sit down for this."

They all sat, conscious of the undertone of concern in Doc's voice.

The bronze giant didn't begin at once. He spent a few moments -- assisted by the beautiful Seryi

-- in getting a warm blaze going in the fireplace at the one end of the room. Lack of fuel in post-War Japan made fireplaces commonplace even in the best of hotels.

The Bronze Man, his aides realized, was less concerned with the fire than with composing his thoughts for whatever he had to say.

Monk had taken a seat between Ham and Johnny.

"What-on-earth is going on? the dapper lawyer whispered.

"Beats me," the apish chemist rumbled. "I was camped out waiting for something when I heard someone prowling outside that paper house. I went to investigate and that Mahli jumped me. We didn't recognize each other at first on account of the dark. Before I could get a warning to you guys, he was all over me."

"I would have nailed him too," Monk finished ruefully. "But something conked me on the head."

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"Candlestick," Johnny said.

"What?"

"You were hit on the head by a candlestick."

"Huh? That Seryi babe musta done it, then. I'm not sure I trust her all that much."

Which was nothing if not a prejudicial statement. Monk Mayfair had no admiration for brainy women. Of which Seryi Mitroff was one.

"Then what?" asked Ham.

"I woke in a shack somewhere near Shiba Park -- not far from here -- with that Mahli holdin' a club over me. Next thing I know, Doc and the Russian babe show up. Fresh from a cozy little dinner, as I get it. Doc tells me to relax and slaps a bandage on my head. We all pile in a car and here we are.

"That's it?" Ham questioned.

"Unless you count the goofy way Doc has been actin' toward Seryi."

"I'd say the young lady has gotten her hooks in Doc all right," Johnny suggestion with one eye on the too-familiar way Seryi Mitroff helped Doc Savage stir at the burning fireplace logs with an ornate poker.

"Hold onto your hats," Monk warned, low-toned. "Unless Doc is pullin' a stunt, this is a definitely a 2-way street. It was 'Clark' this and 'Seryi' that all during the ride over."

Silence fell over the trio.

"Doc is up to something," Johnny finally said.

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That particular subject was promptly forgotten as Doc and Seryi rejoined them (sitting comfortably close to one another, they all noticed in alarm) and launched into as unsettling a speech as ever raised their collective hair on end.

"What I have to say is directed at my 3 aides who are still very much in the dark regarding this affair," he began.

"This would be much clearer if I first review the present World situation which has a direct bearing on the matter. As you all know, the more than 3 years since the last War have been anything but peaceful. I refer specifically to the hoggish division of conquered nations among the Allies. And especially to the fact that Soviet Russia appears bent upon absorbing as much of Europe and Asia as it can gobble up."

Mahli grunted. He stood with his brawny arms folded like an idol in stone.

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"In this year of 1949 in this very area of the World, the influence of Communist sympathizers and agitators is as strongly felt as Nazism and Fascism was in Europe in the years immediately preceding the War. Recent events make it clear that Communism may take all of China. And that Korea and Indo-China are likewise threatened. Even here in American-controlled Japan, Soviet-backed agents have infiltrated the Japanese Diet.

"In short, this entire portion of the World is facing the prospect of falling under the Iron Curtain."

Doc paused to let the gist of his speech (and it was indeed beginning to sound like one) sink in.

"This movement is obviously a coordinate one," he continued. "There is no doubt whatsoever that the present Russian regime is back of it. But it is also true that the regime is not eager in another major War. Which is why subversion is the main tool being employed toward achieving its greedy ends.

"It is not the case -- as Johnny suggested earlier -- that Japan is planning another war against the United States. Rather, far from it. The current Japanese government is eager to get on with the business of reconstruction and economic recovery."

W.J. Tsumi -- who had been untied and had stood rubbing his chafed wrists throughout -- nodded vigorously!

"In short," Doc said, "the aim of our friends behind the Iron Curtain is to wrest control of this corner of the World through sheerly political means. Even the squabbling going on between the nationalists in China and the communists is essentially political. That is, it is strictly an internal affair."

A log snapped sparks and split with a mushy crack! The fitful light it cast sent wavering shadows over the faces of the assembled group.

"We have reason to believe, however," the Bronze Man resumed, "that there is a single genius manipulating these political activities. One man who controls not only the communist agitators throughout Asia but also controls the Kremlin."

Doc Savage stopped to lever the split log back onto the audirons.

He features were deceptively calm when he returned to his chair.

"That man is Max Wood."

Shocked silence greeted the Man of Bronze's quiet statement. Monk, Ham, and Johnny sat stonily, letting the idea sink in.

He continued.

"Wood's plans -- as Seryi had outlined them to me -- are approaching fruition."

"That is true, just as Clark says," Seryi added. "My cousin and I first heard about this Max Wood slightly less than a year ago. We investigated and discovered that his tentacles had extended throughout the Soviet. Even into the very inner halls of the Kremlin. Our work brought us here to Japan where we made contact with our friend Tsumi who is a former member of Japan's espionage apparatus jailed archived at http://www.stealthskater.com/DocSavage.htm

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during the War for opposing the militarist clique. He agreed to infiltrate the Max Wood organization for us.

"From information he piped to us, we knew a major attack upon Japan's very economic and political structure was being readied. But we had no details. Then part of the Max Wood organization went to America and Tsumi with them. And we have heard nothing since."

Speaking fair English, W.J. Tsumi broke into the narration.

"I was only able to learn what you all know now. That Max Wood had obtained something which affected sea life and was prepared to attack my country through its dependency upon its fishing industry.

But he feared a man he called 'Doc Savage' and sent myself and some others to America to learn if this man knowledge of the plan. And to kill him if he did. There we joined up with an American group of his agents who were searching for a man named Baker Eastland. The rest you know."

"Who is this Max Wood?" Johnny questioned. "What is his goal?"

"W.J. Tsumi told him: "He is what we call in Japan a 'man with a black stomach'. A very bad man.

A monster. I know only that he is a scientist; that he has men and military equipment stationed all over the World; and that he lusts for power."

"That explains the Zeros that attacked us," Monk put in.

"Max Wood is a complete mystery," Seryi said. "No one knows where he came from or the nature of his ultimate goals. We do know that he could very well trigger a new War by his reckless actions and may even be bent upon doing so."

"Indeed," Doc Savage said.

He looked from Seryi's concerned face to address the assembled group.

"You can see the scope of this thing. The four(4) of us have been through a great deal in the course of our careers. We have been all over the World and have fought in virtually every corner of it for the things we hold dear. Principles like Justice, Freedom, and a peaceful for Mankind. These beliefs may sound old-fashioned in this modern, war-cynical World. But they are real. They have held us together in common cause as long as we have known each other."

The bronze giant stood up.

"Make no mistake about it. Max Wood is the greatest single threat to Mankind since Adolf Hitler."

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The quickest route to the other side of Japan by submarine was by steaming south through a straight between the main Japanese island of Honshu and the smaller Shikoku and Kyushu isles to the stretch of open water between Korea and Nippon known as the Sea of Japan.

Dawn found the Helldiver cutting through that strait with the leveled city of Hiroshima well off to starboard and out-of-sights but hanging in their minds like a dark portent of the Future.

Doc Savage had suggested that they join forces with Seryi Mitroff and her companions -- an idea which met with no great favor from Monk Mayfair, Ham Brooks, and Johnny Littlejohn -- and head first to the Sea of Japan on the theory that as the fishing was only beginning to suffer there (according to radio reports), whatever agency was at work might still be operating and subject to investigation.

His 3 aides were not exactly enamored of Seryi Mitroff. The Bronze Man gave every indication of liking and trusting her. But they could all remember occasions in which he had allowed individuals to string along on an investigation …

… only to have it come out that those individuals were among the guilty. They wondered if that might not be the case here.

It was Monk Mayfair who took Ham and Johnny aside and asked aloud the question which had been gnawing at their minds for hours.

"You don't suppose Doc has fallen in love, do you?"

"It doesn't seem possible," Ham mused. "But it certainly is beginning to look that way. They haven't been out of each other's sight since Tokyo."

"I still say Doc is up to something," Johnny countered.

"Could be. But I seem recollect this electricity started back in Moscow last year."

"That's true," Ham stated firmly. "And I for one cannot ever recall a woman affecting Doc so deeply as Seryi did. Even then."

"I still don't trust her," Monk said. "Or her friends."

"But was if it is true?" Ham prompted.

"What if it is? Doc has never criticized our interested in babes … much."

"But isn't this Seryi a communist?" Ham asserted.

Monk started!

"I hadn't thought of that angle. I don't know, is she? She hates the current Soviet government and its terror tactics. But that doesn't mean she isn't a Party member."

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"Doc in love with a Communist Party member," Johnny said. "Rubbish! He wouldn't. It's unthinkable."

"I haven't noticed that Love promotes much thinking," Monk told him. "Besides, she might be Doc's type. The brainy variety, you know."

"I don't know," Johnny muttered. "I always thought if Doc were to settle down and get married, he would pick that Mayan princess Monja. The one who lives in the lost valley where we get all our gold."

Johnny was referring to a remote valley in the Central American country of Hidalgo where dwelled the last of Mayan Indians -- the guardians of Doc Savage's treasure trove of gold which he used to finance his work.

They seldom visited the 'Valley of the Vanished' (as it is called) these days. [read " The Man of

Bronze (#001)" ].

"Yeah," Monk added. "I've often thought that myself. Princess Monja has been in love with Doc for years and I know her likes her too. But you guys know Doc. He's woman-proof! And besides, he's always said that his life was too dangerous to include a wife. He has too many enemies."

"I get the impression that Seryi's life is no picnic either," Ham said soberly.

"Blazes!" Mon squeaked. "It could be true at that, couldn't it?"

Even Johnny was shaken by Monk's outburst.

He asked: "If Doc gets married, what will it mean to our excitement-chasing?"

"I don't know," Ham said. "But I do know if we don't stop Max Wood's devilish scheme, a lot more than our excitement-chasing will be over."

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The Helldiver ran along the surface of the Inland Sea in order not to be mistaken for an enemy submarine.

Doc had cleared his presence in the area with SCAP headquarters in Tokyo but refused to divulge his mission.

A heated exchange had ensued with the Bronze Man emerging victorious simply by cutting off all radio communication and getting under way.

They were not challenged.

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motors took over, their insistent sound masked by the laboring air-conditioners as they greedily gobbled carbon dioxide and replenished the oxygen.

"According to the latest information," Doc Savage told them looking up from the radio set,

"fishermen on this side of the islands are now reporting a scarcity of catches well north of here. We will head for that area first."

The hours passed.

Doc, Monk, Ham, and Johnny busied themselves with the operation of the old submarine, trimming tanks often to maintain a constant depth. Seryi, her cousin Mahli, and W.J. Tsumi -- unfamiliar with submarine navigation and because of the cramped confines -- stayed well aft listening to Japanese radio broadcasts.

Seryi came forward only once to announce that severe rioting had broken out in Tokyo, Yokohama, and several other large cities over the lack of eatable fish. The Diet was in special session and MacArthur was planning to broadcast a special plea for restraint from his headquarters in the Dai-Ichi Building.

"It is very, very bad," Seryi finished. "We may already be too late."

That did not exactly promote a festive mood.

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Afternoon found the Helldiver encountering numerous schools of fish traveling south. They were bluefin tuna, sardine, and bonito.

Once, a boat dragging a bell-shaped purse seine net snared an entire school of bluefin tuna. They watched the net being drawn into a circle around the school by a smaller skiff … close up like a gigantic drawstring purse … and disappear toward the surface with its active catch.

The schools multiplied as they pressed northward and gradually the seas were choked with fish, tuna, and herring predominating. All fleeing south and all -- Monk Mayfair was convinced (although this was debatable) -- wearing expressions of utter Terror!

"Well, something sure is caring those babies," he asserted when Johnny Littlejohn termed his statement "a phantasm indicative of overactive imagination".

"They continued to drive forward in the face of the undersea exodus. When the sheer numbers of fish made headway difficult, Ham Brooks (at the controls) adjusted the diving planes and the Helldiver knived to a greater depth.

Doc Savage sent the periscope up through its well and scanned the surface.

"Anything?" Monk asked for the third time.

The bronze giant shook his head somberly.

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"Mostly tuna clippers. One usual item … a Chinese junk. But we are close enough to the Chinese mainland that junks aren't much of a novelty."

Monk grunted.

Leaning against a big pressure gauge, giant Mahli echoed the apish chemist's guttural exclamation.

The big bear of a Russian had said little during the trip. Whatever his thoughts were, he kept them to himself.

Seryi had returned to the control room and -- conveying her wish with only a touch of the Bronze Man's arm -- indicated her desire to peer through the periscope.

She looked … saw nothing interesting … then indicated a porthole through which various denizens of the deep were flashing past. Even the normally voracious mako sharks were ignoring convenient prey in their haste to flee.

"What-on-earth could be causing this?" she breathed.

"I wish I knew," Doc replied. "I suspected some chemical agent. But the Tokyo Bay samples showed nothing of the kind."

A pleasant notch appeared between the Russian woman's eyes.

"Cold it be that this Max Wood has some hideous sea creature under his power. Some thing so terrible that it frightens even the sharks from the ocean?" she breathed.

Monk, Ham, and Johnny looked at one another. They were thinking of their argument over whether-or-not a colossal being had lurked down in the Kuril Trench.

Just then the sea turned jet black …

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It happened just like that.

The seawater outside the Helldiver became the color of the ink squirted by a frightened octopus.

The significance of that was not lost on any of them.

"My God!" Ham breathed. "If there is such a creature …"

He didn't finish his thought.

"Doc," Johnny said wonderingly, "do you remember the legends of the Kraken -- a giant devilfish who would ensnare whole ships with its tentacles? It was said that he slept for centuries between each attack. And that one day he would wake up for good and bring the World to an end."

"Yeah! That's gotta be it!" Monk howled. "A giant octopus. Maybe with poisonous ink. That would explain it!"

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"I am afraid of no octopus," Mahli rumbled. "Or any man."

But the look of unease on his wide features belied his boats. He lapsed back into sullen silence.

"Steady!" Doc said sharply, motioning for silence.

He returned to the periscope as Seryi drew closer to him.

Monk -- his face aghast -- had his nose pressed to a porthole.

"If anything like that is out there, we're sure not going to see it in this tar unless …"

The Helldiver gave a violent shake as if it were a bone grabbed by a very large dog!

They were thrown about the inside. Seryi clung to a bulkhead. Mahli clambered to her side to provide support.

His eyes shone with affection. Seryi smiled back bravely. The giant was very protective toward his attractive cousin.

A crunching roar assailed their ears.

"It's attacking!" Ham screeched.

Water in long black yarns started pouring down from above, indicating ruptured hull plates. The black stuff quickly pooled on the rubber flooring.

"Blow tanks!" the Bronze Man rapped urgently. "Surface!"

Monk and Ham tugged control levers.

They were bowled to their feet when the sub's nose -- made suddenly buoyant -- began to rise. Ham had been slow with the stern tanks.

The Helldiver's nose -- fitted with a spring-steel bowsprit ram -- broke the surface sharply and poised skyward for an awful moment.

Then the sub slapped down, throwing up great sheets of inky brine. It settled, rolling precariously.

Finally the craft righted itself.

They had surfaced near the solitary Chinese junk. It wallowed in a roiling ink-black sea against a distant line of tuna clippers. No other presence -- vessel or fish -- troubled the open sea.

Monk called that information down from the conning tower. He had been the fastest of the stampede to reach it.

"Did…did we escape it?" Ham wondered aloud.

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"We nearly didn't," Doc Savage said grimly as he went up the ladder to Monk's side. "Any closer and that depth bomb would have opened up this boat like a tin can."

"Depth bomb? From where?" Seryi asked incredulously from below.

"That junk yonder is a likely suspect."

That brought everyone up to the tiny conning tower. It was so cramped that they had to take turns at the porthole.

The junk, they saw, was bearing down on them. It was a sizeable, clumsy-looking craft being near 100 tons and decorated (that was the only word for it) with 3 sails of pale ribbed cotton.

"Why would a junk try to destroy us?" Johnny asked, not unreasonably.

"Perhaps because we have found Max Wood, da?" giant Mahli said fiercely.

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The junk proved to be no antique. Swiftly it warped alongside the Helldiver which was slowly but steadily taking on water. Its crew (it was a distinctly multinational complement) dropped grappling hooks. These snared various points along the sub's razorback spine.

The sub was effectively trapped. Submerging was out of the question. And if the Helldiver got under way, it might drag the junk with it. But the submersible would not be able to shake it loose.

Seryi looked at the Man of Bronze questioningly. His men bore similar expressions. They all had the same question.

Doc said: "We're still taking on water. If it goes on long enough, we'll flood. Then they need only release those grapples and the Helldiver will go to the bottom."

"But Doc," Ham protested. "If they wait that long, wouldn't the sheer weight of our sub drag them down too?"

"It would, the Bronze Man admitted. "But by that time, we'd either be drowned in our compartments or be forced up on deck where we would be vulnerable to being picked off by rifle fire."

Monk started to windmill his arms to limber them up.

"I say we charge out there and yank them grapples loose now!"

"I am for that too," Mahli said, bearing his teeth in a wolfish smile.

But Doc Savage shook his head no.

"Out only chance," he said, "and it's a slim one -- is to surrender."

"Surrender?" Ham bleated. "What about our diving suits?"

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"Not enough on board for everyone," Doc said, meeting Seryi's eyes.

She nodded bravely. Doc's answering smile was too touched with grimness to be reassuring.

"At least we will have our answers," W.J. Tsumi said without enthusiasm.

That statement ended any further discussion on the matter of resistance.

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The complement of the junk was efficient. It kept them all covered with automatic weapons when --
led by Doc Savage -- the submarine crew emerged from the stunted conning tower.

The junk crew, they were interested to see, was composed of Americans, Russians, Chinese, Japanese, and several other nationalities including the 4 men from New York who had started the elaborate fish business.

Nate, the straw-boss of the latter group (he of the too-shiny carpet-tack eyes) organized a party that lowered stout lines of woven bamboo for them to climb up.

Doc Savage went first. Seryi clasped her arms around his neck and hung on while the bronze
giant ascended the line by sheer strength.

After that, the others made their way to the junk's deck.

Ham had the most trouble. He tried to climb in such a way that the rough bamboo plaint did not tear his clothes.

He fell twice, each time bringing rope guns to his hands and coat front.

He succeeded on his 3rd try assisted by a promise to shoot him dead if he didn't stop clowning around. That threat was made by the straw-boss Nate and backed up by 20 rifle muzzles suddenly converging on the once-dapper lawyer's forlorn figure.

Once they had been thoroughly searched and relieved of any articles in their clothing (they had wisely left their supermachine pistols and other useful equipment back in the submarine), the straw-boss stepped up to Doc Savage and shoved his weather-beaten face into the Bronze Man's own.

"Welcome to the bad ship Puffer," he sneered. "And don't let the cutey-pie name fool you. This won't be no day cruise."

Doc Savage said nothing as he was frisked for weapons. None were found. Which might have had more to do with the wary haste with which the searching had been conducted than the absence of any weapons. The bronze giant towered over his captors.

The others submitted to similar treatment.

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Then under the prodding of rifle muzzles, they were escorted below deck to a small cabin.

On the way, Monk Mayfair pointed to a design affixed to the middle 4-cornered sail.

A silver fish. It was very round. Like a balloon with fins and an unnerving wide-eyed stare. Its tiny jaw hung down in an expression of open-mouthed terror.

"Look familiar?" he asked.

The homely chemist was told to shut up.

He growled a surly protest and was shoved forward for his pains.

The dark innards of the junk smelled bitterly of chemicals. They entered a cabin whose door was pushed open for them.

It was slammed shut on the broad back of Mahli, the last to enter. He landed on hands-and-knees and picked himself up swearing in voluble Russian.

They saw at once that the cabin was already occupied.

"Doc Savage!" Baker Eastland said incredulously, jumping up from a rude bunk. "They captured you, too?"

"Obviously," Doc said, bitter-voiced.

Celia Adams was with the ichthyologist, they were unhappy to see. And she started right in on them.

"Some rescue party this turned out to be! Mr. high&mighty Doc Savage. Humph! I see you didn't do so well for yourself."

"Shut up, Celia!" Baker Eastland yelled. "I've had enough …"

"Don't you talk to me that way!" the blonde noisemaker flared. "Look at what you've got us into.

We were supposed to be married by now! What will my father think? And my relatives?"

"Oh brother," Monk groaned, rolling his tiny eyes.

Baker Eastland turned to Doc Savage.

"This is Max Wood's boat. I suppose you know that."

Doc nodded. "He's aboard?"

"Yes. And he's been expecting you. That's why he's kept Celia and myself alive. To use as bait. I thought you all were dead after what happened back on Plum Island. But …"

Doc cut him off with a chop of one bronze hand.

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"Suppose you fill us in on the background to this entire affair," he suggested. "We already know something of Wood's plans. It would help if you tell us your role in this."

Baker Eastland sat down heavily.

"It's not a pleasant story," he began.

"Then let's get it over with, shall we?"

Eastland ran a hand through his unruly brown hair. His eyes seemed to have lost their luster and he had shed noticeable weight.

"You're direct. I'll give you that, Savage. I guess it all started during the War when I was doing research for the Navy. As you know, there were a lot of crazy schemes dreamed up by the War Department back then to end the War. Other than the atomic bomb, that is. I guess I was responsible for one of the craziest."

"Let's bob the tail of this critter," Doc interrupted. "I gather this Max Wood will be along any minute."

Eastland nodded.

"All right," he said. "I invented a method of driving the fish from a given zone in any ocean. It was originally to be used on the waters around Japan to starve and demoralize the Japanese people and bring about eventual surrender. It would have worked, too, except that I hadn't perfected my discovery when Hiroshima and Nagasaki happened. By then, it was too late. I finished the project. But the War Department had no use for it and I couldn't convince anyone else of its value.

"Well about a year ago, I was approached by Max Wood who called himself a scientist and … Well, looking back, I can see he was cultivating me. He seemed to know a lot about me. Almost too much.

Well, Celia and I were newly engaged. I was running my own laboratory setup and making little money. Celia didn't want to get married until I had enough to support her the way she was used to. She was going to break the engagement.

"I…I loved her. I was crazy about her. Well, Max offered a lot of money for the 'Fish Frightener'

as I called it. He wouldn't say what he wanted it for. But he knew about it because I had told him the story one night when he and I got tighter together. I'm ashamed to say that I gave in."

Baker Eastland sat dejected for some moments. He was pale, haggard, unhappy.

Celia Adams opened her mouth to say something … but thought better of it.

"After Wood got the secret," he continued, "I had second thoughts. I had a private detective follow him and found out that he was testing it in Quincy Bay. The fishing died out. Then he tried it way out past Plum Island and succeeded in driving the sea life toward shore. I didn't understand his purpose. He wasn't using it to blackmail anyone so far as I knew. But I could see what a devastating the tool the Fish Frightener was."

"So you decided to bring the matter to me?"

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"Yes. But the private detective I hired turned out to be a crook. Wood bribed him to betray me.

Then he was killed. I read about this before I could get to you. That tipped me off that I was being followed. I still don't know what Wood plans. We've been here for almost a week. We don't even know where on Earth we are."

"In the Sea of Japan," Doc informed him. "Wood is denuding the waters around the Japanese Islands of all sea life.

Eastland's face -- if possible -- got even more pale.

"Good Grief! How big is this thing?"

"How big is World War III? a cool voice asked from the cabin door.

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The man who entered the junk's cabin leveled a Luger pistol fitted with a "snail" magazine whose 32
rounds provided near-submachine gun proficiency.

But that was not what gripped Doc Savage, Monk Mayfair, and Johnny Littlejohn, holding them momentarily speechless.

The man was -- on the surface -- not unusual. He was neither short nor tall, heavy nor thin. His hair and his eyes were dark. Not brown or black. Just dark. His face had a studious quality enhanced by the kind of Tojo-style shell-rimmed glasses that had been popular before the War.

It was a serious face. But one seemingly devoid of character because of the very carved-in-wood studiousness of it. But its impassivity of expression betrayed nothing of the content of the thoughts behind it and ultimately rendered the face a quietly forgettable one.

Han's voice was a choked cry.

"Good Lord!"

"I'll be superamalgamated!" breathed Johnny hoarsely.

"Lemme at 'im!" Monk glowered, starting forward.

The Luger swung in the apish chemist's direction. He might have been shot then-and-there but for Doc Savage's quick action.

The Bronze Man blocked the impulsive Monk with an outflung arm. The latter stay put, his pig eyes burning!

Doc Savage was a man of nerve. He had been trained for his life's work by renowned scientists and experts in such fields of endeavor as had been deemed useful for the Galahad-ian life that his father had planned for him. Considerable effort had been expended in inculcating him with the importance of emotional self-control.

That control was not manifested in his metallic features now.

The Man of Bronze wore the expression of a man who had happened upon his own tombstone.

"Eastland!" Doc hissed urgently. "Is this the man you know as Max wood?"

Shocked by the vehemence of the Bronze Man's question, Baker Eastland found his voice.

It was a croak: "Yes… Yes, it is. Isn't it?

"No," Doc returned tight-voiced. "In the Philippines, we knew him as Jack Thomas. But that is not his true name, either. This man is Jonas Sown. He died over 3 years ago. "

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A peculiar and unsettling silence followed. One which was understood perhaps only by Monk Mayfair, Ham Brooks, and Johnny Littlejohn.

They -- along with Doc Savage -- had encountered Jonas Sown once before at the end of the War.

They had seen him shot down and were convinced of his death.

But more than the seemingly impossibility of this man's resurrection, there was their knowledge (never proven) of what he had accomplished before his reported death [read "The Screaming Man

(#154)].

Seryi Mitroff broke the silence.

Turning to Doc Savage, she asked: "You make it sound as if this one were the Devil himself.

Not taking his flake-gold eye s off the man he called Jonas Sown, Doc said: "He is. Unless circumstances 3 years ago misled us horribly, this man you see before us -- directly or indirectly --
was responsible for the outbreak of the Second World War."

Seryi looked at the slim, scholarly Jonas Sown. Her expression warped several times confusedly.

"But I … I have never heard of this man. How could that be?"

"That," Doc said, "is a question that I would like answered myself. What about it, Sown? Or do you prefer 'Wood'?"

Jonas Sown permitted himself a wry smile.

"Because I chose to work behind the scenes like a master puppeteer."

Seeing the Bronze Man's startled expression, he said to him:

"Oh yes. It is all true. I'm afraid most of the credit for that War is mine. My emotion-controlling device -- which I was forced to drop into the sea when I discovered you aboard the Empress Margaret shortly after she had sailed from Manila -- was indeed the trigger for the outbreak of hostilities in 1939.

And for that matter, for certain tests even before then in Manchuria and Spain."

"Nonsense!" Seryi snapped. "This is nonsense. What kind of machine could incite entire nations into war?"

Jonas Sown emitted a short, barking laugh.

"Nothing so grandiose as that, I assure you. I worked my will through the emotional states of certain heads-of-state."

"Another lie!" Seryi flared. "If what you say contained one shred of truth, then Hitler and Stalin would never have fallen out. Or do you claim credit for that event as well?"

Mahli's booming laugh echoed the biting sarcasm of Seryi's question.

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"I believe it was Lincoln who said that a house divided against itself cannot stand," Jonas Sown retorted. "The same can be said of an alliance. Or a World. The nonaggression pact between Germany and Russia suited my purposes until the low countries fell. Then I, ah, incited Hitler to turn upon Russia. A miscalculation on my part. The Soviet resolve was more steely than I would have imagined."

Mahli's mirth trailed away.

Seryi looked stunned. She looked to Doc Savage with questioning eyes.

Doc -- held almost spellbound in fascination -- asked: "It is true, then, that Adolf Hitler was one of your underlings?"

Sown shrugged, the light reflecting off his coin-shaped glasses so as to make him momentarily appear to be blank-eyed. His machine-pistol never wavered from the Man of Bronze and the others.

"Let us say I had … influence over the late Fuehrer," he said crisply. "I am -- or was, it might interest you to know -- a neuro-physician. My emotion-controlling machine was the end product of many years -- a lifetime, really -- of research and experimentation. It worked enormously well, producing hatred, anxiety, fear, and other negative emotions among the leaders and people in Germany, Japan, and elsewhere.

"Unfortunately, this device was not very flexible in what emotions it inspired. For example, it could not be made to generate positive emotions. Not that I had any use for such trifles."

Doc Savage -- as much out of scientific curiosity as out of concern that Sown would kill them all once he had finished boasting (which was clearly what he was doing now) -- put forth another question.

"This device of yours sounded -- and still sounds -- more than a little far-fetched. How can you expect us to swallow…"

"My device," Jonas Sown said slowly and formally, "was partly the result of my delving into Chinese philosophy. The Chinese -- the ancient Chinese at least -- espoused some remarkable ideas on the nature of the human mind. A learned scholar whom I believe you knew -- Wo To Sei-gei -- taught me much and I applied it well. This junk, for example, is my home and my headquarters and has been ever since I 'died'."

"You did not die," Johnny Littlejohn retorted hotly.

"Quite true. I was shot -- several times -- in the belly. I very nearly died. The Allied authorities preferred to conceal that fact. I was operated on -- under an assumed name -- in a Manila hospital and later flown back to the United States for rehabilitation. But the San Francisco Army hospital in which I had been placed mysteriously caught fire. The body found in my room, needless to say, was not mine.

My U.S. agents were responsible for that particular feat of deception."

"Just what is your goal, Sown?" Doc Savage demanded. "You can't be serious about what you said a few minutes ago. That nonsense about World War III."

Jonas Sown's pride was stung. As Doc knew it would be.

The scholarly man adjusted his horn-rimmed glasses before he spoke again.

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"The contrary," Sown countered. "This brings me back to my last endeavor. My machine worked to perfection. But it was only of instrument of control and -- as such -- only as good as the pawns I directed. Unfortunately, my pawns were not as strong as they might have been. Had Germany developed the atomic bombs first, matters might have perhaps turned out differently.

"But no matter now. As Professor Littlejohn so ably discovered during his period in the Philippines when the War drew to a close, I left Germany for Japan, then to Japanese-occupied China, and finally to Manila where we last met. My intention then was to bring my device to America aboard the Empress Margaret. My plans at that time need not be detailed here as I've since abandoned them. But even then, I realized that my device was not equal to the lofty goals I had set for myself.

"I dwelt long on this matter while I convalesced in a place of healing I shall omit to name. It was during those difficult days that I came to understand that I required a weapon capable of wreaking great changes in the World. A weapon potent enough to fell nations, armies, and economies. But one which

-- unlike the atom bomb -- would not produce total destruction.

"Happily, I found such a tool. Spies that I had planted in the American War Department told me of a secret that had been in the development stages for use against Japan. I knew this was what I needed and sought out Mr. Baker Eastland, presenting myself as a marine biologist and calling myself 'Max Wood'."

Sown smiled tightly.

"It was a little jest of mine, 'Wood' being the name that the authorities had hospitalized me under.

But to continue … Eastland's weapon had been perfected. But you all know something of the nature of that weapon which Eastland called the 'Fish Frightener' ."

Doc Savage knew the answer to the next question. But he asked it anyway.

"This 'Fish Frightener' … how do you propose to trigger another global War with it? Isn't that a hatful of trouble to expect to develop from such a 'tool' as you call it?"

"Come now, Savage," Jonas Sown said impatiently. "You are a world-renowned genius. Perhaps as much an intellectual giant as myself. You learned at the feet of Wo To Sei-gei as I did. You saw the results of my test in Quincy Bay. The fish gone; the local economy hurt; the authorities -- never dreaming it was not a natural phenomenon -- completely hopeless. At Plum Island, I succeeded in driving all sea life toward land. Proving that I could turn the 'Fish Frightener' to positive use should I need to."

"Why those two localities?" Doc asked.

"Plum Island happed to be one of my network of hiding places," Sown supplied. "As for Quincy, you can thank Miss Adams for that suggestion. In my brief acquaintance with her, I learned to detest everything about the place."

Sown gave a perfunctory bow in Celia Adams' direction.

"You see, Miss Adams never ceased to speak of it in such relentlessly glowing terms."

Celia Adams colored uncomfortably but offered no comment.

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"And Tokyo?" Doc prodded.

"You have seen for yourself the shambles that Tokyo is becoming," Sown explained. "Soon, all of Japan will overthrown the American Occupation -- inspired by my agents -- and Japan will go Communist."

"What good would that do you?" Mahli rumbled. "You are not Communist."

"No, I am not. But soon this whole area of the World -- Russia and All of Asia -- will fall under the Iron Curtain. This is already transpiring in China. By that time, I will have built a new emotion-manipulating device and the communist leaders will fall under my power. The Russians are already far along in their aims. Which are my aims as well. At the appropriate time, I will merely step in and direct their achievements toward my own ends."

"Which are?" Doc Savage demanded.

Jonas Sown's face took on a look of profound astonishment.

"Why … to control the World!" he said. "To rule it. I'm surprised you hadn't figured that out already. I want to do what no one in history has ever succeeded in doing. Alexander-the-Great, Hannibal, Tamerlane, Genghis Khan, and a few others are reputed to have ruled the World at one time or another. But this was not exactly true, of course. They held sway over only the 'known world' as the understood it. I want to dominate the entire Globe!"

"This guy's nuts! Monk said.

But it was almost a question. No one answered it.

Jonas Sown -- innocuous yet clearly dominating the rocking cabin by his will as much as by his weapon -- had already changed the course of recent history. He could do it again. Indeed he already had, it seemed.

"Communist Japan will declare war on the United States," Sown continued smoothly. "My network of agents have weapons and planes -- you encountered two of them, I believe -- cached all over the World. Russia will join Japan. By the time my agents in China have finished their work, China will be an Iron Curtain country too."

Doc Savage's melodious trilling permeated the creating cabin. There was nothing pleasant in its note.

"Yes, Savage," Sown offered, "the Communist takeover in China is one financed and directed by myself. I did not originate it, of course. I merely -- shall we say -- 'appropriated it. Doubtless, it would have failed without me.

"It may yet fail," Doc Savage warned. "You seem to be casting your lot with some rather unpredictable elements. The slightest miscalculation and this half of the World could be embroiled in a political conflict with no certain ending. You reckon without the reasoning power of the human brain.

No one wants another World War. Particularly the Japanese people."

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"You are talking about men's hopes, Savage. I will admit that peace is much desired in the World today. But just as all men have brains with which to reason, so too do they possess stomachs which must be fed. This if the Achilles' heel, if you would, of Civilization. Men's stomachs. I am striking at Japan through its vast, empty belly. For want of food -- in this instance, fish -- they will do anything I desire. Kill, die, turn on one another … anything!"

"It can't work, Sown," Doc Savage said evenly.

Jason Sown's thin smile overspread his intelligent-looking features like a bloodless wound.

"You will never know," he said pleasantly, "because now it is time for you to die. Starting with this traitor!"

And Sown turned his vicious machine-pistol in the direction of W.J. Tsumi.

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Doc Savage was not taken by surprise. He had seen the whitening of Jonas Sown's trigger finger moments before he spoke the death sentence.

The Bronze Man was tensed and ready …

But he never completed his desperate and possibly doomed attempt to jump Jonas Sown. He knew the attack would probably result in his death (or severe wounding).

But he could give the others a chance to stop the mad neuro-physician. Seryi Mitroff saw Sown's trigger pale also and sensed Doc's intent.

In a blink of an eyelash, several things happened with brain-tricking coincidence.

Doc Savage sprang forward.

Seryi Mitroff tripped him expertly and moved in on Sown herself.

The machine-pistol ripped once, tonguing a long flare of yellow flame.

The cabin became bedlam!

The bronze giant found his feet … slipped on the slick (something wet was suddenly underfoot) floor … and got up again.

Monk, Ham, and Johnny swarmed over Jonas Sown, grabbing for his weapon.

W.J. Tsumi -- his toad-like visage the hue of weathered ivory -- struck a cabin wall. He slid down, leaving a red blotch and some of his viscera on the wall. When he opened his mouth to say something, a torrent of blood rushed out.

Celia Adams screamed! Somewhere, Mahli was roaring rage in gutter Russian.

Out in the corridor, men drummed down companionway steps.

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"Monk!" Doc yelled. "Knock Sown out. Haul him inside before the others come."

"Gotcha!" the squat chemist squeaked.

Turning away, the Bronze Man raked the room with his eyes.

Tsumi sat slumped, unquestionably dead.

Doc found Seryi Mitroff. She was on her side and there was blood everywhere. It was impossible to tell exactly whose it was. But he knew that the Russian girl was still alive because he heard his name (his birth name) whispered.

"Clark …"

He brushed hair away from her eyes. They were closed. The pulsing of her throat was thready.

Gunfire ripped out again. Doc looked up. Monk and the others had fallen back.

Monk had the Luger and was firing it. But Sown was not there. The doorway was full of angry bullets. They gnashed at the frame like blunt teeth!

"Almost had Sown!" Ham said breathlessly. "But his men started firing at us. Sown ran smack into the fusillade. It's a miracle he wasn't chopped to ribbons."

"I'll say this for them," Monk added. "They're a well-trained bunch. They almost nailed us but gave Sown a wide berth."

He noticed the crumpled and obviously dead form of W.J. Tsumi and then the Bronze Man kneeling over Seryi Mitroff. Mahli towered over them, breathing jerkily like a man choking down sobs.

"How is she/" Monk asked softly.

Doc looked up at the hairy chemist.

"In a bad way. Can we bull our way out of here?"

Monk hefted the Luger.

"One gun. Not many shots left. But we'll have to try something. And pronto!"

"I'll create a distraction," the Man of Bronze said with his eyes on Seryi's face. Which reflected nothing of the pain she must be experiencing, he realized with admiration. It was placid and Madonna-like as if had been all the time he had known her.

A very, very short time, he realized suddenly.

Doc gathered up bedding from the bunk and wadded it in the middle of the floor. He removed a coat button and placed it on the bedding.

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Next, he tore another button off -- this one from his trouser pocket. He moistened this with his tongue … told the others to close their eyes … and applied the moistened button to the other.

He jumped back, his eyes squeezed tightly.

There was an instantaneous chemical reaction. A shower of eye-hurting sparks geysered. The bedding caught fire.

Doc tossed the bundle out of the room. The thermite, he knew, would temporarily blind the gunmen outside.

He picked up Seryi Mitroff in both powerful bronze arms and -- with Monk Mayfair leading the way -- dashed for deck. Seryi lay limp in his arms, her head lolled back.

Mahli position himself close to the Bronze Man, his face tortured.

"I will use my body to turn any bullets that come toward you both," he said grimly as they fought their way through the smoke-choked companionway.

Doc nodded silently, reluctantly.

The crew had retreated around a corner where they cursed and tried to >blink? the burn spots from their optic nerves. They got organized enough to stick their weapons around the corner and snap off a few blind shots.

Unfortunately for them, they peered around the corner after that to ascertain if their undisciplined shooting had any effect.

This proved to be their undoing.

Monk shot two of the men (one was the sandy-haired sunburned one called George) right between the eyes.

Doc Savage -- worried about Seryi -- said nothing about Monk's action although he personally disapproved of the latter's killing and always had.

Yelling lustily, the brutish chemist charged the corner leaping and firing! The noisy combination was demoralizing enough to trigger a general retreat. The Sown gunmen fell back in haste.

"The coast is clear!" Monk howled with glee. "Let's go!"

They banged their way to the companion steps.

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The deck was swarming with men. But they were congregated forward of the wheelhouse busily taking up firing positions.

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Sown was among them. They couldn't see him but his voice came to them clearly. He was marshaling his men like a field general.

"The stern!" Doc Savage yelled in Mayan.

Mahli, Baker Eastland, and a sobbing hysterical Celia Adams followed, although they didn't understand the guttural-sounding order.

The stern of the junk was a broad, high poop deck typical of junks. The 3 batwing sails shielded them from view of the crew but would turn bullets once serious firing commenced.

Sown yelled "Open fire!" in a half-a-dozen languages over-and-over again.

The storm of metal began then. Slugs punched through the sails like pencils thrust through paper and buried themselves in the fine teak rail. They made ugly, voracious sounds chewing into the planking.

The bullets forced Doc Savage and the others to drop to their stomachs on the high afterdeck.

But the sound of approaching footsteps told them their moments of relative safety were numbered.

"This gun's empty, Doc!" Monk yelled. "We gotta jump. Right now!"

The Bronze Man -- cradling Seryi -- nodded hurriedly.

They all crawled to the back rail while bullets punched the quilt-like cotton sails with spiteful relentlessness. An occasional rib-breaking noise told of a bamboo sail stiffener snapping in two.

Under the barrage, the rear-most lugsail was coming apart like a moth plucked by nervous fingers.

"Monk," Doc ordered. "You drop into the water. I'll throw Seryi down to you."

"But Doc!" She's unconscious. You can't swim with her in tow. They'd pick you off in a minute. It would be suicide. For all of us."

"I'll hander her. Just catch her, Monk."

The homely chemist hesitated, his tiny eyes shifting from his leader to the fast-disintegrating sails.

Ham crawled up, his face drained of color.

"Monk's right, Doc. We barely have a chance as it is. Leave her …"

"Mahli, I must depend on you," Doc rapped in Russian.

But his instructions were never completed because Monk's hairy red fist suddenly exploded off the point of the Bronze Man's jaw and dazed him.

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It was doubtful that even the powerful Monk Mayfair could have caught Doc Savage by surprise under any other circumstance. As it was, the burly chemist's blow did not knock the Man of Bronze
out.

His eyes remained open. But they were dazed and uncertain. He was what was commonly called

"out on his feet" even if he wasn't -- technically -- standing up.

"I'm sorry, Doc," the apish chemist said. And his face showed it.

"Ham, get overboard. I'll toss Doc in. The water should bring him around. But you never know."

"Right."

Ham and the others jumped for their lives and then hugged the stern of the boat on either side of the huge ladle-like rudder.

That left Monk alone with his dazed leader and the giant Russian, Mahli. The apish chemist lay with his body shielding Doc against the stray wood-gouging bullet.

Monk looked at Mahli. Their faces were but inches apart …

Then a live grenade bounced between them!

They saw it in the same instant. Monk reached out for the deadly projectile …

… but Mahli's huge paw closed over it first.

Rearing up, the big Russian flung it back in the direction it had come. He yelled something defiant and inarticulate.

Monk didn't wait to see what happened next.

He hefted to Bronze Man to the rail and pushed him over. Doc made a great splash.

Climbing onto the rail, Monk followed.

The detonation illuminated the night as a sudden, violent white flare. The sound was muffled. The sound of the explosion, that is.

It was immediately overtaken by an assortment of yells and screams.

More grenades detonated and Mahli dropped off the high poop just ahead of a shower of splintered wood and hot metal fragments.

When Monk surfaced, Doc Savage was once again conscious in the black (it was still the color of octopus ink) water.

Ham and Johnny had to grab the Bronze Man's arms to keep him from climbing the long stem of the tiller back to the high poop deck.

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The look in Doc Savage's agate-hard golden eye s then was one that they would never forget.

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They watched the bullets hitting the surface with a sick fascination. They fell like intermittent rain in big, widely-spaced drops. The nearest came with 2 feet of where they bobbed under the overhang of the junk afterdeck and gave them some bad moments.

But then soon realized that Jonas Sown's men gathering up at the junk's stern rail could not angle their fire acutely enough to reach them.

Sown soon realized that too. The scholarly neuro-physician was screaming some rather unscholarly phrases!

Spitting out inky brine, Mahli said: "They will set boats down next."

Treading water next to the huge Russian, Doc Savage said nothing. And had said nothing for several minutes. He was expending all of his energy in regaining control over his emotions.

His massive chest expanded and contracted with muscular regularity as he strove to get his jerky breathing back to normal. The cords of his throat swelled and pulsed. His flaky-gold eye s were whirling wild.

But as he gradually brought himself under control, the tiny winds that played in the aureate depths ceased their violent play.

Ham bobbed into view just as Baker Eastland had silenced Celia Adams' repeated and nerve-jarring statement that they were all going to die with a hard <slap> and a harder " Shut up, Celia!"

Ham said: "I got the air lock open. If we stay calm, we should be able to get aboard the Helldiver without them knowing it."

Doc nodded. Ham started to offer some reassuring words but knew that there was nothing he really could say.

The dapper lawyer got the others organized.

One-by-one, they swam under the junk's flat keel and in the ink-black water found their way to the air lock.

It was merely an open well in the underside of submarine. But when they poked their heads up, there was air.

"Doc should be here any moment," Johnny said, gasping. "We'll wait for him."

"Think he'll ever speak to me again?" Monk asked plaintively.

No one offered the homely chemist any reassurance.

They climbed up into the craft to await the Bronze Man.

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The submarine had taken on a great deal of water in the forward compartments which they had sealed off prior to evacuating the crippled submersible. Less than an inch of the black-hued solution covered the rubberized flooring.

They took pains not to touch any electrical apparatus as they tried to make themselves comfortable.

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At the stern of the junk Puffer, Doc Savage treaded water. His sharp ears caught the splash of boats being lowered into the water.

He felt in a hidden pocket for the grapple and nylon line which he habitually carried. It had escaped discovery when they were searched. With it, he could snag the rail and silently regain the deck. There was a fair chance he could locate and carry Seryi away before they spotted him.

He weighed the grapple in his hand, considering his chances.

Seryi was out cold and probably in shock from blood loss. The longer he waited, the more grave her situation was likely to become. He knew he could manage the swim to the Helldiver with her. But he would have to travel underwater to avoid being shot from above.

That swim would be no ordeal for the bronze giant who could hold his breath for extended periods of time. But without one of his compact diving lungs for Seryi, she stood an excellent chance of drowning.

Doc Savage wrestled with the problem for many minutes.

Then … without expression on his face … he slipped into the intensely black water.

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"Gosh, Doc!" Monk Mayfair said when the Bronze Man climbed aboard the Helldiver. "We thought for a while there that you weren't coming."

Doc ignored the homely chemist and sought out Baker Eastland. He found him conversing with Johnny Littlejohn.

"Eastland, is this blackness in the water the result of your Fish Frightener?" Doc asked, brittle-voiced.

"Why, yes. It's a toxic solution, rather like the Shark Chaser invented during the War. If you recall, Shark Chaser was developed for use by pilots if they went down in water infested with man-eaters. It was a compound which acted on the shark's highly sensitive sense of smell, driving it away.

Sharks are ordinarily fearless. But certain natural scents -- such as the smell of dead shark -- for some reason drive them away like a skunked hound."

"Shark Chaser is larger copper acetate," Doc said, "with enough black dye mixed in to temporarily turn seawater black."

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"The dye was for psychological effect," Eastland supplied. "It didn't affect the sharks. But it made a pilot -- bobbing in the water while he waited for the rescue plane -- feel somehow safer."

"Even an unlimited quantity of copper acetate would not produce the widespread denuding of ocean life that we witnessed during our Pacific crossing," Doc pointed out.

"True. My Fish Frightener is an improvement upon Shark Chaser, not merely a larger application of the same chemicals. As you know, one of the drawbacks of Shark Chaser is that it creates a stationary underwater cloud. A fast-swimming shark can sometimes pass through it unaffected.

"I'm an ichthyologist. But my specialty is ichthyotoxism -- poison fish. It was while experimenting with a new and different kind of shark repellent that I made the breakthrough that led to the Fish Frightener. I discovered the existence of a Red Sea fish -- the frilly flatfish -- that secretes a powerful natural milk which sharks find so unappetizing that they will spit the fish out rather than endure it.

Because it's an organic toxin and not manufactured, it was a thousand times more powerful than copper acetate and not easily diluted in saltwater.

"The sea is full of creatures possessing such natural defenses against predators. Rays, blowfish, scorpionfish, toadfish, stonefish, even some species of shark and catfish. I collected as many as I could; extracted the various toxins; and concocted a kind of witches' brew. It was vile stuff, almost impossible to work with. But I found a way to concentrate it into a dry chemical for easy storage and dispersal.

When drawn into the naris -- or nostril -- it causes virtually all species of fish to succumb to blind, unreasoning panic."

"What is the significance of the puffer?" Doc asked. "Its natural toxins are poison to humans, not inimical to sea life."

"That is some quirk of Wood's -- or Jonas Sown as you call him," Eastland explained. "While I've been his prisoner, he has revealed certain things to me. As you know, when disturbed the puffer inflates its body in order to appear larger and more formidable than it is. Sown adopted the inflated puffer as the symbol of his master plan. He has a taste for puffer flesh, too. Despite -- or maybe because of -- the risks involved."

"That explains why he painted its image outside our Headquarters," Johnny interjected. "It was the perfect pictorial representation of piscatorial apprehension."

"So the Fish Frightener works through action on the olfactory receptors of sea life. Is that it?" Doc asked.

Eastland nodded.

"Mixed with seawater, it creates a solution that stimulates an overpowering fear reaction in all fish and other underwater life. Provided that they have brains and any type of nervous system. It turns the water temporarily black because the dry chemical itself is black. But the blackness thins out quickly."

"I tested the waters of Tokyo Bay and found no chemical trace. Why is that?"

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"After a few days, the solution disperses. The spent toxic material precipitates to the ocean floor and eventually disintegrates," Eastland explained. "There would be no trace unless perhaps you tested the silt of the seafloor."

Doc Savage nodded. He recalled the floating black specks that swirled along the ocean floor as they had made their trans-Pacific run. It was the most likely of several theories that he had come up with to explain the phenomenon.

"Then Sown is probably introducing the stuff into the sea through vents in the junk's hull."

"That's my guess," Eastland said. "What are we going to do? We're back where we were an hour-or-so ago. All they have to do is release this sub and we'll drown."

The Man of Bronze got the others together and explained the situation to them. Not that it needed explaining, but he felt that if he presented their plight to them in this way, they would not be as likely to panic.

He did not mention Seryi at all. But her fate was a shadow looming over his mind throughout the tense discussion.

"Sown has to be stopped," Doc concluded. "Here and now. We all know the stakes in this affair and we can't retreat because there may not be another chance for us. Or for the World."

"What do you suggest, Doc?" Ham interjected. He twisted his dark sword-cane in nervous hands.

"They won't expect us to counterattack immediately. So that is what we will exactly do. Eastland and Miss Adams will stay here because they are not trained for our type of work."

"No! I'm responsible for all that has happened," Baker Eastland said firmly. "I'm coming."

Doc nodded. "Miss Adams?"

Celia Adams was perched on a fold-down bench. Her frock looked as if it had been smeared with coal dust and then hosed down. Her now-matted blonde hair was streaked with grays and blacks.

She started to speak, cleared her throat several times without success.

Celia's blue eyes were downcast, defeated. She did not raise them when she at last spoke.

"I…I'm staying here," she said weakly.

No one was surprised at that.

The tramping of feet on the hull plates over their heads caught their attention. Muffled voices mixed in with the sounds.

"Uh-oh," Ham muttered. "We have callers."

"You ain't just woofing," Monk rejoined.

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X - Sea Hell

Doc Savage went to the conning tower hatch. It had been dogged tight.

Nevertheless, the Bronze Man took the wheel in both metallic hands. He exerted relentless pressure. The cords in his neck stood out with the strain!

But the wheel would not turn. Doc's fine white teeth showed and perspiration crawled down his face, creating clear rills of the black streaks already there.

Came a tentative banging topside. Someone was knocking on the opposite side with a tool or possibly the butt of a gun.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes on Doc Savage.

In Doc's corded hands, the wheel gave a sudden creak. It moved slightly.

The bronze giant paused … then redoubled his efforts.

They were rewarded by another creak and jerk of the wheel.

The banging continued, picking up volume and violence. Cursing commands to get the hatch undogged reached their ears. It pierced the hull with amazing clarity considering the Helldiver's iceberg-proof design.

But the wheel held.

Doc gave a final jerk! Only then did he step away from the hatch.

"I daresay," Ham ventured, "that Goliath himself couldn't free that wheel now."

"We have work to do," the Bronze Man said grimly.

They got together various equipment that they would need. The tiny supermachine pistols which presently held only mercy bullets (much to Mahli's disgust). And the gas and smoke pellets which Doc had used in different forms for many years.

Faced with the enormity of the task before them, Doc Savage reflected for the first time on how peculiar and ineffectual his gadgets were. The mercy bullets took time to stupefy their victims. Time enough for return shots to be squeezed off. The various gases vaporized too quickly sometimes or were subject to being blown back in their faces.

What if those calamities befell them now? What would happen to the World?

Even if they won -- even if Jonas Sown was destroyed -- what would happen to the World in the coming years with its atomic bombs and Iron Curtains and new would-be political despots?

The Man of Bronze shook off those pessimistic thoughts as the giant Mahli complained boisterously about the puny supermachine pistols. His complaining seemed to be of the loud habitual kind. His wide face betrayed concentration on the matter at hand and nothing of concern or grief over the question of Seryi's fate.

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X - Sea Hell

Doc realized then how much Mahli was like his beautiful cousin. And that their shared self-control was probably a consequence of the brutal Russian experiences against the Nazis and not a family trait.

He admired that in them both.

But right now, panic clutched his vitals like steel tongs. He fought the unaccustomed sensation.

With the insistent banging and shouting on the hatch still ringing in their ears, they exited the sub through the airlock. Doc went first after apprising the others of his plan. It was a simple and direct one.

Under the press of events, it had be such.

That did not mean it would work, however, and the Bronze Man mentally recited a silent prayers as he cut through the black water.

He surfaced before the men on the sub's spine saw him. He tossed the "scare" grenades which broke and belched quantities of boiling black smoke. In addition to the smoke there were chemicals in it that were harmless but smelled exactly like deadly mustard gas. To someone familiar with that smell, it was a disconcerting experience to find oneself in the midst of it and utterly unable to see.

Several of the junk crewmen were crouched over the stubborn hatch. They were using a hammer and cold chisel on the wheel spokes. One spoke and a portion of the wheel's thick rim had been broken off -- a testament to Doc Savage's Herculean strength.

Others stood guard. But their eyes were on the hatch as well.

The sepia smoke rolled toward them.

"Gas!" one howled. It was the straw-boss Nate.

The speed at which the men at the hatch abandoned their efforts was almost comical. They stumbled into another. Rifles -- jarred -- fired into the air. The pall enveloped them and simple panic turned into
pandemonium!

Like fleas raked by a fine-toothed comb, the men jumped off the sub and into the water.

Monk Mayfair and the others had stationed themselves on either side of the submarine's flanks.

They overpowered the crewmen with fists and clubbed weapons.

A few eluded these inducements to oblivion and tried to strike out for the junk. But the spiteful snap of mercy pistols -- latched into single-shot operation -- put a stop to that notion.

Dragging their prisoners, Doc Savage and his party clambered onto the Helldiver using its sled-like runners for purchase.

Not all of the junk's crew could be brought back aboard. But no one --not even the Bronze Man himself -- gave much thought to those who slipped into the India-in water, still unconscious.

Doc went among the prisoners with a hypodermic needle, injected them by "feel" with a stupefying drug designed to keep a foe out of mischief for several hours.

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He attended to the once called 'Nate' last after extracting from him an estimate of the junk's total manpower. Nate blubbered that he was afraid of needles. Monk had to hold him down while Doc administered the drug.

"Hah! Some 'tough' guy he turned out to be," Monk snorted. Sensing that Doc was no longer there, the apish chemist peered through the rolling murk.

Like a giant from the deep, the acrid smoke ingested the wallowing junk from its prominent bow to its plump stern.

By this time, Doc Savage had snagged the junk's railing with his tiny grappling hook. To his surprise, it caught on the first blind throw. He fervently hoped that was a good omen.

He went up the line with monkey-like agility. The others following, using the loops and knots in the cord as handholds.

The bronze giant disposed of 2 crewmen that he encountered in the dark simply by hoisting them over the side. One hit the water. But the other slammed onto the Helldiver's railed hull. He groaned once … then began sobbing uncontrollably.

"We're all here," Monk breathed, dropping from the rail. He shook blackened water off his long hairy arms.

"Bunch up and cut loose with your mercy pistols," Doc said quietly.

They arranged themselves in a tight string across the bow and set the weapons to shuttling and smoking. The sounds that the pistols made were like a bullfiddle chorus, discordant and loud!

Yelling in half-a-dozen languages came back to their ears. Men trampled the deck, all of them heading toward the stern or possibly below.

"We use other gas now?" Mahli asked fiercely.

"No," Doc warned. "The breeze is blowing back to us. It would no good."

He didn't mention the danger (quite real) that some of the thrown pellets might not break upon impact and would thus be dangerous to have underfoot when they advanced.

The machine pistols moaned once more. Their surprisingly subdued muzzle-flame barely cut the slowly thinning smoke. The mercy bullets made practically no sound upon impact. Only a faint tinkling as the hollow shells dashed themselves against hard surfaces, splashing their volatile anesthetic.

Under the circumstances, it was impossible to know if they were achieving any results.

The deck gave back silence.

"I think we have them cowed," Ham ventured optimistically.

"Perhaps," Doc whispered. "Everybody get down and we will let the wind carry this smoke away."

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They hugged the rolling deck. The smoke stung their eyes a little and made them smart and tear.

But it was only a mild side effect of the chemical -- one which Doc Savage hadn't been able to remove from the mixture.

Mahli was the first to make out the stern -- as much of it as could be examined through the ragged batwing sails.

"The deck would seem to be deserted," he absentmindedly remarked in Russian.

And it was. Not a shadow moved or seemed to move.

They had some trouble adjusting their eyes to the lack of light because dusk had so quickly fallen.

In the murk, the absence of the smoke was not readily perceptible.

"We got 'em trapped!" Monk howled. "They're either laying for us below or holed up on the wheelhouse."

His eye s on the high poop, Doc Savage saw the spot from which they had jumped what seemed like an eternity ago.

There was no sign of Seryi Mitroff anywhere.

He discerned a patch of shadow there, though. Which might have been shadow or perhaps a very large stain on the deck.

Whatever it was, the sight of it sent a cold trickle slithering down the Bronze Man's spine.

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XI - Staalemate

XI -- Stalemate

The sound of Jonas Sown's voice calling his name cut through the Man of Bronze like a knife.

"Savage!" Sown called again . "Do you hear me?"

Doc started to answer … couldn't find his voice … and had to clear his throat nosily.

"I hear you," he called back.

"We seem to be at an impasse," Sown yelled back.

His tone sounded odd. Probably because he was a man not used to having to raise his voice. The studious ones are almost always that way. And that fact made the Bronze Man wonder if the bottling-up of his emotions had started Jonas Sown (if that was his real name because no one knew) on the strange road that had spurred him to cause one World War and then attempt to ignite another in order to fulfill some grandiose dream.

Even now, Doc had some difficulty linking the horrors of the past 10 years with the serious-faced, bespectacled man whose voice carried over the empty deck.

He knew that Jonas Sown was an evil genius unlike any the World had ever before seen. But it baffled the imagination to link the annexation of Austria, the invasion of Czechoslovakia, the Battle of Stalingrad, Midway, and Hiroshima with this one individual.

True, Jonas Sown had not directly caused each-and-every one of those occurrences. But like the man who tips the first domino tile in the chain, it was he who had caused the remainder to topple even though his "fingerprints" were not on them all.

"We can't remain in stalemate forever," Sown was saying in an edgy tone.

"He's right, Doc," Monk ventured cautiously, not certain that the Bronze Man would even acknowledge his existence.

His homely face wore expectation like a clown's face. He almost worshiped Doc Savage. What he had done when Doc had hesitated over escaping the junk was unplanned. But necessary. Still, he wasn't convinced that the Bronze Man was ready to see it that way.

"What do you think we should do?" Monk asked. He looked to the Man of Bronze with expectant puppy-dog eyes.

When Doc Savage said nothing for several minutes, Monk went off by himself and made silent shapes with his fists. For a time, the only sound was the dry rustling of the bat-like junk sails and the thin voice of Jonas Sown.

Drawing up beside him, Johnny Littlejohn told Monk: "Women always bring trouble."

But that did not cheer up the homely chemist.

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Jonas Sown was saying: "Savage, the longer we protract this standoff, the more the Fish

Frightener continues to empty into the ocean. You know that, don't you?"

Sown -- for the first time -- sounded truly afraid. But then, his fear of the bronze giant had caused him to tip his hand back at the beginning of the affair when he had sent his men to New York to perform the zany business over the frightened silver fish.

The inflated-puffer emblem on the junk sail, Doc reflected, must be a good-luck charm or recognition sign between members of Sown's far-flung group of political agitators. The smartest thinks are often prone to such idiosyncrasies. And even the most powerful of men -- and Jonas Sown seemed to be another Napoleon or Hitler -- were subject to fright.

Jonas Sown felt hear now …

… fear of Doc Savage!

"We can make a deal, Ren Beh Chintung," Sown yelled, using the Chinese words for Man of

Bronze. "Let my men and myself go free and you may have the junk and Fish Frightener. Just allow us to swim to one of the fishing boats nearby and the junk is yours. I know that you're a man of your word.

What about it?"

The afraidness in the man's voice was a tonic to the Bronze Man's nerves. He felt his confidence return.

A long-ago memory from his youth came back to him. A phrase one of the dozens of tutors who had trained him for strange life -- trained him at the behest of his father who had a suffered a strange, unknown misfortune that impelled him to place his only son in the hands of scientists and thinkers --
burned clear in his mind.

It was a Chinese phrase (Confucian, he recalled) which was imparted to him by Wo To Sei-gei -- the same Chinese scholar whom Jonas Sown knew. It was:

"True gold fears no fire."

It was only a phrase, true. But it inspired confidence then as it did now.

Doc Savage put his concerns out of his mind.

"Before we make any deals," he yelled toward the wheelhouse, "You'll have to show your good faith."

"How?"

"Release Seryi Mitroff. No deals until she has been freed."

There was a long, long silence in which the sails rustled. A low Moon shone through them, the battens resembling ribs in a mummy's chest.

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Finally, Jonas Sown yelled: "All right! The girl is yours." His voice squeaked like a bat's.

The gunfire started in the next breath.

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It was a short burst -- a mercy pistol.

But it came from the wheelhouse.

Wildly, Doc Savage looked toward his own men crouched nearby.

One was missing.

"Damn it!" Ham yelled. "Mahli isn't here! He must have snuck off while we were listening to the devil Sown!"

More guns ripped. There was only one choice now.

Really no choice at all.

"Come on!" Doc called and they charged aft.

The mercy pistol stopped abruptly. There was a roar of rage like a wounded bull (obviously Mahli).

Glass shattered and wood splintered somewhere.

More guns banged! A man flew out of the wheelhouse, obviously not of his volition.

Whooping, the brutish Monk promptly clubbed him unconscious.

Other men poured out. They met Doc Savage, Monk Mayfair, Ham Brooks, and Johnny Littlejohn like waves crashing together.

After that, no guns sounded and there was just the crack of fists on jaws and the grunting of men engaged in very physical work.

Once, a knife flashed for Monk's face and the Bronze Man broke the wielder's arm deliberately. The homely chemist looked relieved and fell on a skulking Japanese crewmen with newfound enthusiasm.

"I don't see Sown," Ham yelled above the melee.

He had his sword-cane unsheathed (it had been left in the Helldiver originally and lately recovered) and was slashing viciously at anyone who came near. He was clearly worked up.

Ordinarily, he would lightly stab an opponent and let the chemical on the blade's tip do its incapacitating work. But now, he was inflicting damage! Strings of blood poured from open cuts all around him.

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XI - Staalemate

Doc Savage found Mahli. The giant (his name actually meant "small" in Russian) had 2 men in a bear hug and was concentrating on crushing their rib cages like a Madison Square Garden wrestler. The men were screaming horribly over-and-over again. Their faces were red and going purple. They bit their lips in agony, producing foamy blood.

"Mahli, stop!" Doc urged.

But the giant only closed his eyes with renewed effort.

"Cron, Mahli!" Doc shouted, repeated the command in the Russian's own tongue. "Cron!"

When he realized that the giant Russian wasn't going to listen to reason, Doc changed tactics.

"Sown!" he yelled at the enraged Russian. "Where is he?"

Mahli still did not hear the Bronze Man. Or so it seemed.

Your cousin Seryi. Mahli, where is she?"

Mahli gave a last groaning heave and the 2 men went limp in his great arms -- dead.

He dropped them without ceremony. Wild-eyed, he looked about for more enemies and latched onto another hapless crewman after first relieving him of a wicked marlin spike.

Doc let him be. He was in a killing rage and not too particular about his choice of victims. The Bronze Man thought he knew why. And the knowledge was a coldness in his marrow.

He went in search of his own answers …

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XII - Plenty

XII -- Plenty

Except for a few strays whom his men chased the length of the junk, the fighting had just about subsided when Doc Savage found Seryi Mitroff's body in one corner of the wheelhouse.

In his heart, the Bronze Man was not surprised. He was surgeon enough to have realized her wounds must have been fatal ones from the start.

But he had shoved that knowledge into the darkest corner of his mind and kept it there throughout the last several hours because he did not want to admit the truth. Even to himself.

It had been important to him that Grief not wash over him and cripple his ability to fight Jonas Sown. Too much had been at stake. He had understood that much without letting the terrible realization march through his mind.

But it had guided his actions nonetheless. It was the reason why he had not reboarded the junk the first time although he had stood a fair chance of reconnoitering the vessel undetected.

Stone-faced, the bronze giant knelt over Seryi's inert form and felt for a pulse.

None.

She lay on her side, her chest wetly red and her eyes closed.

Doc was grateful that her eyes were closed. It meant that she had died without prolonged agony.

Even if she had died alone and among enemies.

Her oval face was still calm and composed and strong just as it had been in life. It was the face of a Madonna -- classic. And in its way -- deathless.

Doc became aware of Mahli hovering over him, calm and in control of himself once more. The Bronze Man had not heard him approach. The giant Russian had said nothing. He was just there …

like silent Grief given human form.

The others filed in presently. But they said nothing when they found the bronze giant still kneeling over the body.

Up on the deck, feet whetted wood frantically. There was a splash of a sound coming through the seasoned cedar hull.

Johnny Littlejohn dashed up the companionway …

… and just as quickly plunged down again, stumbling like a "daddy longlegs" spider.

"Sown!" he yelled breathlessly. "He went overboard!"

Doc Savage -- his face warped in flat planes of grief and anger -- charged for the door, beating Mahli to the deck.

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The sound of splashing brought him to the port rail. The Bronze Man paused only long enough to get a fix on the swimmer …

… then he stepped onto the rail and followed Jonas Sown into the water!

Sown -- a black shape in the black water -- struck out for the cluster of nearby tuna clippers. He turned his head only once (at the sound of Doc Savage hitting the water) and frantically redoubled his efforts.

On deck, Mahli picked up a gun that someone had dropped. This one was not a mercy pistol. The Moon was still low. But there was enough light to make out the figures of Jonas Sown and Doc Savage stroking toward the clippers.

"Doc's gaining on him!" Monk said excitedly.

Mahli grunted.

"The bronze one is fast," he rumbled. "But I have something more fast, nyet?"

Mahli lay the barrel of his captured pistol across a leveled forearm. He fired once.

Sown twisted in the water. He grabbed for his right knee.

"Good shooting!" Ham breathed. "You got him in the leg."

Mahli fired again, this time hitting Sown's other leg. Another bullet followed it.

Like a worm impaled on a pin, the neuro-physician floundered in the water as Doc Savage -- his arms propelling him in a powerful breastbone -- closed in like a human torpedo.

Attracted by the noise and commotion, the clippers edged in closer.

"This is good sport, nyet?" Mahli said fiercely.

None of the others stopped the Russian as he calmly, methodically, and cold-bloodedly emptied the gun into Jonas Sown's thrashing legs.

He kept firing even after the bullets ran out. Then he went in search of another pistol.

In the water, Doc swam to within a handful-of-yards of Jonas Sown. They could see milky moonlight shimmer off Sown's glasses which had somehow managed to stay on his face. The reflected light gave the floundering neuro-physician the aspect of a blind insect struggling to keep afloat on a pond.

Ham Brooks used the twin reflections to home in on Sown with a searchlight he found on the wheelhouse roof. He illuminated that patch of water just in time to capture the climax of the chase.

Jonas Sown floated on his back, his incredulous face bobbing close to the surface. Yarns of blood radiated all around him like spreading fingers.

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Trailing a wake of disturbed water, Doc Savage reached out to snare his quary.

He was too late by a foot.

Jonas Sown simply sank.

Arching like a porpoise, the bronze giant followed him down. The red-tinged black water shook and regathered itself at the spot where they had disappeared.

"Doc'll get him," Monk predicted.

"Let us hope," Johnny said fervently.

2 minutes passed … then 3 …

Ham worked the searchlight trying to locate any disturbance on the choppy seas.

Monk almost dove in …

But Mahli stopped him with a taunting remark:

"Have you so little faith in your leader?"

The homely chemist subsided. He squeezed the rail hard enough to draw blood!

Moments later, a flurry of bursting air bubbles erupted with a ghoulish gurgle.

Then a giant Man of Bronze broke the surface. He treaded water momentarily, pushing himself around in place with his arms.

In no direction did they spy another swimmer. The searchlight halo made that plain to all.

Finally, Doc swam back to the junk alone.

He boarded the junk by climbing up his grappling hook-and-line which still trailed down to the water.

"Sown got tangled in one of the clipper nets," Doc informed the others stiffly. "He drowned before I could reach him."

"You were a fool to try to save him!" Mahli sneered.

"I had no intention of rescuing Jonas Sown," Doc told him flatly.

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Hours later, they had inventoried the casualties.

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Most of the junk's crew -- including remnants of the New York gang -- were either dead or incapacitated.

Monk, Johnny, and Mahli had pumped out the Helldiver. After repairs, she would be seaworthy enough for the voyage home provided they nursed her through the crossing.

Ham had been in touch with SCAP headquarters in the Dai-I chi Building in Tokyo by radio, explaining the situation. U.S. warships were dispatched from different Japanese ports to take charge of the junk and its surviving crewmen.

Ham joined Johnny and Monk -- who were poking about the junk's innards -- to report the news.

"here's the fish discourager," Monk announced, pointing to several rows of simple devices on the order of oversized hourglasses set into the keel. The top halves of these were filled to capacity with a gritty black material like crushed coal. The bottom halves were empty.

Valves in the narrow neck of each hourglass kept the black grit in the upper portions of the glass until a releasing switch was activated. One row of devices was empty, top and bottom. They could see the grilled bases that allowed the stuff to precipitate below.

"I'm not very impressed," Ham sniffed.

"The stuff is just a dry chemical like Eastland said," Monk explained. "These glass things store it and a timer releases the stuff down into the lower bells and then into the water through vents in the hull.

Not particularly complicated. I've shut 'em all off."

"I've been in touch with Tokyo," Ham said. "Things are still pretty bad there. But I promised them we could turn the situation around. Am I a liar?"

Johnny Littlejohn answered that.

"I was speaking with Eastland. The toxin has to be replenished every 6 days to keep sea life from a given area. That means it should be wearing off on the other side of Japan. We stopped it here soon enough so that not too much damage was cause. Once the Occupation explains this to the Japanese people and they are given enough fish to tide them over, everything should be back to normal within a week-or-so."

"Say! Where is England?" Monk inquired. "I haven't seen him around the last couple-of-hours although that she-foghorn -- Celia Adams -- has been all over this tub looking for him."

"I think he's trying to avoid her," Johnny said.

From above, they could hear Celia's high-pitched voice.

A lower -- bur angrier -- voice joined in. Baker Eastland's.

"Looks like she found him," Ham offered.

They listened … made out no words … but were surprised to hear Eastland's voice more often than the girl's.

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Then the arguing ceased.

"Sounds like he came out on top," Monk opined.

The ichthyologist came below deck presently to join them.

"I think you're learning to handle your bride-to-be," Monk told him airily.

"You mean my fiancé-that-was," Eastland retorted. "I just broke the engagement."

"Too bad."

"She'll get over it."

Johnny approached the grim scientist.

"Eastland, whatever your true intentions, you are responsible for much of what has happened. Have you thought about atoning for your mistakes?"

Baker Eastland looked about the hold and its fantastic profusion of glass devices.

"I have," he said. "My Fish Frightener is a terrible weapon. But in the right hands, it could be a boon to all of Mankind. Someone who knows what he's doing can use it to herd food fish from the deep unfinished waters of the World and into to the coastal fishing grounds where they would do the most good. It could mean plenty for the starving people of the World."

"You'd like to turn your discovery over to Doc Savage? Is that correct?" Johnny prompted.

"Yes!" Baker Eastland said firmly.

"I'll go tell Doc," Monk said hastily.

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Monk Mayfair found the Bronze Man on the high afterdeck alone.

He was leaning on the rail and looking out to sea. Moonlight burnished his metallic skin. His opaque golden eye s resembled frosted glass.

The homely chemist cleared his throat.

"Eastland wants to turn the fish gadget over to you."

Doc's nod was almost imperceptible.

Monk looked at the bronze giant' s back and shuffled his big feet awkwardly.

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"Doc?"

"Yes, Monk?" The voice was remote.

"Did I do the right thing? Back when we had to leave the junk, I mean."

The Bronze Man was silent for a time, during which Monk Mayfair did not breathe.

"Yes Monk, you did the right thing."

The homely chemist let out a long sigh of relief. But he did not smile.

It was not a time of rejoicing. Not for Doc Savage.

"You really liked her, didn't you?" he asked after a pause.

When the Man of Bronze didn't reply, Monk left him to his thoughts …

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A desperate plea for help plunges Doc Savage into a maelstrom of horror aboard the HongKong-
bound liner Mandarin where the depraved minions of the phantom predator Quon hold sway.

As innocent passengers succumb to the insidious Jade Fever and ghost-green hands pursue Doc's
beautiful cousin Patricia, the mighty Man of Bronze races to solve a riddle that defies reason.

For deep in the spider-haunted ruins of faraway Cambodia broods a twisted, armless creature
with a face of jade -- the Jade Ogre -- whose power to project deadly disembodied arms to any place
on Earth makes it the most dangerous foe that Doc Savage has ever faced!

read "The Jade Ogre (187)" !

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