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THE immense hinged door of the cylinder started downward.
The hard muzzle of a gun still prodded the ribs of Doc Savage. The head of the big bronze giant rolled on one shoulder, as if he were very ill. His flaky gold eyes of ice turned upon this man close to him. The gunman snarled in his face.