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THROUGH a thousand feet of soft rock the big telescope in the Cragrock observatory plunged into the great, vaulted room. Its long metal body rested across one of the copper globes aboard a motionless air car.
"We have no time to attempt to follow the others," Doc Savage had cautioned. "Perhaps the globe will resist the blast."