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DOC SAVAGE closed the walls insulating his motors. His flaky gold eyes stirred in little whirlpools. Though he was alone, an eerie, exotic trilling filled the space of the amphibian cabin. It did not seem to emanate from the bronze man's lips. His mouth was unusually set in one firm line.
The trilling had no especial harmony. It was like the whistling of a low wind through the deep passages of some cavern.