"You will write a note to your friend and chief, Doc Savage. The note will tell him to meet you at a certain spot."
Monk snorted. "You want me to lead Doc into your trap, eh? Nothin stirrin!"
"You refuse?"
"You guessed it!"
There ensued a brief silence. Kar was thinking.
"Give me the addresses of the men you call Renny, Long Tom, Johnny, and Ham!" he commanded. "I learned from a chemical supply firm where you lived. That is how my men came to be waiting for you to appear. But I could not find where the other four of your friends reside. You will give me that information!"
"Sure," Monk growled. "Just watch me do it!"
Then his pug nose wrinkled as he thought deeply. He asked a question: "How did you know our names? How did you find Renny, Long Tom, Johnny, Ham, and I always join Doc Savage when he tackles trouble?"
Kars voice rattled an ugly laugh.
"The information was simple to obtain!"
"Ill bet it was!" Monk snorted. "Not many people know we work together!"
"I already knew that Doc Savage has his New York headquarters on the eighty-sixth floor of a skyscraper," Kar rasped. "I simply sent one of my men to strike up a conversation with the elevator operators of that skyscraper. My man learned you five men were often with Doc Savage. He wormed your nicknames from the elevator operators."
"Whats behind all this?" Monk questioned.
Monk did not, of course, know anything about Kars sinister purpose. He did not even know of the existence of the weird and horrible Smoke of Eternity.
"Doc Savage has interfered with my plans!" Kar gritted. "He must die! You five who are his friends would try to avenge his death. So you also must die!"
"You dont know what youre tryin to do!" Monk declared.
"I do!"
"Oh, no, you dont! Youd be runnin like hell if you knew what a terror Doc Savage is when he gets on the trail of a snake like you!"
This drew a loud snarl from Kar. "I do not fear Doc Savage!"
"Which shows you aint got good sense!" Monk chuckled.
"Put him in the death chamber!" Kar commanded angrily.
The telephone was plucked from Monks furry hands. He was hauled aft.
Evidently Kar was enough of a judge of character to realize he could never force Monk to lead Doc Savage into a death trap. So he was going to get rid of Monk immediately.
ONE of the men twisted metal dogs which secured a hatch-like steel panel in a wall of the submerged tank. This swung back. It revealed a box riveted to the hull. The box had the dimensions of a large trunk. It barely accommodated Monks bulk as he was jammed inside.
At the end of the box was another steel hatch. But this was obviously secured tightly on the outside.
A small petcock protruded from the box ceiling. One of Kars men opened this with a key. He fitted a grille over it.
A thin stream of water entered.
The hatch into the tanklike craft clanked shut. The dogs rattled loudly as they were secured.
Monk flounced about, wrenching at his manacles. He could not snap them with all his prodigous effort.
He tried to stop the inrush of water through the petcock. He failed. The petcock construction was such that he could not block it, due to the grille covering.
The water had risen above his ankles by now. The clammy wetness was like the creep of death.
Monk beat the steel plates of the outer hatch with his shackled legs. They held. Nothing less than nitroglycerin could shatter them.
Steadily, the water crawled upward. The minutes were passing with agonizing speed for Monk. He perspired. His brain raced. He could evolve no possible scheme of escape.
The river water now covered his mouth. He had his head rammed tightly against the roof plates. It could go no higher. Over his upper lip, the deadly liquid sloshed.
After the fashion of a diver, Monk determined to take a couple of quick inhalations, then draw in a lungful of air. He was going to hang on as long as he could.
But with the first indraw of air, water was sucked into his lungs.
Gagging, choking, he sank helplessly to the bottom plates.
Monk was drowning! There was nothing he could do to save himself; no way to inform Doc to get aid.
However, while Monk had been taken captive, during the time required for the trip up the river, Doc Savage was not idle. Monks failure to appear was evidence that something was wrong and Doc never let anything stay wrong for long!
Chapter 8. THE TRAIL
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IM afraid, brothers, that Kar has got his hands on Monk," Doc Savage said slowly.
"Nothing less could have kept the big ape from showing up here," agreed Ham, the waspish, quick-thinking lawyer. He made an angry, baffled gesture with his innocent-looking black swordcane.
Below the eighty-sixth floor window of the skyscraper office, the inspiring panorama of New York City spread. They were beautiful, impressive things, those gigantic, gleaming spires of office buildings. From that height, automobiles on the street looked like little, sluggish bugs moving along.
Doc lifted a bronze hand. He got instant attention. Ham, Renny, Long Tom, and Johnny knew this signal meant Doc was about to start his campaign of action.
To Long Tom, the electrical wizard, came the first commands.
Doc gave Long Tom the address of that tenth house in a row of dwellings that were all alike. He told the exact secret wall recess.
"I want you to trace that phone wire," Doc explained. "It was not installed by the regular telephone company. Kar must have put it in himself. It leads to some secret lair of Kars. I want you to follow it to that lair."
"Sure," said Long Tom. "Ill use a "
"I know what youll use," Doc interposed. "The apparatus is right here in my laboratory. You can find it!"
Long Tom hurried into the great laboratory room. He selected two boxes. They were replete with vacuum tubes, dials and intricate coils. They might have been radio sets, because one was equipped with head phones. But they werent.
One box held an apparatus which created a high-frequency electric current. When this current was placed upon a telephone wire, it would make no sound audible to the human ear. But it would throw an electrical field about the wire. This field extended a considerable distance.
The other box was an "ear" for detecting this field. Using it, Long Tom could walk about with the head phones upon his head. The phones would give a loud squeal when he brought the "ear" within proximity of the wire charged with his peculiar current.
The wire might be buried yards underground, but the "ear" would detect its presence anyway. Nor would brick walls interfere with the sensitive detector.
Long Tom hurried out with his equipment. He took a taxi for the tenth house in the row of similar houses uptown.
"NEXT, Johnny!" Doc addressed the tall, emaciated geologist and archaeologist. "There is an island in the South Seas, some distance from New Zealand. It is known as Thunder Island."
Johnny nodded. He took off the glasses he wore and fiddled with them excitedly. These glasses were peculiar in that the left lens was extremely thick. This left lens was in reality a powerful magnifying glass which Johnny carried there for convenience. Johnnys left eye was virtually useless since an injury he had received in the World War.
"Go to the largest college of geology in New York City," Doc directed Johnny. "You will find there a collection of rock specimens from Thunder Island. They were turned over to the institution by Jerome Coffern, after an expedition he recently made to Thunder Island. I want those specimens."
"Mind telling me why you want them?" Johnny inquired.
"Of course not!"
In a few quick sentences, Doc Savage told of the existence of the horrible stuff called Smoke of Eternity.
"I am not sure what the Smoke of Eternity is," Doc explained. "But I have an idea what it could be. When the substance dissolves anything, there is a weird electrical display. This leads me to believe it operates through the disintegration of atoms. In other words, the dissolving is simply a disruption of the atomic structure."