Doc Monk Bend Barrel

Monk stopped sharply. His monster hand whipped back. It grasped the knot which the weasel man's claw made in his coat pocket. Monk twisted. The weasel man's coat tore half off. Skin was crushed from his hand. And Monk got the long-barreled revolver which the fellow had been holding in the pocket.

The foppish man staggered into a deserted entryway, propelled by a hirsute paw. Monk crowded against him and held him there.

Both Monk's great hands gripped the revolver barrel. They exerted terrific force. Slowly, the barrel bent until it was like a hairpin.

Monk gave the weasel man back his gun.

"Now you can shoot!" he rumbled pleasantly. "Maybe the bullet will turn around and hit the guy it oughta hit!"

Monk was something of a practical jokester.

- The Land of Terror (1933) Chapter 7