The man lowered his black case. His inner pocket disgorged compact, powerful binoculars.
On the lowermost floor of a skyscraper many blocks distant, the crimson-fingered man focused his glasses. He started counting stories upward.
The building was one of the tallest in New York. A gleaming spike of steel and brick, it rammed upward nearly a hundred stories.
At the eighty-sixth floor, the sinister man ceased to count. His glasses moved right and left until they found a lighted window. This was at the west corner of the building.
Only slightly blurred by the rain, the powerful binoculars disclosed what was in the room.
The broad, polished top of a massive and exquisitely inlaid table stood directly before the window.
Beyond it was the bronze figure!
- The Man of Bronze (1933) Chapter 1
Doc fell suddenly silent. As rigid as if he were the bard bronze he so resembled, he poised against the girder. His glittering golden eyes seemed to grow luminous in the darkness.
"What is it, Doc?" asked Renny.
"Some one just struck a match--up there in the room where we were shot at!" He interrupted himself with an explosive sound. "There! He's lighted another!"
Doc instantly whipped the binoculars--he had brought them along from the office--from his pocket. He aimed them at the window.
He got but a fragmentary glimpse. The match was about burned out. Only the tips of the prowler's fingers were clearly lighted.
"His fingers--the ends are red!" Doc voiced what he had seen.
- The Man of Bronze (1933) Chapter 3
