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- DOC SAVAGE saw the metal capsule vanish. He wrenched at the hand of his victim. The pistol the man held was squeezed from the clawlike fist. The fellow had desperate nerve of a sort, now that he was in deadly terror of death. He seized the weapon with his other talon. He jammed the muzzle against Doc's side.
- The life of a less agile man than Doc would have come to an end there. But Doc's bronze hand flashed up. It grasped the man's face. It twisted. There was a dull crack and the murderer fell to the walk. A broken neck had ended his career.
- - The Land of Terror (1933) Chapter 3
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