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Christian Se thunder The chief of the Van Dorn Detective Agency’s Los Angeles field office fell dead with six bullets in his chest

Their second volley dropped both Protective Service men, who had been so startled by the raid that they were still reaching for their weapons The guns wheeled toward Tim Holian, whom they had been afraid to fire at because he was next to Clyde Lynds Holian took full advantage of the two-second respite Standing tall, pistols fla in both hands, he stalked the raiders One Bittereinder went down, and another fell back with a cry of pain Four returned Holian’s fire The big detective tumbled across the laboratory, and crashed into a table, splintering it

Clyde Lynds ran The Acrobat leaped over the fallenhirip, squeezed until Lynds groaned in pain, and glared in the frightened scientist’s eyes “I have you, Herr Lynds Do not struggle, or I will hurt you Where is the Talking Pictures machine?”

“You’re looking at it,” Lynds said sullenly

“That is the part for showing the Talking Pictures,” Se for his men to pack it down the stairs “Where is the part that manufactures it?”

He squeezed harder, crushing , Lynds led him to a camera on a tripod

“This is for pictures,” said Semmler “What captures the sound?”

Lynds nodded mutely at a carbon microphone on a tall wooden box

Se the sounds on the film?”

Clyde Lynds sagged in Se It was as if he had been watching over his shoulder Pain bored through his arm as Semmler shook him like a terrier “Where?”

“Upstairs in the lab”

Se Lynds’s flesh agonizingly against bone, he asked, “Where are your plans?”

Clyde Lynds realized with a sinking heart that, having been outfoxed in the past, the Gerasped, indicating a satchel full of drawings and scheht, but he soon realized he rong

“Let’s go!” Se that had appeared so suddenly in the wall