Mister SantiniThe man with the gun was the freckled, loose–lipped taxi driver who had helped Leaking kidnap Doc Savage. The automatic in his cigarette–browned fingers was a large one.
Behind the driver strolled half a dozen other men. They were tough looking after the modern style, too fancy of dress, with a sleek, unnatural manner about them, the manner of men long accustomed to acting either very bad or very innocent. All held weapons.
"Got rid of the hack and was comin' back here with the boys," growled the driver. "We saw some funny stuff downstairs—a guy layin' on the sidewalk. That tipped us off to come up here with our rods ready."
"Watch that Savage!" snarled Hallet from the floor.
"He's covered!" the driver snorted; then, much louder: "Get back! Get back!"
Doc Savage was adva
