The deck was covered with panic-stricken folk who had come in awful terror to watch. And all were slaves to The Master.
Murder Madness
CONCLUSION OF A FOUR-PART NOVEL
By Murray Leinster
CHAPTER XV
he door of the car swung wide, and Ortiz's pale grim face peered in behind the blue steel barrel of his automatic. He smiled queerly as Jamison, with a grunt of relief, tapped Bell's wrist in sign to put away his weapon.
Bell has fought through tremendous obstacles to find and kill The Master, whose diabolical poison makes murder-mad snakes of the hands; and, as he faces the monster at last—his own hands start to writhe!
"Ah, very well," said Ortiz, with the same queer smile upon his face. "One moment."
He disappeared. On the instant there was the thunderous crashing of a weapon. Bell started up, but Jamison thrust him back. Then Ortiz appeared again with smoke still trickling from the barrel of his pistol.