The World's Fair Goblin by Robeson Kenneth

Author:Robeson, Kenneth [Kenneth, Robeson,]
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Action, text
Published: 2010-06-01T05:00:00+00:00

A LITTLE later, the two aids learned what Lonesome had meant when he had spoken about the "pit."

The five dazed thugs were on their feet again--each was that degree of toughness that he had only been knocked out for a moment or two--and now they were in charge of Ham and the hairy-fisted chemist. Real guns taken from shoulder holsters covered Monk and Ham now.

The cut lips and swollen knobs on the heads of the five added none to their hard features. Expressions in the men's fishy eyes said that it was going to be fun rubbing out the two Doc Savage men.

Ham, trailed by Monk with Habeas held in his arms, was pushed down a flight of stairs backstage. There were numerous dressing rooms beneath the large circular stage; but Monk and the lawyer were directed away from these.

One captor said, "You guys get a special room."

The tone of the man's words caused Ham to give his partner a guarded, sidelong look.

But Monk was calmly scratching the porker's back, and looking as unconcerned as a toastmaster being escorted into another banquet room.

The route ended at a small trapdoor built into a wall. Monk had a time squeezing his broad form through the opening.

He put down Habeas, said something in a mumble to the pig and finally got his squat figure through. Ham followed with Chemistry at his heels.

Lonesome's men came in and grinned.

The place was a deep pit--an orchestra pit that was now far below the stage above. The lawyer had seen such places before.

Built along modern lines, the pit was really like a long, narrow room that could be lowered out of sight when the orchestra was not needed. All musical equipment had been removed from the orchestra pit, and now the space reminded Ham of a sleek-sided bear pit at a zoo.

It was fifteen feet up the smooth walls to the stage above, and there was not a single thing that could have been used as a foothold to climb those walls.

One gunman said, "Lie down on your backs."

Monk and Ham lay down.

Another of Lonesome's men said, "That's the right position to die in anyway!"

He backed out of the wall trap opening, which was of heavy steel, and the others backed out one at a time also. Their leader, Lonesome, had not come down here with his henchmen.

Monk heard the door slam; then some sort of heavy bolt was shot home. Though the muscular chemist could look over his head and see night sky high above, he knew that they were just as effectively trapped as though they had been in a black dungeon.

Monk grinned, "They think they got us fooled!"

Ham looked at his partner sharply, scowled. "Listen, chump, just what else would you call it?"

The lawyer had walked around the room once, inspecting the trap briefly. He figured that these orchestra pits were raised by hydraulic water pressure. When he saw something--a small round opening--at one end of the room, his face looked worried.

Ham walked back and faced Monk.

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