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Title: Caves of Terror

Author: Talbot Mundy

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CAVES OF TERROR

by

TALBOT MUNDY

Garden City New York
Garden City Publishing Co., Inc
1924

Copyright, 1924, by
Doubleday, Page & Company
All Rights Reserved
Copyright, 1922, by Talbot Mundy, and the Ridgway Company
Printed in the United States
at the Country Life Press, Garden City, N. Y.

CONTENTS

I. The Gray Mahatma

II. The Palace of Yasmini

III. Fear is Death

IV. The Pool of Terrors

V. Far Cities

VI. The Fire Bathers

VII. Magic

VIII. The River of Death

IX. The Earthquake Elephant

X. A Date With Doom

XI. "Kill! Kill!"

XII. The Cave of Bones

CAVES OF TERROR

CHAPTER I

THE GRAY MAHATMA

Meldrum Strange has "a way" with him. You need all your tact to get him
past the quarreling point; but once that point is left behind there
isn't a finer business boss in the universe. He likes to put his ringer
on a desk-bell and feel somebody jump in Tibet or Wei-hei-wei or
Honolulu. That's Meldrum Strange.

When he sent me from San Francisco, where I was enjoying a vacation, to
New York, where he was enjoying business, I took the first train.

"You've been a long time on the way," he remarked, as I walked into his
office twenty minutes after the Chicago flyer reached Grand Central
Station. "Look at this!" he growled, shoving into my hand a clipping
from a Western newspaper.