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The author of "The Bat-Men of Thorium" paints in this story a vivid picture of an invasion from the sea and the jungles that threatens to wipe out civilization, enslave the human race, and re-establish the supremacy of the wilderness.

A tale of strange madness, of weird rites and human sacrifice, of fantastic and thrilling horror, of a world-wide and sinister conspiracy, and finally, in wave on wave of frightful menace, the concerted uprising of the whole animal kingdom against their master, Man. This utterly strange and fascinating story vtill be printed complete in the

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question. From the darkness above there came a faint, irregular clicking noise.

With a whispered order for her to remain where she was, Terry kicked off his shoes and crept up the remaining stairs to where an oblong of gray among the velvety blackness told of an open door. Terry pocketed his torch and peered cautiously in.

It was a large, circular room, filled with strange machines and chemical apparatus. A shaded lamp burnt at the farther end, its pool of light falling like a halo on the high, bald head of Professor Merrivale as he sat working at a small typewriter.

Warily, his stocking feet making no sound, Terry approached the crouching figure and looked over its shoulder, reading the words that were forming beneath the clicking keys. And what he saw caused a gasp of amazement to escape his lips.

Like a flash the professor spun round and leapt toward him, his skinny hands fastening upon his throat.

"So, you sneaking spy, I've got you!" the old man hissed.

Terry, without apparent effort, released himself and stepped back a pace. The light glinted along a revolver barrel as he raised his hand level with the other's breast.

"And I've got you—at last—Autocrat of the World! Up with 'em—lively!"

Hard on his words there came a flash of violet fire leaping across the room, blinding, dazing in its intensity. Terry staggered, and the wreapon was wrenched from his grasp as though by the hand of an invisible giant.