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OUTSIDE THE SNOW WAS FALLING, THICKLY IN GREAT WET flakes, so that the sound of the traffic on Park Avenue coming through the drawn curtains was muted and distant Mrs. Parkington, seated before her mirror with a half-pint of champagne by her side, thought how nice it was to have a Christmas this...

CHAPTER ONE Victor Mace, the Kung Fu Monk-Master, was trapped! The one-story warehouse, filled with boxes and crates belonging to Bogue's Oriental Imports, had been dark except for small lights spaced every twenty-five feet or so along the watchman's route. The watchman had not been a problem,...

Chapter OneSlowly, painfully, Dov Abrams crawled over the sharp rocks lining the bottom of the winding gully at the base of Mt. Hermon, or as the Syrians called it, Jesh Sheikh. A twisting ditch that was only four feet deep and wouldn't have presented much of a barrier to the stone bunker sitting...