Doc Savage stood feet apart, one hand in the air.

Doc Savage was more dangerous to us than any ordinary army would be.

In a few minutes he no longer looked like Doc Savage.

Doc Savage was good, no question about that; but he couldn't be in two places at once.

Doc Savage's body still hung, suspended against the wall of living fire.

"Doc Savage wants us to come to the hotel right away, and bring the papers."

Doc Savage and the young woman walked out on the street.

Doc Savage up to this point had shown no special excitement.

Doc Savage was in a little niche at the end of the hall.

Doc Savage was the product of an intensive training since childhood.