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Doc. Turner Meets the Angel of Death by Arthur Leo Zagat is a spine-chilling tale where science meets the supernatural. Dr. Turner, a brilliant and rational physician, is confronted with the impossible when he encounters the Angel of Death—a figure who seems to hold the power to decide who lives and who dies. As Turner investigates the eerie phenomenon, he finds himself drawn into a nightmarish scenario where reality and myth intertwine. With each revelation, the stakes grow higher, and Turner must confront his deepest fears and challenge his beliefs to uncover the truth behind the Angel of Death. Will he outwit this enigmatic entity, or will his quest for answers lead to his own doom? Dive into this riveting story of suspense and supernatural intrigue.
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Doc. Turner's Death Antidote
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Doc Turner undertook to save a sick old hermit from a heart attack. Instead, he was called upon to gamble his life against a genius of destruction, in a desperate attempt to save seven million people from sudden death!
The Spider, April 1940, with "Doc Turner Meets the Angel of Death"
IN the prescription room at the rear of Andrew Turner's ancient pharmacy, a tall, tired-faced man watched the old druggist count brownish tablets into a vial. "What a fool I was to choose medicine as a profession," he yawned. "Here it is long past midnight and I've been on the go since eight this morning. Nine chances out of ten when I finally get home I'll have to trot right out again because Mrs. Obstgarten's gall bladder is acting up, or one of the O'Hare brood has come out in spots."
"Very likely." Grimy light from a fly-specked bulb glimmered in Doc Turner's silky white mane. "Look, Doctor Westfield." He screwed on the vial-top with fingers that though gnarled and acid-stained were deft. "I'm closing up now. It won't be taking me out of my way to deliver these digitalis tablets to your patient." From under their grizzled brows, his faded blue eyes glanced quizzically at the physician. "Surely you can trust me to instruct him in their use."
"Naturally. But it's one of those desolate basement rooms that rents for five dollars a month, and I've noticed some rather tough-looking characters hanging around that particular cellar late at night."
The old pharmacist's bushy grey mustache moved in a grim smile. "I'm hardly afraid of dark basements," he murmured, "and somewhat less of tough characters."
"I don't imagine you are," the physician nodded. "I've heard often enough of your locking horns with shrewd and vicious crooks, and that it was not you who came off the worse for the encounters."
"Yes," Turner shrugged. "There have been a number of such incidents." He was writing a label in tiny, copperplate characters. "There are certain criminals who think it quite safe to victimize the helpless poor of whom there are so many around here. And so," he sighed, "I have been compelled to take steps to disabuse them of that notion."