The events were bizarre. First, a millionaire industrialist vanished. Then, his workers broke out in red spots and went crazy. The Man of Bronze and his courageous crew sped to the scene of disaster to search for the perfidious plotter willing to gamble the minds and bodies of men to amass a vast fortune. Were they already too late?

This one failed to dazzle. The spotting disease was mildly ineteresting but Doc and the crew appear to be phoning it in. Doc's discovery of the mastermind is ordinary at best and having Pat along doesn't help (sorry all you Pat fans). This one will satisfy a Doc craving but you'll be hungry for more in an hour.

I agree with the above comments. This book was very dissapointing. It was better suited for the Avenger rather than the Man of Bronze.

In the right hands, this could have been a very cool story, but Bogart's rendering is flat, dull and uninspired. It's like Doc and the gang sleepwalk through the whole adventure. Reading a Doc novel this turgid only reminds you how good Dent's 1933-34 stories were. (Long sigh.)