The Man of a Thousand Faces battling crime!
The Hooded Hordes
The shadow of defeat hung darkly from coast to coast. With boiling lead that stilled men's tongues, and bombs that mangled human bodies, The Hooded Hordes threatened America. Their spies were everywhere. Their power was growing daily. And against this dread secret society went the Man of a Thousand Faces, gambling with defeat and horror at every step he took.
Servants of the Skull
Invincible, this unholy crew of death-dealing robots held full sway over a panic-stricken city. Only Secret Agent "X" dared meet the challenge of these inhuman fiends and their master, The Murder Monster, whose pointed finger turned men and women into pyres of flaming agony.
Order From the Dead by G. T. Fleming-RobertsMuseum Sinister by Emile C. TeppermanSilenced Partner by Jordan Cole
7x10128 pagesISBN: 1-59798-223-7
In ten days there were ten murders. Bestial terror talons ripped the heart and soul from a city, and in the funeral wake of these awesome claws lay the dried, bloodless husks of a what once were men. Alone, bucking this mad march to the grave, went Secret Agent "X" along a trail that carried him up a corpse-runged ladder.
The Corpse Cavalcade
Kingdom of Blue Corpsesby Brant House
The Man of a Thousand Faces is forced to adopt a strange disguise—the face is a livid blue corpse. And this pits him against a ruthless, vicious criminal who leaves a weird wake of blue death. men die in a horror halo of preternatural light—and the infamous BLue Spark checks of another name from his lethal ledger . . . Secret Agent "X" is snared in a treachery tangle of the law and the lawless—and walks straight into the trap of Insepctor John Burks.
A music master was the Emperor Zero—master of murder music. For his pupils danced a mad rhythm into the grave. Young people they were, but as they danced they aged—years in seconds. Mummies they became—in silks and satins, and modern dinner coats....Secret Agent X hurled his crime-crushing organizations against the Emperor Zero. But Agent X found himself enmeshed in the hilarious dance to hell.
Subterranean Scourge
SUBTERRANEAN SCOURGE by Brant HouseFrom the very air itself came that strange and ghastly death. It seemed to be everywhere, wearing a weird pattern of terror. Barricaded doors could not keep it out. The brains and bullets of the law could not combat it. Only one man fought to trace it to its horror home. And that man was Secret Agent X. But Agent X was checkmated by the one he loved best.
City of Madness
Death's Frozen Formula