"Doc Savage Adventure 1934-11 Death in Silver" - читать интересную книгу автора (Doc Savage Collection)

"It was a high-explosive three-inch shell," Doc said.

"Good night!" the lieutenant exploded. "You don't mean a cannon ball?"

"You might call it that," Doc assured him. "Except that this was a very modern demolition shell from a three-inch artillery piece."

"But where was it fired from?" yelled the officer.


THERE was an interruption while a sergeant came in with a report that the armored truck had been found. A radio car bad come upon the truck, abandoned on the water front of the East River.

No trace of the sinister men in silver garments had been found in the vicinity of the truck. Nor were there finger prints. No one could be found who had seen the truck being abandoned.

"Finding it doesn't help us a bit," the police lieutenant groaned.

"I would not say that," Doc told him.

"Yes?" the other queried. "But how is this going to help?"

"According to the newspapers, the men in silver robbed another armored truck earlier in the day and took a quarter of a million dollars in cash," Doc pointed out.

"Of course."

"Police followed them," Doc reminded.

"Yes, and lost them - " The officer did not finish, but swore and snapped his fingers violently.

"Exactly," Doc said. "The police lost trace of them around the water front of the East River - in the same vicinity in which this armored truck was found, to be exact."

The lieutenant shouted, "I'll have every square inch of that area combed!"

"Do it unobtrusively," Doc requested.

"Of course," the officer agreed. "We will use plain-clothes officers, and put a flock of stool pigeons to work. We've got a swell lot of stool pigeons. They're in nearly every crook hangout in the city. You'd be surprised what they can turn up."

"Do you wager?" Doc asked.

"Bet? Sure - on sure things."

"Want to bet me that your stool pigeons won't turn up a thing?" the bronze man asked.

"What makes you think they won't?" the cop demanded. "These are not ordinary crooks," Doc told him. "And I doubt very much if robberies, such as the armored truck holdup this afternoon, are the real motive behind the organization of men who use the silver disguises."

The police lieutenant considered, then said, "I'll bet you fifty that the stool pigeons turn up something."

"The winner to contribute the fifty to the police Death Benefit Fund," Doc said.

"Sure."