"001 (B001) - The Man of Bronze (1933-03) - Lester Dent.palmdoc.pdb" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

lenses, a quality that would cause the most rash individual to hesitate.



The man with the scarlet-tipped fingers shuddered.



"Death!" he croaked, as if seeking to overcome the unnerving quality of those strange, golden eyes. "The Son of the Feathered Serpent has commanded. It shall be death!"



He opened the black box. Faint metallic clickings sounded as he fitted together parts of the thing it held. After that, he ran his fingers lovingly over the object.



"The tool of the Son of the Feathered Serpent!" he chortled. "It shall deliver death!"



Once more, he pressed the binoculars to his eyes and focused them on the amazing bronze statue.



The bronze masterpiece opened its mouth, yawned - for it was no statue, but a living man!





The bronze man showed wide, very strong-looking teeth, in yawning. Seated there by the immense desk, he did not seem to be a large man. An onlooker would have doubted his six feet height - and would have been astounded to learn he weighed every ounce of two hundred pounds.



The big bronze man was so well put together that the impression was not of size, but of power. The bulk of his great body was forgotten in the smooth symmetry of a build incredibly powerful.



This man was Clark Savage, Jr.



Doc Savage! The man whose name was becoming a byword in the odd corners of the world!



Apparently no sound had entered the room. But the big bronze man left his chair. He went to the door. The hand he opened the door with was long-fingered. supple. Yet its enormous tendons were like cables under a thin film of bronze lacquer.