"004 (B004) - The Polar Treasure (1933-06) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

The bronze man presented a startling figure. He did not look like a giant - until it was noticed that some fairly husky men near him seemed puny, pale specimens in comparison. The big bronze man was so well put together that the impression was not of size, but of power. The bulk of his mighty form was forgotten in the smooth symmetry of a build incredibly powerful. His dress was quiet, immaculate, but expensive.



The bronze of this remarkable man's hair was a little darker than the bronze of his features. The hair was straight, and lay down smoothly now.



Most striking of all were the eyes. They glittered like pools of flake gold as backstage lights played on them. They seemed to exert a hypnotic influence, a quality that would make the most rash individual hesitate.



So pronounced was the strange power of those golden eyes that the flat-chested man shivered and looked away. Chill perspiration oozed out of his sallow skin. He glanced back uneasily, saw the weird golden eyes still upon him, and felt an overpowering impulse to run and hide in the darkest dive of the vast city.



He was very glad to get into the outer darkness.





"WHERE IS Ben O'Gard?" Victor Vail asked eagerly.



"Aw, hold yer ponies!" snarled the flat-chested fellow. "I'm leadin' yer to 'im, ain't I?"



He was suddenly very worried - about the bronze man. The strange golden eyes seemed still boring into his back. He turned his head to make sure this wasn't so.



He wondered who the bronze giant was. He couldn't be a detective - no dick could ever wear dress clothes as immaculately as this astounding man had worn them.



"Gosh!" whimpered the rat. "Just lookin' at dem gold glims made me feel like I'd been kicked in de belt. What's de matter wit' me, anyhow?"



He didn't know it, but he wasn't the first man who had quailed before those weird golden eyes.



"Is it far to where Ben O'Gard waits?" Victor Vail inquired anxiously.