"008 (B018) - The Sargasso Ogre (1933-10) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

Long Tom frowned thoughtfully at the cowering Homar.



"I wonder what he can tell us?"



Homar shivered and whined: "Ma atka!limsh el loghah el In ge liz."'



He had stated in Egyptian that he did not speak English.



"You are lying!" Doc said ominously. "Otherwise, how did you know we were wondering what you could tell us?"



"Wallah!" Homar gasped, then added in fair English: "I know nothing! I am an innocent man, who has always been good to his mother."



Long Tom snorted loudly.





DOC SAVAGE now began ominous preparations. He selected from Long Tom's collection the knife which had the brightest blade. He polished this on his sleeve; then advanced.



Homar screamed, shrank back, and dashed his fists madly at Doc. But he was swiftly pinned and held helpless. He found the gleaming knife blade suspended before his eyes.



"Keep your light on the blade," Doc directed Long Tom.



Before Homar's distended orbs, the length of steel became a glittering sliver. It twirled slowly, monotonously. Homar's eyes held it in a sort of fixed terror. He thought, no doubt, that the blade would at any instant plunge into his heart. He did not dream what Doc was actually doing.



Except for Homar's breathing, silence enwrapped the awesome catacomb interior. Seconds trickled away and became minutes. The knife spun interminably, fluttering white-hot in the flash glare.