"012 (B043) - The Man Who Shook The Earth (1934-02) - Lester Dent (b)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

harmless. Doc and his two friends had simply held their breaths during the time
the stuff was dangerous.
Doc had spoken in the Mayan language, to give warning of what he intended to do.
It was an ancient dialect of the Mayans. No more than a dozen men in the
so-called civilized world understood it. Doc and his five friends spoke it
fluently.
Back of their knowledge of the ancient Mayan tongue was a fantastic story. It
was a tale which in itself explained something that was a mystery to the rest of
the worldЧthe source of Doc SavageТs seemingly limitless wealth.
It was common knowledge that Doc spent millions. He built great hospitals. He
financed industrial concerns, in order that they would not close down and throw
their employees out of work. He had countless expensive philanthropies.
The fabulous gold hoard of a lost Mayan race in a remote mountain valley in
Central America was DocТs source of wealth. The Mayans, pure descendants of the
ancients, had been lost to the world for centuries. In the valley was a great
cavern, which held an almost limitless supply of gold, much of it as yet
unmined.
To pay a debt of gratitude, the Mayans were furnishing this gold to DocЧbut only
on the condition that he should use it to do good in the world.
On each seventh day, should Doc be short of money, he had but to go to a
powerful radio station at high noon, tune into a certain wave-length, and
broadcast a few words in the Mayan dialect.
His message was picked up in the lost valleyЧon a radio set which Doc himself
had left there. Several days later, a burro train invariably arrived at the
capital of the mountainous Central American republic. Seldom were these caravans
laden with less than four or five million in bullion.
"A young lady who met her match," Monk chuckled, eyeing the sleeping girl in
gold. "ItТll take an hour or so to wake up, wonТt it, Doc?"
Doc did not answer. Instead he drew a flat metal case from his pocket. He
extracted two small vials. The contents of these Doc poured down the sleeping
girlТs throat.
Scooping her up, he carried her into the bedroom.

HAMТS expensive suite in the Midas Club occupied half a dozen rooms. Some of
these had private entrances on the corridor. It was to one of the latter that
Doc carried the girl. He placed her on the bed.
Moving swiftly, Doc went to the hallway door.
Monk and Ham, watching him, thought he had tested to see if the door were
locked.
Doc came forward quickly, grasped his two friends by the arms, and guided them
into an adjoining room. Monk was plainly reluctant to lose sight of the
entrancingly pretty girl in gold.
"SheТs my idea of a lalapaloosa," he said. "Brothers, she sure is pretty!" He
leered at Ham. "She can spot a gigolo, too."
Ham gritted his teeth, gripped his sword cane. The young womanТs crack about his
being a gigolo had hurt.
"Quiet, you fellows!" Doc directed.
The bronze man went to the telephone, picked it up, and gave a number. Ham and
Monk knew instantly who was being called. They were very familiar with this
number.