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

It was that of a hotel near the skyscraper which housed DocТs office. This
hostelry was the dwelling of the other three members of DocТs group of five
aids.
"Johnny?" Doc queried.
Monk and Ham traded somewhat startled expressions.
"Johnny" was William Harper Littlejohn, a geologist and archaeologist who had
few superiors in ability. In the Great War Johnny had lost the use of his left
eye.
It was to return the use of that eye that Doc had tonight performed a great
surgical operation. Some individuals wondered why Doc, with his tremendous
ability of a surgeon, had not earlier operated on that eye.
The fact was that Doc had been waiting for years in order that certain delicate
muscles and nerves might strengthen sufficiently to withstand the operation.
Ham and Monk were astounded to realize that Johnny had quit the hospital so soon
after his operation. The fact that he had, was no mean tribute to DocТs fabulous
skill.
"HowТs the eye feel, Johnny?" Doc asked.
"Great!" Johnny said.
"O.K.," Doc told him. "Go to bed. Put Long Tom or Renny on the wire."
"Listen, Doc, if thereТs some excitement afoot, I ainТt agoinТ to missЧ"
"Hit the hay!" Doc ordered. "ItТs a few daysТ rest for you, and no argument."
"Well, all right," Johnny grumbled. "HereТs Renny."
A moment later the receiver in DocТs fist seemed about to fly to pieces under
the impact of a great, roaring voice. It was as if a small lion had awakened in
the receiver.
The tremendous tone belonged to Colonel John Renwick. "Renny" was famed for two
things: He was a great engineer, and he had two incredibly huge and hard fists,
with which, he boasted, he could knock the panel out of any wooden door.
"Renny, you and Long Tom drop over by my garage and pile into one of the cars,"
Doc directed. "Then drive on up here to this shack Ham calls home."
"Something up?" Renny thundered.
"There is," Doc told him.
Doc had been speaking in a loud, distinct voice. Now, he suddenly switched to a
low tone which hardly vibrated the transmitterЧand he spoke in the
strange-sounding Mayan language.
"You men may be kidnaped on the way up," Doc said in Mayan. "Let yourselves be
snatched, and try to pump your captors. IТd like very much to know whatТs on
their minds."

DOC SAVAGE hung up the receiver. He stood beside the phone for several seconds.
The cold winter wind howled faintly outside. Occasionally there were faint,
clicking sounds against the window glass. These were made by wind-driven
snowflakes.
As if he had been waiting for a certain length of time to pass, Doc came to
life. He walked to the bedroom door, threw it open. He said nothing.
But not so Monk, who was at his elbow.
"Hey!" Monk bawled. "SheТs gone!"
The girl in gold was nowhere in evidence. The gaping corridor door advertised
her parting route.
Monk started forward, as if in pursuit.