"012 (B043) - The Man Who Shook The Earth (1934-02) - Lester Dent (b)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)much doubt that the fellow was dead. His head was nearly severed from his body.
Chapter VI. THE MAN WHO COULDNТT TALK MEN less trained than DocТs aids would have become excited at the discovery of the manТs body, and dashed forward. Such action might have destroyed clews left by the murderer. DocТs men came to a stop where they were. Doc himself did not advance immediately. His keen eyes appraised the scene. "Notice the door lock," he suggested. "Yep," said Monk. "ItТs torn out. The door was forced by somebody." "It was forced by the man dead on the floor," Doc said. The others showed surprise. They could see nothing to indicate that the slain man had opened the door. "How come?" Monk asked. "Notice that the dead man wears a yellowish overcoat. The coat is wet from melted snow. Now, about shoulder-high on the door, you can see faint yellowish marks. These are stains of dye squeezed from the coat as the man shoved hard against the door." The other four eyed the door. Now that they knew what to look for, they could see the vague stains. Doc Savage stepped into the room. Near the murdered man, he discerned two objects. He picked these things up, inspected them. One was a large screw driver. It had the type of handle preferred by electriciansЧof black insulating compound. In the proper hands, this could become a really vicious stabbing weapon. On the handle was a stamped name: S.S. JUNIO to have been sealed, and was creased as if it had been carried in a coat pocket. Rapidly, Doc searched the slain man. He found the usual stuff men carry in their pocketsЧcoins, bill fold, cigarettes, matches. Only the bill fold yielded information of value. In it was an identification card. The name on this read: S. E. COILS " WeТve heard that name once before tonight," Doc said slowly. "Sure," said Monk. "ThatТs the name of the radio operator on the steamer Junio Ч the fellow who disappeared right after the ship docked." Doc Savage finished his inspection with a scrutiny of the slain manТs vest pockets. One contained a bit of paper. Names and numbers which it bore proved it had been torn from the page of a telephone directory. Written in pencil on the fragment of paper was the address of DocТs office laboratory. "He seems to have looked up my address here in town," Doc announced. The bronze man fingered the radiogram envelope. "He evidently carried something which he had in this envelope. Whoever killed him took it." "This John Acre was supposed to have sent you radiograms, Doc," said Monk. "Do you reckon maybe this radio operator didnТt send them?" "That would explain our not getting them," Doc replied. "But why should he hold them up? And why should he come here to the office with them? Was he slain to get them?" "And who killed him?" Ham finished the mystery, giving his sword cane a flourish. |
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