"015 (B069) - The Mystery on the Snow (1934-05) - Lester Dent (b)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

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"Mahal went to a newspaper clipping agency," Ham continued. "He got an envelope
of clippings. I managed to lift it from his pocket, inspect them, then return
them. All of the items were about you, Doc."
"This is the fifth day he has been snooping around," said Doc Savage.
Had he heard these words, Mahal would have been shocked. He had been
investigating Doc Savage for exactly five daysЧthinking all the while that his
doings were unobserved.
MahalТs mistake was one made by other men in the past. He had underestimated Doc
SavageТs ability and power of observation. Little escaped his weirdly golden
eyes.
Mahal had not been shadowing Doc Savage an hour, before the bronze man was aware
of it.
"Any idea why Mahal is securing information about us?" queried Doc.
"No," Ham replied. "ItТs probably for no good reason, though. I investigated
this Mahal. HeТs a shady character, a fake mystic. You know the kind of a racket
they pull. They get hold of some sap and persuade him to make an offering to the
spirits to bring good luck. The fake mystics pocket the offerings."
"Renny is still on his trail?" Doc questioned.
Ham nodded. "He sure is. Mahal got in a taxi that Renny was driving. I got a
glimpse of RennyТs big hands as the machine pulled away from the clipping
agency."
Doc Savage had not seemed to be watching the captives during this conversation.
That he had been scrutinizing them, however, was evident from his next words.
"These fellows are connected with this Mahal affair," he said.
Ham was puzzled. "How do you figure that?"
"They looked uneasy when his name was mentioned," Doc replied.

DOC SAVAGE had many enemies. By the very nature of the strange purpose to which
he had dedicated his life, it could not be otherwise. Any individual outside the
law, in the remotest corners of the world, was a potential foe. For Doc Savage
traveled to the ends of the earth in his work of punishing evildoers, righting
wrongs, and helping those in trouble.
Doc Savage had five associatesЧfive men who aided him in his work. Each of these
was a master of some profession. Monk, the homely chemist, was one; Ham,
probably the most astute lawyer Harvard had ever turned out, was another.
"Renny," the man with the enormous fists, was one of the five. Renny was an
engineer whose name was known in many lands.
Love of adventure bound these men to Doc SavageЧthat and an admiration for the
bronze manТs abilities which never ceased to grow.
Monk indicated the prisoners. "WhatТll we do with these beauties?"
"Make them talk," Doc replied.
There was something about the bronze manТs wordsЧperhaps it was the absolute
absence of any emphasisЧwhich sent a shiver over the little group in the corner.
The huge tri-motored speed plane stood well back in the warehouse hangar. From
its cabin a shrill, whining note came.
Doc Savage glided to the plane. There was a leonine ease, a flashing speed in
his movements.
The speed shipТs cabin held many instruments. The whining note was coming from a
radio receiver. Doc clicked switches which set a radio telephone transmitter