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

into operation.
"All right," he said into the microphone.
The voice which came out of the loud-speaker sounded not unlike a lionТs
roaring.
"Renny reporting, Doc," it said. "IТm talking from the radio apparatus in the
cab."
"What have you learned?" Doc asked.
"I installed a dictograph in MahalТs joint," Renny explained over the radio.
"Ran the wires to receivers in the basement. I was just down there listening. I
heard plenty."
"Mahal talked to someone?"
"Yep. To somebody with a squeaky voice, called Stroam. TheyТre framing up on us,
Doc."
The bronze manТs features did not alter expression at this. He was not
particularly surprised. When strange men began to dog his footsteps, it usually
meant trouble.
It was that fact which had moved him to set his men to watching Mahal. The
sinister activities of Mahal had been an omen of danger to come.
The career of Doc Savage would have ended long ago, had the bronze man not
formed a habit of keeping a jump ahead of the most wily foes.
"Keep an eye open, Doc," Renny warned, over the radio. "From what I overheard,
Mahal has sent men to get you."
"TheyТre here," Doc said into the microphone. "WeТve got them."
"Holy cow!" ejaculated Renny.

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WHAT did you hear, Renny?" Doc queried.
"A fairly complete story." Renny summarized briefly. "It seems that a man named
Ben Lane, now in the Canadian wilderness, has something which a sinister
individual, who calls himself Stroam, wants. Stroam is afraid Ben Lane will
appeal to you for help, Doc. He came to New York to prevent your aiding the man.
Mahal was hired to check up on you."
"The fellows who just attacked us here at the hangar, seem to be natives of
northern Canada," Doc stated. "That checks with what you have heard. TheyТre
StroamТs men, all right."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Bring Mahal and Stroam here."
"You bet!" RennyТs roar sounded delighted.
"Do not tackle it alone. IТll send Johnny and Long Tom to aid you."
"I can manage it alone."
"Wait for Johnny and Long Tom."
"O. K.," Renny grumbled.
Doc Savage had radio apparatus installed at numerous points. All of the sets
operated on the same wave-length. Thus it was possible to carry on conversation
with the facility of a party telephone line.
"Long TomЧJohnny!" Doc called into the microphone.
"Johnny speaking," answered a rather scholastic voice from the loud-speaker.
Doc gave the address of MahalТs establishment. "You fellows had better drop up
there and help Renny," he directed. "Are you at the office?"
"No," said "Johnny." "IТm in my car, driving up lower Broadway."