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

"Holy cow!" he breathed.
The big-fisted engineer managed to produce a tiny pocket flashlight, still
maintaining a grip on his captive. The flash protruded a rod of white luminance.
This raked up and down the prisoner.
Renny had snared a girl!

SHE was a pint-sized edition of femininity. In the huge engineerТs clutch, she
was almost birdlike. Indeed, she seemed so small that he hastily released her,
fearing his monster hands would do injury.
In his perturbation, Renny removed his palm from her lips. Surprisingly enough,
she did not cry out.
Renny planted the flashbeam on her face. His jaw sagged. The girlТs rose-petal
lips, her smoky eyes, her entrancingly dark hair, left nothing to be desired.
She was a knockout.
"Holy cow!" Renny breathed again.
The girl promptly hit him in the eye with a small fist. The blow gave Renny
another considerable shockЧshe was unexpectedly strong. It was as if he had been
hit with a hammer.
Renny dropped his flashЧand the girl darted away, with the speed of a scared
rabbit. Renny lunged, flung out a huge hand and recaptured her.
"You big hooligan!" she hissed, and tried to pummel him again.
Evading her blows, Renny weaved and ducked in a fashion a trained boxer would
have envied. He trapped her tiny fists in his huge ones.
Thought creases came into his sombre brow. The girlТs voice was pitched rather
high. The tones would have to be altered very little to resemble the squeaky
voice of Stroam, as it had come over the dictograph.
"YouТre Stroam," Renny voiced a half-formed suspicion.
The small, dark-eyed girl stopped struggling suddenly.
"What, mТsieuТ?"
"Your voiceЧyou are Stroam."
"You are crazy!" cried the girl.
"I heard the voice which spoke to Mahal," Renny insisted stubbornly. "It sounded
mighty like yours."
The girl was silent. Renny picked up his flashlight and put its beam on her
face. He saw then that she seemed vastly puzzled.
"Do you mean to tell me you were eavesdropping on the conversation of Stroam and
Mahal?" she asked.
"You said it."
"
CТest trop fort!" she ejaculated. "It is too bad!"
Renny eyed her unwinkingly. The exclamation and its accent had marked her as
being a French Canadian.
"Yeah," Renny agreed. "ItТs too bad you got caught."
"My name is Midnat DТAvis," the girl said rapidly. "I, too, was eavesdropping on
that conversation."
A harsh voice, coming from the darkness to their left, rasped, "Sacre! It is
good of you tell us zat!"

RENNY, in his associations with Doc Savage, had walked much in the shadow of
danger. This had made him wary. Rarely was he caught napping.