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

The captives were loaded into the cars, and these, in turn, rolled out into
traffic. Thanks to the curtains, no pedestrians noticed the four figures huddled
on the floorboards.
Stroam, the mysterious one, and Mahal, were the only ones left behind, and they
soon departed on some errand of shady portent.

Chapter VI. BEN LANE, MYSTERY MAN
IN the warehouse hangar on the Hudson River, Doc Savage moved away from the
radio equipment in the big speed plane.
There had been nothing in RennyТs words to warn the bronze man of trouble. The
giant man of metal was a man of many capabilities, but he was no clairvoyant.
Nor did he have any nebulous sixth sense. Doc had no way of knowing that Renny,
Long Tom and Johnny were in deadly peril.
The prisoners still huddled in a corner of a hangar. They were a dispirited
crew.
Monk and Ham guarded them. It was a simple task. Monk rocked on his heels and
eyed his new shoes.
"I feel all dressed up," he said.
"YouТd look all dressed up with nothing on at all," Ham offered waspishly. "All
dressed up for the zoo! Mother Nature sure gave you a fur coat."
Ham was still smarting because Monk had derided his white whisker disguise.
Monk ignored the insult. "I notice you are wearing a new pair of kicks, too," he
said.
"DocТs suggestion," Ham said shortly.
"Sure. I know. He gave me mine."
"I wish somebodyТd give you poison," Ham said unkindly.
They interrupted their squabble to eye Doc Savage, as he approached.
"That was Renny on the radio?" Monk queried.
Doc nodded. "It was. He said they had made their capture."
"Then theyТre safe."
"So he said."
The dapper Ham jabbed his sword cane in the direction of the prisoners. "How are
you gonna make them talk?" he asked.
Instead of replying, Doc Savage studied the overalled men intently. His strange,
flake-gold eyes rested on each with a rocklike immobility.
Monk and Ham looked on. They had often seen the bronze man do uncanny things
with his eyes. Hence, while what now happened was not unexpected to them, it was
highly interesting. DocТs unusual ability never failed to fascinate them.
At first, the captives returned DocТs gaze truculently. They sneered. Then the
fearsome quality of the golden eyes began taking effect.
The sneers faded from uneasy lips. Hands began making nervous gestures. One man
tried to look away. He glared at the ceiling, glowered at the floor, but his
gaze returned to DocТs flake-gold orbs as if by magnetic attraction.
"Where are you fellows from?" Doc questioned. His voice held power, a quality
which compelled an answer.
"From ze Canada snow country, mТsieuТ," answered the most weak-kneed of the lot.
"Silence, cochon!" snarled one of his comrades. "Tell this bronze one nothing."

DOC went nearer the overalled men. His manner in doing this was singular. His
approach was so slow that motion was hardly perceptible. With an infinite