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

Habeas about as smoothly as with HabeasТ master.
Countless times, Ham had threatened to make breakfast bacon out of Habeas.
"What yoТ do with us, mТsieu?" asked a prisoner uneasily.
The bronze manТs answer was a swift advance. His metallic hands drifted into
coat pockets, came out, and, with an eye-defying speed, touched the cheek of the
nearest captive.
The fellow stared vacantly, then his eyes closed. Down to the floor he sank. He
began to snore boisterously.
DocТs finger tips touched another man. The same thing happened. He repeated the
process.
Horrified, some of StroamТs hirelings sought to escape. Monk and Ham caught them
and held them until DocТs fingers made contact with them.
Soon the whole gang slept.

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IT is fairly certain they had no more information to give us," Doc announced.
Monk and Ham did not show amazement at the mysterious manner in which DocТs
touch had produced a profound slumber. They had seen this phenomenon before.
"Renny and the other two should be showing up with Stroam and Mahal," Doc
stated. "From Stroam, weТll learn what is behind all this."
"Wonder who Ben Lane is?" Monk pondered.
"I am curious about Ben Lane," Doc replied. "And Stroam can tell us what we want
to know."
"Looks like they oughta be here by now."

DOC SAVAGE often followed methods of procedure which bordered on the
unfathomable. Outstanding among these was the way in which the bronze man often
left the presence of his companions without explaining whence he was bound, or
what he intended to do. His goings were sudden, quiet, swift, so that he seemed
literally to disappear.
Some ten minutes later, Doc Savage went back to the big tri-motored speed plane.
He worked with the radio apparatus for a time, endeavoring to get in touch with
Renny and the others. But he had no success.
Doc stepped from the plane and walked around the craft.
As far as Monk and Ham were concerned, he then disappeared. That was the last
they saw of him. They even searched the hangar.
"HeТs gone!" Monk grunted.
"Well, you missing link, you know what that means," Ham said impolitely.
"Sure. DocТs hatching a plot."

Chapter VII. CRIMSON MAP
RENNYТS taxi and JohnnyТs coupщ still stood in the side street near MahalТs
establishment. In that particular thoroughfare it chanced there was a "no
parking" rule. Little possibility existed of the machines being tagged by the
police, however. The license numbers obviated this.
In New York City, personages of importance have small license numerals. The
figures on these two machines were among the smallest. No cop was likely to
stick a ticket under the windshield wipers.
Few pedestrians trod this streetЧnone at all at the moment.
It was just as well. The striking appearance of the bronze man who suddenly