"066 (B058) - The Munitions Master (1938-08) - Harold Davis" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"Halte!" they cried.



Those in the crowd near by stopped their yelling to listen. Here was the famous Doc Savage being stopped by gendarmes!



"Doc Savage, you are under arrest!" one of the men shouted.



He appeared to shout even louder than should have been necessary. His voice carried a long way. Many heard him.



We know you plotted this. We saw you give the signal for this horror to start. Even now, you shouted to your conspirators in a foreign tongue."



There was a moment of stunned silence. Monk and Ham stopped in their tracks, mouths wide, eyes unbelieving.



"There must be some mistake, messieurs," Doc said quietly.



One of the gendarmes made a darting gesture toward Doc's pocket. He held up his hand and waved a small vial. The cork in the vial was knocked out. A thin liquid poured to the ground.



The liquid had a penetrating, sickening smell. It was a smell such as surrounded the fallen soldiers.



"Here is proof!" the man shrieked.





A SAVAGE roar of almost unutterable ferocity came from the crowd. Suspicion had been turned toward the bronze man. Suspicion was all the mob needed.



"Tear him limb from limb!"