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

There was excited calls from gendarmes. Ambulances were trying to force their way through the mob, and having little Success.



The soldiers were in danger of being trampled to death beneath the feet of their crazed countrymen. A troop of cavalry was trying to take care of that problem, officers leading their men directly into the twisting, swirling mass.



The mob was fighting back, senselessly. The situation was tense, filled with danger.



Doc Savage alone was cool.





THE bronze man came to his feet. His face did not change expression, but his gold-flecked eyes swept the swarming mob with calm deliberation.



Monk and Ham, with Chemistry, had also fought their way toward the stricken soldiers. They realized, as quickly as did Doc, that there was nothing to be done.



The soldiers were crippled. Their wounds had been cauterized. A majority would live, but for many it would mean lives as crippled as their bodies.



"But if there ain't no war, what caused it?" Monk wailed ungrammatically.



Ham did not answer. The lawyer's features were set; he was peering over the heads of the crowd, trying to locate Doc.



The bronze man's eyes flashed. They had found what they were seeking.



A small, thin-faced man was boring furtively through the crowd. No longer was he carrying loaves of bread under his arm.



Doc's aids knew the bronze man had a photographic mind. He could see and remember small incidents that others would have overlooked.