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

Just before the horror struck, the little man with the bread had been at the curb, along the line of march. As the soldiers had reached a spot in front of the reviewing stand, he had done a strange thing.



He had reached out, had knocked off the ends of each of the loaves of bread he carried. Then he had dropped the bread.



Doc dived forward.



The thin-faced man saw him. He gave a startled cheep, and was engulfed in a wave of struggling forms. He was not far from Monk and Ham.



Strange words came from Doc's lips.



Heads turned toward him suspiciously. The words were in a weird language, certainly not French.



Monk and Ham understood. Doc had spoken in Mayan, the tongue the bronze man used when he wished to direct his aids without others knowing what he said.



Instantly the hairy chemist and the dapper lawyer dived after the little man.



The little man's face was working strangely now. Saliva drooled from his mouth. He was trapped!



Two men in the uniforms of gendarmes smiled grimly. Their uniforms were making a path for them.



"Now!" one of them said shortly.



The other nodded. They leaped forward.



One appeared on either side of the bronze man. They grabbed Doc by the arms.