"077 (B041) - Merchants of Disaster (1939-07) - Harold Davis" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

Fast planes furnished their transportation. And as they neared Washington they put their own plan into operation. They both became ill.



It wasn't hard to make the stewardess on the air liner believe they were sick, even if she was a trained nurse.



Long Tom appeared to be a physical weakling. Not very tall, his normal appearance was that of an undersized, anaemic individual. That impression was very deceptive, as those who had been unfortunate enough to tangle with him could have certified. But for the present he was glad he did look that way.



Johnny also did not appear overly strong. Glasses gave him a studious appearance, while his tall, lean figure appeared half starved.



Malaria, the scourge of the tropics, seemingly got both of them at the same time. First they would be burning up with fever, then they would be shivering with acute cold, so that the stewardess was borrowing coats from other passengers to pile over them.



The artificial fever was induced by swallowing a pill or so - one of a type perfected by Doc Savage, which his men always carried when going where they were in danger of malaria. The artificial fever always proved effective in burning up the germs of the real disease. Chills were produced by other medicine which slowed their hearts.



The pilot of their plane radioed ahead so that an ambulance was waiting. Faces covered, well wrapped up and on stretchers, the two were carried from the plane as soon as it landed.



The ambulance raced toward a hospital, a young interne seated beside his two "patients."



The interne went to sleep. He never did understand just why or how. Long Tom and Johnny could have told him, but they had vanished before the interne came to.



A small capsule containing a quick acting anaesthetic had put the interne out of the way. Then they dodged from the ambulance, and called a taxicab.



Not long afterward, they also reached the rear entrance of the hotel where Monk, Ham and Renny had preceded them.



A joyful reunion was held in the suite of rooms reserved for them. It was about this time that a bellhop entered with a big pitcher of ice water. No one could remember ordering the ice water, but they accepted it as just another evidence of the excellent service given by the hotel