"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 009 - The Czar of Fear" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"The only ones of that size are in Doc's possession," Long Tom advised her, with the natural pride of an
electrical expert discussing a remarkable accomplishment in his profession. "Doc made them. The
transmitter is concealed in the wall of the room upstairs."

"But I didn't see it turned on!"

"Doc did that when he pressed the inlaid table top."

There was a radio set in the limousine. Doc spun the dials. The words which came from the loud-speaker
showed the set was tuned to a transmitter relaying sounds picked up by secret microphones in the office
room above.

Between the televisor and the radio, Doc and the others were able to follow what went on above almost
as perfectly as if they had been present.

FOUR OF the men who had just arrived wore uniforms of New Jersey State Troopers. A New York
detective was also with them. If an arrest was to be made, he would have to make it, jailing the prisoners
until they were extradited to New Jersey.

Any water-front dive might have been combed to get the other four. They were attired in suits, neckties,
and bats which looked brand-new. This was productive of a suspicion that they had been dressed up for
the occasion.

"Where is Doc Savage?" demanded one of the troopers.

Monk's homely face was very innocent. "Search me, officer."

"This is a regretful mission for us," said another of the policemen. "Knowing Doc Savage to be a man of
fine character -- "

"He ain't so damn fine!" sneered one of the four somewhat sinister witnesses. "We saw 'im murder a
man!"

Ham beetled his brows and bent a hard stare on the quartet. This was Ham's element. As a lawyer, he
had handled many lying witnesses.

"You saw the murder?" he challenged.

"Yeah!" they chorused sullenly.

"And you are sure it was Doc Savage?" Ham's tone of voice called them frauds as plainly as words could
have.

"Yeah! We've seen the bronze guy's picture in the newspapers! It was

Ham leveled his sword cane dramatically at the four. "The Green Bell showed you Doc Savage's picture,
and gave you money to swear that he murdered Jim Cash! Isn't that right?"

This blunt accusation failed to have the desired effect. The spokesman of the quartet winked elaborately