"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 010 - The Phantom City" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"Directly across the street is a great steel door. See you it?"

"Na'arn, aiwah! Yes!"

"Beyond that door is a garage where this bronze man keeps many cars. In this street one is permitted to
drive in only a single direction. Therefore, he will come from the left."

The four men peered at the giant steel doors across the thoroughfare. For the first time, they noted the
towering size of the building above it. The structure was of shiny metal and expertly fitted gray masonry.
It shot upward nearly a hundred stories.

"The bronze man lives there?"

"On the eighty-sixth floor," said the voice in the box.

"Wa!lah! This fellow must have great wealth to live in a place like that!"

"He is a strange man, this bronze one! He is a being of mystery, one about whom many fantastic tales are
told. His name is familiar to every one in the city. The newspapers carry feature stories about him. Yet he
is almost a legend, for he does not show himself to the public, and does not seek publicity."

"But he has that which we want?"

"He has. We have but to find where it is kept. That is your job."

Squatting like four brown owls, the quartet kept unwinking eyes fixed to the left, down the somber
street.

"Have you found aught of the escaped white-haired girl?" asked the man in the packing case.

"No trace, 0 master. But our comrades search everywhere!"

"Taiyib malihi Very well! She must be caught and brought back to my yacht!"

"It is well none in this city can understand the language she speaks," a man said thoughtfully. "Only you, 0
enlightened one, can converse with her. And it took you, even with your learning, many days to master a
few words of her tongue."

"Watch the street!" snapped the hidden man. "Draw your guns! But use them only to produce fright!"

One fellow muttered: "The girl should be slain - "

"Fool! We may need her to guide us to this Phantom City! We keep her alive and unharmed. Understand
that. If something happens to a hair of her white head, Allah help the man responsible!"

The four squatting men drifted uneasy glances at the box, as if it held a dangerous monster. They feared
this master of theirs.

"The bronze man whose arrival we await - is he the only one we have crossed the ocean to see?" one