"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 011 - Brand of the Werewolf" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)"Right!" exclaimed Wilkie. "I'm going to check up on them right now." The goblinlike little conductor hurried off. DOC paid a visit to his four friends who had been victims of the weird sleep. There was no danger of any one escaping from the speeding train. When he entered the drawing-room, Monk and Ham were scowling blackly at each other. This was a good sign. It indicated Monk and Ham were back to their normal quarreling state. Johnny and Long Tom also seemed fairly chipper. "The effects of the stuff wear off quickly," said gaunt Johnny, polishing his spectacles which had the magnifying left lens. "What's new, Doc?" "We're in the thick of a mess," Doc announced. Instead of looking gloomy or apprehensive at this, all four men grinned. They were a strange bunch. Peril and excitement were the things for which they lived. Speaking rapidly, Doc told them what had happened when he went to investigate Senor Oveja, the daughter, and El Rabanos. "They seem to think I'm some kind of a bogy man, he finished. "Do they really think that, or are they pretending?" questioned apish Monk, scratching the airplane-wing ears of his pig, Habeas Corpus. The train whistle moaned. Its sound was a banshee wail over the noisy progress of the coaches. Doc glanced through the window. It was only a road crossing for which the train had whistled. A porter ran past the drawing-room door, crying in a horror-stricken voice: "Lawsy mel Lawsy mel" Doc collared him. "What is it?" he demanded of the porter. "It am de conductor, Mistah Wilkie," the colored man moaned. "What about him?" "He done been stuck!" "Show me where he is!" Doc commanded. Wilkie lay in the washroom of a Pullman car - lay in a wet lake of crimson which had leaked from his own body. He had been knifed numerous times in the chest. Doc Savage was skilled in many things - but in surgery and medicine above all others. A glance convinced him that Wilkie was dead. "Anybody see anything?" Doc asked the porter. |
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