"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 012 - The Man Who Shook the Earth" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

Monk turned. He understood how they felt. He had himself been closely associated with Doc Savage for
years, yet he still got something of a wallop each time he saw the metallic giant that was Doc.
Doc Savage, crossing the cavernous lobby, did not look the giant that he was. Tendons and vast muscles
bundled his body like cables, yet they were developed in such universal fashion that they blended in a
strikingly symmetrical whole.

It was only when Doc came close to other men that his huge size became apparent.

Bronze was the color motif on Doc SavageтАЩs skin. Due to the corded hardness of his muscles, he resembled
a statue of the metal. His eyes were weirdтАФflaky golden pools which seemed always astir, always alive.

Doc lifted a hand in a gesture of greeting to Monk. The hand was muscled until it looked as if it had been
wrapped with steel wire, then painted with bronze. However, the fingers were long, regardless of their
obviously incredible strength.

"LetтАЩs go up," Doc said. His voice was as remarkable as it had been when Monk heard it over the phone. Not
loud, it nevertheless carried to the recesses of the lobby.

An express elevator, its progress a hiss of speed, rushed them to the eighty-sixth floor.

"The guy is gone," Monk explained. "I got that from an elevator operator."

Saying nothing, Doc approached the office door. An uncanny thing happenedтАФthe door opened at his
approach.

There was no living thing near it.



MONK hastily peered into the office. He was completely at a loss to understand the business of the door
opening. The room beyond was as he had left it. Apparently, nothing was disturbed.

Monk squinted at the outer door, seeking to figure out what made it swing ajar when Doc had approached it.
He shook his head. Then he walked around the office, trying the safe door, the locker, and the doors into the
inner rooms. All were locked.

"It donтАЩt look like the guy bothered anything," he said in his small voice. "ThatтАЩs funny. Why should he pay
me five hundred dollars, just to get into the office?"

Doc walked toward the door into the inner chambers.

MonkтАЩs hair threatened to stand on end at what happened. The solidly locked doorтАФMonk was mortally
certain it was lockedтАФquickly opened itself as Doc came near. After the bronze man had passed through,
the door closed.

Rushing over, Monk grasped the knob. He exerted all his strength. Monk could take a horseshoe in his big
hairy hands and bend it into the shape of a pretzel. This door, however, resisted him.
With a sheepish grin on his homely face, Monk absently fitted the end of his little finger into the hole in his
earlobe. Monk was highly intelligent in spite of his apish look. He was trying to figure out what made the
doors open when Doc came near them. Doc had perfected many remarkable devices, but this was a new