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

Monk grinned widely. He always got a kick out of riding this super-speed lift.

They did not step out into the lobby of the skyscraper, but into a narrow, concrete-walled tunnel. They strode
down this. It admitted them to Doc SavageтАЩs garage in the skyscraper basement.

Half a dozen cars were housed there. These ranged from a thin, underslung speedster, to a great limousine.
All the cars had one point in commonтАФnone were painted with flashy colors.

Doc selected a roadster. It was a long, somber machine, which would attract no attention out on the street.
Monk happened to know the car could do in the neighborhood of a hundred and fifty miles an hour. The motor
was wonderfully silent. Only by the sudden life in ammeter and oil-pressure gauge, could Monk tell that it had
started.

The exit doors were at the head of an incline. They opened in an eerie way as Doc drove up to them.

Park Avenue is the swankiest street in the city of New York. The Midas Club was situated on the most
fashionable corner of the avenue. It was not a tall building, lifting less than twenty stories; but for its size it
had undoubtedly cost more than any other structure in town.

New York City is rumored to have two or three clubs which require that the candidates for membership
possess a bank roll of at least a million dollars. The Midas Club had raised the ante. To get on its roster, you
had to have five million. In addition, you must have made the money yourself. If you had inherited the five
million, you were out of luck.

Ham was reported to have the most sumptuous and luxurious suite in the Midas Club.

"Gosh!" Monk ejaculated. "Look!"

At least a dozen policemen were dashing about outside of the clubhouse.

There was a great crowd milling around. Every one seemed excited.

"What has happened?" Doc asked a policeman.

"A man who said his name was John Acre tried to get into the club," the officer explained. "While he was
doing that, and shouting his name, several other men came up with guns. They grabbed him and carried him
off."

A newsboy ran up to the roadster.

"Buy a paper, fellers!" he cried. "Read about the earthquake in South America!"

"Scat!" said the cop. "You got a nerve, tryinтАЩ to peddle your earthquakes right here where thereтАЩs just been a
snatchinтАЩ!"

Chapter III. THE GIRL AFRAID OF EARTHQUAKES
MONK looked at Doc, then at the policeman. Speaking rapidly, Monk described Velvet. He could not have
given a better word picture of Velvet had he been looking at the fellowтАЩs photograph as he spoke.

"Was that guy with the gang that grabbed John Acre?" he finished.