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

Velvet dropped his lids to hide the sudden, ugly hardness in his eyes. "IтАЩm a new reporterтАФfrom the West."

"YouтАЩll know Doc Savage easy enough when you see him," Monk said. "HeтАЩs a great bronze giant of a figure.
In appearance alone, heтАЩs about the most remarkable man youтАЩve ever seen. His eyes will strike you, too.
TheyтАЩre a strange color, like pools of flake gold that are being stirred around all the time. When a man looks
at тАШem, something just kind of happens to him. ItтАЩs hard to explainтАФ"

"YouтАЩd better explain it some other time," Velvet said hastily. "Clear out, Monk. Savage might show up and
find out you had let somebody into his office."

Without a word, Monk walked into the corridor. He shut the door behind him.

Velvet made a face after the retreating gorilla of a man. He chuckled. "That guy is even dumber than Biff."

Then Velvet glanced about the office.

This was apparently the outer room of a suite. There was an expensive rug on the floor. Chairs were big, and
made for comfort. Near the two great windows stood a table, the top of which was completely inlaid and
looked costly. At one side, near a door, stood a large locker. On the other side of the room was an enormous
safe.

Velvet went to the locker and gave its handle a twist. He failed to open it. He tried the door alongside. That,
too, resisted him.

Velvet swung over to the gigantic safe, and learned it was shut securely. It would be about as easy to enter
as a bank vault. Velvet shrugged and turned away. He lit a cigarette.

"Well, what if they are locked," he grumbled. "I didnтАЩt come up here to steal anything. My game is bigger
stuff."

He seated himself beside the telephone stand, which was near the great inlaid table, remained there,
smoking, staring steadily at the phone. He was waiting for something. The expression on his face was eager,
and utterly villainous.



MONK was grinning with all of his homely face as he left an elevator in the lobby of the skyscraper. His
expression was one of smug satisfaction, as he swaggered across the lobby, heading for the street door.

Two elevator operators, standing at attention in front of their idle cages, bowed from the waist as Monk
passed. Their manner showed respect and possibly a little awe.

Had Velvet been a witness, he would have thought it more than passing strange for a janitor to rate such
deference.
Out on the street, Monk walked rapidly. The fact that his arms were some inches longer than his legs gave
him a comical aspect. Several pedestrians turned around and stared wonderingly after him.

Monk ignored this. He kept going as if he had some place which he wished to reach in a hurry.