"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 034 - The Fantastic Island" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

The man addressed as "Monk" sat in the shadows, hunched like a bulky Buddha over an
audio-frequency amplifier. His thick hands indicated the apparatus containing vacuum tubes for increasing
the voltage and power of radio beacon signals.

"These direction-finding doodads have gone plain haywire," he insisted in that small squeaky voice.

Ham joined them and listened to the signal pulsations coming from the loudspeaker. He said, "The beat
frequency is sounding just as it should. We are certainly not off the course as broadcast to us from the
government radio beacon in the Canal Zone."

"We're right in the beam, all right," Monk grunted. "The A wave is jammed with the N waves so you
don't hear any dots -- just a blur of dashes. We can't be off our course, but we must be."

"Impossible!" snapped Ham. "Our goniometer, with its new type amplifier developed by Doc Savage
himself, insures that the direction finder couldn't go wrong. And the United States government station is
transmitting the beam to us."

THE word exchange had the rather unexpected effect of throwing Monk into what looked like a very
violent rage.

"You tellin' me, you courtroom fop?" Monk growled belligerently at Ham.

"Don't get tough with me, you missing link," Ham snapped. "I'll make shark bait out of you!"

Monk pushed back from the radio apparatus and squared off threateningly before Ham.

"Who says I'm wrong?" he demanded in a voice no longer mouselike.

"I did, you ape," Ham snapped.

"You're a liar besides bein' a shyster lawyer," Monk bellowed. "I'm right, and you know darned well that
I'm right!"

Pat said dryly, "I wonder if you know what you're quarreling over."

The two men pretended not to hear. Ham and Monk seemed always on the point of taking each other
apart violently. The mildest word from one was likely to set the other off in a rage; but it was only on rare
occasions that their enmity extended beyond the talking stage.

Patricia Savage cast an idle glance around the horizon, She started violently.

"Look!" she cried. "Ahead there, a bit to port. Green and red lights!"

"Huh?" Monk jerked around. "Channel lights that sounds like."

Ham stared intently, forgot himself and his feud with Monk. "Channel lights they are, but they were not
there a minute ago."

Monk's small eyes blinked rapidly. "It ain't possible."