"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 037 - The Metal Master" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

The girl walked to the darkened doorway. She had a flashlight in her hand and she turned its beam on the old
man.

"DonтАЩt!" he cried out wildly. "No light!"

The girl blackened the flashlight lens. Its momentary glow had flashed more than the suit full of bones that
was the old man. It had disclosed the girlтАЩs face. She was a redhead, and sweet.

"What is wrong, Seevers?" she asked. She had a voice that went with her sweet face. Full of throaty tones.

Old Seevers was plainly very scared. His teeth made a clatter that the cold was not causing.

"IтАЩve just found out an incredible thing," he gulped. "ThatтАЩs why I telephoned you to meet me here, Nan.
YouтАЩre LouisтАЩs sister."

"And you have been LouisтАЩs laboratory assistant for years, and always seemed to have good sense, or I
wouldnтАЩt have come," said the girl. "Now just what are you talking about, Seevers?"

"IтАЩve learned that some people are going to be killed," said Seevers. "Murdered in a horrible fashion! And
thatтАЩs not all."

The girl was silent for a long moment.

"YouтАЩd better take a vacation for a few weeks," she said. "YouтАЩve saved your money. Why not go to Florida
for the winter?"

"IтАЩm not crazy!" snapped old Seevers. "I knew you would think so. ThatтАЩs why IтАЩm taking you along with me
tonight."

"Taking me where?" she demanded sharply.

"To Doc Savage," said Seevers. "Doc Savage must believe my story."

"Oh," the girl said.

She had heard of Doc Savage. It was in her tone. Man of bronze, being of mystery, one who performed
miracles: That was Doc Savage. Yet no one knew much about him. An aura of mystery hung about him. He
shunned publicity. Yet he got plenty, because reporters have imaginations and he was a mystical, interesting
figure. Because few facts about the bronze man were actually available, the legends springing up around and
about him were often fantastic.

One thing the public did know: Doc SavageтАЩs unique profession. His life was devoted to righting wrongs,
aiding the oppressed, meting out a queer justice to exildoers. A sort of modern knight in armor. It carried him
to the far corners of the earth. And it got him into incredible scrapes.

"Look, Seevers," said the girl, Nan. "Tell me what is on your mind."

"You can listen when I tell Doc Savage," said Seevers. "You can verify certain facts that will make the story
more credible."