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

It was a remarkable hand. The size did not seem especially striking until compared with surrounding objects,
when it became evident that the hand was of no small size. The fingers were long. The skin had a surprisingly
fine texture. But the unusual feature was the evidence that the hand possessed incredible strength. The
sinews on the back were nearly as large as an ordinary manтАЩs fingers.

The hand had a skin of a remarkable bronze hue.

When the buzzer whined, the bronze hand vanished from the glow of the tiny bulb. No lights came on. The
owner of the hand moved through the murk with soundless speed that was surprising. A moment later, he
opened the door of the reception room.

A tall girl in a mannish coat lay on the corridor floor. A masculine hat had been knocked off her head. Her
face was upturned. It was an exquisitely attractive face.

Her mouth was open. A whitish powder was smeared around it.

There was a light in the modernistic corridor, it showed the bronze man who came flinging out of the reception
room. He was a Herculean figure. His hand, seen alone in the light, had seemed huge, yet it was not out of
proportion. Muscles remindful of big wire hawsers were evident under his clothing.

Perhaps the most striking thing about the bronze man was his eyes. They were of an unusual flake-gold tint,
and the gold flakes seemed always in motion, as if stirred by tiny winds. They were strange, compelling
eyes. Strangers on the street often looked at those eyes and were so gripped that they found themselves
bumping into other pedestrians.

The bronze manтАЩs features were regular. His hair, of a bronze hue slightly darker than his skin, fitted his head
like a metal skullcap.

The bronze man did some fast moving. A glance whipped over the corridor showed no one else there.

He scooped up the girl and lunged with her into the reception room, through the library and into the
laboratory. He did not turn the lights on. He evidently knew the place well.

He planted the girl on a marble-topped table. He felt for her pulse. He listened for her heart.

Her heart was not beating.



MANY a famous doctor and surgeon would have liked to have been present in that laboratory during the
course of the next five minutes. What happened was an example of what skill and medical knowledge can do.

Chemicals were mixed with flashing rapidity. They were administered to the girl, both as a draught and with
hypos. Then she was shoved into a complicated device that was designed to start her breathing. Adrenalin
was administered.

Twenty minutes of that, and the girl had her eyes open. She looked at the bronze man.

"YouтАЩre Doc Savage," she said faintly. "IтАЩve seen your pictures."