"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 039 - The Seven Agate Devils" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"Doc Savage and two aids aboard airship!" yelled the news-vending urchin.

The two men in the coup├й looked as if a hornet had suddenly blown into the car.

The newsboy howled, "Doc Savage making mystery trip!"

"Mystery trip!" one snarled. "Savage ainтАЩt kiddinтАЩ nobody! HeтАЩs found out about them agate devils! HeтАЩs maybe
got a line on our wholeтАФ"

"Shut up, you nut!" gritted the other. "Somebody might overhear!"

The other put out his jaw angrily. "Who you gettinтАЩ tough with?"

"You, you dope! Talking about agate satans! Next thing youтАЩll be broadcasting to the world that in China and
Germany and England andтАФ" The man stopped and swallowed. "This is too big to take any chances with."



HE was a large man, who had the look of one who made his living with his muscles. There was little
intelligence perceptible in his heavy-featured, brutal face. He was the type who did what he was told, and
probably was not too particular about what it was. His clothes were flashy and in bad taste.

The second man began to speak.

"That airship came from Europe, and is a new type, making an experimental flight around the world," he said.
"Doc Savage joined the crew unexpectedly in New York. He is not going on around the world, but is getting
off here; so thereтАЩs not much doubt about what heтАЩs coming for."

This man was rather slender, remarkably well dressed, and would have been handsome had it not been for
the lower part of his face. He had a hybrid visage. His eyes, his forehead, were fine and delicate. The rest of
his countenance was rather terrible. Something had happened to it in the past, making the skin and flesh
below loose and rubbery. The folds of tissue lay in gullied lines.

The lower part of this manтАЩs face had a somewhat hair-raising way of retaining whatever expression was on it.
It seemed incapable of changing expression voluntarily. The man had a discomfiting habit of fingering his
countenance.

He would push up the corners of his mouth with his fingers, giving his face a grim smile, and the smile would
stay there.

The other man, the one with the muscles, growled. "IтАЩve heard things about this bronze guy. HeтАЩs arsenic to
some."

"WeтАЩll stop him," grunted the hybrid-faced man.

"Yeah?"

"A little agate devil will take care of that."

All the muscles of the other seemed to swell and harden. His voice whispered, "You mean weтАЩre gonna kill