"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 040 - Haunted Ocean" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)The six war commissioners had been in London. They were preparing to meet with representatives of other
nations at Washington within a short period. The commission had boarded the steamer Trafalgar Square for the crossing of the English Channel from Dover to Calais. That crossing should have required only a few short hours. Now there had been no radio report of the Trafalgar Square for more than twelve hours. There had been no S O S alarm. The weather had been of the calmest for that usually stormy channel. Yet the Trafalgar Square, one of the newest and safest of Channel vessels, had disappeared. Doc checked over in his mind the members of the commission. Johnny, for the present at least, was representing the United States. The others were Sir Arthur Westcott, Great Britain; Baron Calosa, Italy; Monsieur Lamont, France; Herr Schumann, Germany, and Se├▒or Torron, Spain. DOC SAVAGE confronted the others. He spoke first to Professor Callus and Miss Krants. "We have been honored by your interest," he announced. "You are at liberty to remain while Renny and Long Tom make further observations." Then he issued quick directions. "Renny, you and Long Tom will confirm as closely as possible the locale you already have fixed. Monk and Drawing Renny to one side in the library, Doc added instructions unheard by the others. "For the present, you will not notify the police of the dead man," Doc advised. "But the circumstances are such, it might be advisable to be sure that Miss Krants is safely escorted to her home. Also, it is possible you will have other visitors who will be interested in what you are doing. Treat them with every courtesy." "Holy cow!" muttered Renny. "And all this was confidential stuff between us and the Coast Survey! ThereтАЩs a screw loose somewhere, Doc!" "There may be several, but that will develop," was all the man of bronze explained. Acting on DocтАЩs instructions, Ham and Monk were fully armed when they left the skyscraper headquarters. Which might have seemed unusual for what could hardly be other than a fast airplane trip to the national capital. In DocтАЩs special armored sedan, the three sped rapidly toward what to most persons appeared to be only a little-used warehouse on the Hudson River. This bore the simple sign: HIDALGO TRADING COMPANY The warehouse was a set of hangars housing the worldтАЩs most modern and remarkable planes, dirigible and submarine. |
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