"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 074 - World's Fair Goblin" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

The public had heard that Doc Savage did fantastic things, and it would have liked to see a
demonstration of some fantastic feats. But Doc Savage had a great dislike for publicity, and he never cut
capers for the publicтАЩs entertainment.

However, the goblin getting loose was not the first mysterious thing that happened.

Two men had disappeared. That was the initial mystery.

On another day prior to this thirteenth day after the opening of the WorldтАЩs Fair, two hundred thousand
visitors paid admission. Exactly two hundred thousand. And exactly two less than that came out.

They had automatic mechanical checking turnstiles at all the gates, and a head gatekeeper whose job was
collecting the figures. The head gatekeeper saw from the readings that two less people came out than
went in. He decided one of the mechanical contraptions had made a mistake. He was wrong.

Two people went into the Fair grounds and never came outтАФand it wasnтАЩt any mistake of any
mechanical contraption.

The goblin got them.



THE white-haired man in the long rubber apron, when he appeared, acted as if the goblins were after
him, too.

The white-haired man was Professor Martin Uppercue, reported to be one of the worldтАЩs greatest
scientists. His specialty was electrotherapeuticsтАФhe had discovered some remarkable things about how
diseases of the human body would react to electrical treatment.

He was a small man, thin, with thick white hair on top of a large head. He made you think of the type of
musician slangily called a "long-haired boy."

There was nothing long-haired or old-fashioned about his scientific discoveries. He was fifty years ahead
of his time, maybe a hundred. Men of science knew Uppercue as a quiet-mannered, soft-voiced person
with keenly bright-blue eyes and a sedate deportment. Especially sedate. He was always dignified.

There was nothing sedate about the way Professor Martin Uppercue came out of his laboratory. Nor
dignified, either.

Professor UppercueтАЩs laboratory was situated near the center of the Fair Grounds close to the huge ball
of a structure called the Perisphere. It was only a few yards from the laboratory to the landscaped
gardens along the Court of Communications. Professor Uppercue dashed wildly into this garden, which
was crowded with people.

The natural first thought was that Professor Uppercue was chasing something.

As soon as they saw his face, they knew he was not chasing anything. His face showed terror. His eyes
popped until they looked like small saucers stuck, bottoms out, on his face.

He ran headlong, knocking astounded people out of his way. There was blood on his face, quite a bit of