"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 088 - The Awful Egg" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)Monk was called over and given his assignment as guard for Nancy. The homely chemist, looking
pleased, grinned and winked at Ham, who did not return the grin. It was agreed that both Monk and Hickey Older were to accompany Nancy while she made the rounds of the employment agencies in search of a new job. Monk, Hickey Older and Nancy left the eighty-sixth-floor headquarters. DOC SAVAGEтАЩS headquarters layout consisted of three great rooms. The first chamber, and the smallest one, was a reception room furnished with little except some comfortable chairs, a huge safe and a remarkable inlaid table. The next room was a library containing thousands of scientific tomes, one of the most complete technical libraries on certain subjects in existence. The third room, by far the largest, was the experimental laboratory where Doc Savage spent most of his spare time. The bronze man entered the laboratory, weighed the bullet which had been fired at Nancy, then put it under a microscope for a few minutes. "A .25-20 rifle bullet," the bronze man remarked. "Rifle?" Ham looked puzzled. "Yes, the smart crooks have started carrying rifles instead of revolvers whenever it is convenient. You see, a man caught carrying a revolver is obviously under suspicion, and subject to the State antifirearms law. Where the man with the rifle might be merely going deer hunting." Ham suggested, "The bullet hit the glass and was deflected just enough to miss the girl. Is that your "Yes." He seemed to have something else on his mind, judging from his thoughtful expression. He rubbed his jaw, scratched his head, hesitating. Finally he blurted it out. "Look," he exclaimed. "Here, wait a minute." He went over to the desk and picked up the newspaper, brought it back and pointed with his finger. "Who is this Edward Ellston Parks?" Doc Savage said, "The man standing beside me there in that picture?" Ham nodded. "Yes, thatтАЩs the man I mean," the dapper lawyer explained. "It says here that you came down to meet him when he landed on the S. S. Vancanic." Doc Savage nodded, said nothing. "Who is he?" Ham asked. "What does the picture caption say his profession is?" Ham consulted the paper. "It says," he remarked, "that he is a mysterious international archaeologist. ThatтАЩs a funny one. IтАЩve heard of plenty of archaeologistsтАФweтАЩve even got one in our organization here, |
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