"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 106 - Peril in the North" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

(The causing of unconsciousness by such means is not new. It is, however quite dangerous in unskilled hands. There
was one case recently, at an Atlantic coast bathing resort, of a lifeguard who produced this unconsciousness for
amusement, in various victims who agreed to submit. He was not experienced. He held the pressure too long, with the
result that his "hypnotism," as he was calling it, became a death. He faced charges of manslaughter.)

Doc said, "You have not been hurt."

Browder lurched to his feet. "I guess not. Say, you did that because you donтАЩt trust me, didnтАЩt you?"

"As a precaution, rather," Doc corrected him.

"While you went to look for the girl?"

"Yes."

"Did you find her?"

Doc Savage said, "Do you know a very fat girl named Fern Reed?"

Bill Browder chuckled. "Fern Reed? That name sure doesnтАЩt sound like a fat girl. No, I donтАЩt know her."

"She is working with the girl who accosted us, I think," Doc said. "The fat girl was posted in the vacant
lot at the end of the block to decoy me away from the other girl. I fell for their trick, unfortunately."

Browder shook his head. "That seems fantastic."

"Have you a neighbor named Anna Stringer?"

"Stringer? No, of course not," said Browder. "No one by that name in this neighborhood."

"Fern Reed said she had been visiting Anna Stringer," Doc said. "That merely verifies my suspicion she
was lying."

Out of the darkness nearby came a hoarse woofing noise.

Browder whirled to the sound.

"Great blazes!" he exclaimed. "That dog is still hanging around!" He started forward. "Come on!"

Doc gripped his arm. "You are still going to follow that dog?"

"Of course," Browder said. "Come on. YouтАЩll see something fantastic. YouтАЩll see what IтАЩve gone to so
much trouble to bring you out here to see."

Browder pushed ahead. Doc moved at his side. For a while, they heard nothing. Then the dogтАЩs bark
came again, ahead and to their left.

Doc listened closely to the dog. He was as silent as he could be and still keep pace with Browder until he
heard the dog bark again.
Then the bronze man flung out a hand and stopped Browder. "That is not a dog; it is a man," Doc said.