"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 112 - The Speaking Stone" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

тАЬVoice?тАЭ Johnny said.

Renny nodded. тАЬMonk's voice.тАЭ

Johnny kept his foolish grin until the impossibility of the thing made him explode, тАЬYou must be insane!тАЭ
Renny grimaced. He spread the corners of his mouth. тАЬHoly cow!тАЭ He sounded almost frightened.

Doc Savage swung suddenly forward and leaned close to the blue stone without touching it or taking it
from Renny's hands. He listened intently, his eyes half closed.

Then the bronze man slowly straightened. His facial expression did not change to any great extent. But
the others knew that he was emotionally moved when they heard a small trilling sound, a low and exotic
note as strange as the call of some tiny tropical bird, as vagrant as a wind over polar ice. The sound
seemed to come from everywhere and yet from nowhere, with a ventriloqual quality. It was the sound
Doc Savage unconsciously made when intensely excited.

тАЬHe isn't insane,тАЭ the bronze man said in a low voice.



ONE of the newspapermen who had appeared on the plane came into view then, apparently just out for
a walk with nothing on his mind. But he saw the prone figure of the man with the vest.

тАЬWhat's wrong?тАЭ he demanded. Then he turned and yelled at the other newsmen, тАЬHey, you lugs!
Something's on out here!тАЭ

The newspaperman who had shouted was tall and ran to bones. He had a stony, unpleasant face,
equipped with a pair of black mice for eyebrows.

The other newshawks popped up from various places.

Long Tom Roberts appeared, also. Long Tom was the remaining member of Doc Savage's five-man
group of assistants. There was nothing particularly outstanding about him. Quite the contrary, he looked
as if he had grown up in a particularly deep mushroom cellar. Not realizing what had happened, he stared
at them, muttered, тАЬWho's the little guy with the vest?тАЭ

Doc Savage caught his eye and made a slight negative gesture, then indicated a lifeboat drawn up on the
beach. Long Tom walked to the boat.

Doc Savage then sank to a knee and quickly removed the red vest from the small dead man.

The tall newsman with the black mice for eyebrows scowled, said, тАЬHey, that's funny cloth that thing is
made of. Let's have a look at it!тАЭ

Doc Savage seemed not to hear the fellow. He stood with the vest in his hands and wheeled.

тАЬHere!тАЭ barked the reporter. тАЬLet me see that!тАЭ

Doc Savage walked away, still without appearing to have heard him.