"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 120 - Waves of Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

Doc Savage's business was strange things. Things like this. Or perhaps this was not exactly correct. Doc
Savage's business was actually the righting of wrongs and the punishing of evildoers, in instances where
the regularly constituted law officers and courts were asleep, or outsmarted, or in regions so remote there
was no law except the cruel hard one of the armed fist.

But Doc Savage was always interested in the inexplicable, the mysterious. The inexplicable and the
mysteriousтАФparticularly when connected with deathтАФhad a way of demanding his attention.

Doc Savage read the item about the tidal wave which had drowned the Jones twins.

Doc was interested. He did not look excited, but then he almost never showed excitement. Calmness and
control were part of the training he had received when he had been placed in the hands of scientists in
childhood.

(The strange training which Doc Savage received, the education which made him such a remarkable
individual, is familiar to the hundreds of thousands of individuals who have read the bronze man's fictional
adventures previously. Doc, as a child, was placed by his father in the hands of scientists and underwent
intensive training until he was almost twenty. This somewhat bizarre upbringing is responsible for the
sometimes strange, always unusual, often of almost inhuman ability, combination of qualities which is Doc
Savage, the Man of Bronze.тАФAUTHOR.)

тАЬGet Ham,тАЭ Doc said, тАЬand get busy on the telephone and learn more about this. Have Johnny check the
seismograph.тАЭ

тАЬSure,тАЭ Monk said.



MONK MAYFAIR spoke with some pleasure over the telephone to Ham Brooks. Ham Brooks was
Brigadier General Theodore Marley Brooks, eminent lawyer, product of Harvard, and earnest pursuer of
the reputation of best-dressed man in the nation.

тАЬHello, you overdressed shyster,тАЭ Monk said. тАЬI just dug up something. You better get down here and
give me a hand.тАЭ

тАЬDug up something, eh?тАЭ Ham said. тАЬI'm not surprised.тАЭ

Monk became indignant. тАЬWhat's that? An insult?тАЭ

тАЬA statement of fact.тАЭ

тАЬYou keep riding me,тАЭ Monk said indignantly, ignoring the fact that he had started the trouble, тАЬand some
day I'm gonna dance on your grave, sure enough.тАЭ

тАЬThen I trust I'm buried at sea,тАЭ Ham said. тАЬWhat do you want with me? I'm working on a brief.тАЭ

тАЬYou see the papers this morning?тАЭ

тАЬNo. Too busy.тАЭ