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

They put flashlight beams on the soft earth and found numerous tracks.

тАЬI'll get a camera and photograph these when it comes daylight,тАЭ Johnny declared.

тАЬRoad over this way,тАЭ Monk announced. тАЬCome on.тАЭ

The road became blacktop after a while, and was lonely, then houses began appearing. They were
barked at by more dogs, crossed a bridge of wood, and were in the town proper.

тАЬLook at the sidewalks,тАЭ Johnny said, astonished. тАЬWood.тАЭ

Not only the sidewalks, but every building seemed to be made of wood. The place was obviously a
lumber-company town, the lumber concern owning all buildings.

Their feet made thumpings on the wooden sidewalks and pleasant trees made a canopy overhead. To the
right they could hear the sounds that a large sawmill makes in the night.

Close by and to the left were other noises, music and mirth. These came from a large building which
seemed to be the only place that was open at this hour.

They went in, and it was a little strange, not as commercialized as they had expected. They stood at a
door and listened to accordion music, watched dancing.
тАЬIt's a lumber-company recreation hall,тАЭ Johnny decided. тАЬLet's find that telephone.тАЭ

They located a telephone booth and found telephone directories of the larger nearby townsтАФGladstone,
Escanaba, ManistiqueтАФand began calling hardware stores and asking about recent purchases of metal
fence posts and barbed wire. They got no results.

тАЬLumber yards handle that stuff, too,тАЭ Ham reminded.

It was Monk who came up with the information they were seeking.

тАЬGladstone,тАЭ he announced. тАЬAbout twenty-five or thirty miles from here. Lumber yard there says man in
a truck rushed in there in a heck of a hurry and bought all the metal fence posts on hand and a half dozen
spools of barbed wire. That was this afternoon.тАЭ

Ham was interested. тАЬAny description?тАЭ

тАЬShort and dark, fast talker, smoked a stubby pipe.тАЭ

тАЬBlazes!тАЭ Monk said. тАЬI've heard that description before. Isn't that the guy who was pretending to be a
newspaperman and going around Nahma asking questions of the relatives of the two drowned men?тАЭ

тАЬThat's him.тАЭ

тАЬThere was more than one man's footprints at the airport,тАЭ reminded Johnny. тАЬOne man didn't haul those
iron posts up here and drive them and string the barbed wire. It took several men.тАЭ

тАЬAll right, so there was several,тАЭ Monk said. тАЬThey don't like us. They don't want us here. They don't
want us here bad enough to try to kill us. Now what does it add up to? Why? Don't try to answer