"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 155 - Measures For a Coffin" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)тАЬYou look,тАЭ said Benson, тАЬas if you thought there might be a lighted firecracker in your pocket.тАЭ
тАЬThat about expresses it.тАЭ тАЬWhy?тАЭ тАЬI don't like lecture platforms.тАЭ тАЬThey're safe.тАЭ тАЬAnd twelve hundred of those guys out there are going to think I called them quacks when I get through.тАЭ Doctor Benson laughed heartily and said, тАЬThey'll eat it up. Three fourths of the men out there only came to this convention because you were scheduled to talk.тАЭ He said, тАЬThanks for the cheering words. I hope you are right.тАЭ He really hoped so, too, and the thing he hoped even more strongly was that he was right about his epithelioma theories. Being a scientist had taught him to distrust theories, even after endless experiment. Sometimes a theory stood up like the rock of Gibraltar for a century or more, only to get blown to hokum. How many hundred years was it that Doctors had been sure the best cure for a common cold was bleeding? The platform chairman was turning to Doctor Benson and saying: will be introduced by Doctor Joseph Benson, of New York City, who has known him personally for years. Doctor Benson.тАЭ Before he arose, Benson leaned over and whispered, тАЬI'm going to lay it on thick.тАЭ тАЬDon't you do it, Joe. For God's sake, have a heart.тАЭ Benson snorted. Benson addressed the gathering. тАЬLadies and gentlemen: Dr. Clark Savage Jr.тАЭ he said. Benson sat down. THE accident happened when they were leaving the Coliseum, after he had insulted all the good doctors, and after they had crawled all over him with questions and arguments and insults, as he had expected them to do. He had, as a whole, come off rather well, he thought. He had put his epithelioma ideas in their hands, or, in other words, the hands of the gods. Time would tell whether he had really found an effective treatment for cancer. He was not the only victim of the accident. He and Doctor Benson and four other surgeons were in the group who were leaving by a side door, intent on going to a coffee shop across the street for food and an argument. Six of them. Of the six, Doctor Benson was the one who escaped. |
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