"Robeson, Kenneth - Doc Savage 1936 09 - Cold Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

bronze had entered, the doors of smooth, chrome steel closed him in. No locks
appeared on these doors. But their electroscopic fastenings made them possible
of opening only to Doc and his five companions in adventure.
Doc first dusted the card bearing the mysterious message. The distinct imprints
of a thumb and forefinger appeared. The card was a trifle grimy. The hand
delivering it had been that of a man who worked. The soiled spots had a brownish
tinge.
The bronze man dropped a colorless liquid upon these spots. The reagent brought
out a definite greenish color.
For the time, Doc made no further tests. He had arrived at one conclusion which
was significant. The hands placing the card in his pocket had been those of a
working chemist.

THE bronze man placed the card carefully in a glass case. The voice of a man was
speaking from the library adjoining the laboratory. It was fretful and
complaining.
"You danged shyster! I waited where you said, but you didnТt show up! Dag-gonit,
you wonТt get the chance to stand me up again!"
The speaker was Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett Mayfair. His voice was shrill
and childlike. But his appearance was that of an ungainly ape covered with
reddish-brown hair. Because of this, he was known as "Monk." He was one of the
worldТs leading industrial chemists.
Monk had been speaking into the telephone. The man he had called a shyster was
Brigadier General Theodore Marley Brooks, otherwise known as "Ham." He was the
legal luminary of Doc SavageТs group.
Hearing MonkТs voice, Doc Savage removed the card from the glass case. He came
into the library and laid the card on the table before Monk.
"I received this about three hours ago," Doc stated. "Those greenish spots were
brown."
Monk touched the edge of the card.
"The No. 7 reagent brought out the green."
Then he named a little-known chemical which had an acid reaction.
"That is correct, Monk," the bronze man approved. "The card was placed in my
pocket."
A huge man with a melancholy face peered at the card and frowned solemnly. He
was Colonel John Renwick, the engineer of the group. The hand "Renny" extended
toward the card lacked little being the size of a ham. He read the words
gloomily.
"Union Exchange, huh?"
The third man in the library said, "ThatТs over in Jersey. And every time we
have business with Jersey there is trouble."
This man had an unhealthy pallor. He was small, compared to the others. But many
larger men had been sharply surprised by his strength and fighting ability.
He was Major Thomas J. Roberts, electrical wizard. His appearance had given him
the name of "Long Tom."

AS Long Tom finished speaking, a clock started chiming with musical notes.
Doc Savage crossed to the desk and picked up the telephone. The clock chimes
touched the final stroke of eight oТclock with a harmonious lingering.
"Union 0-1214," said Doc, when he had the New Jersey connection.