"Doc Savage Adventure 1943-05 The Talking Devil" - читать интересную книгу автора (Doc Savage Collection)

Ham Brooks came in with this in his hands, a scowl on his face, and said, "Blast them! I think we could stick them for libel and slander on the strength of that. Doc, shall we try it?"

Doc Savage shook his head, but he was thoughtful. On the big inlaid table which was one of the principal articles of furniture in the reception room of his eighty-sixth floor headquarters, lay the other metropolitan newspapers, all of which contained items about what had happened last night at Madison Square Garden.

"Ham," Doc said quietly, "it seems I made two mistakes."

"One of them when you operated on Sam Joseph?"

"Yes."

"What was the other one?"

"When I overlooked your suggestion that something might not be on the up-and-up about this thing," Doc said.

Ham grinned. "We better get to looking into it, eh?"

Doc nodded.

"We better," he said.

Another interested reader of the newspapers that day was Butch, the timid-looking soul. He read them and rubbed his hands together in glee.

He carried his newspapers and his delight to Dr. Nedden. "It's beginning to roll," Butch said. "You think we ought to have another meeting?"

Dr. Nedden was worried. He had not been sleeping well and was losing weight. He was getting peevish.

"Call a meeting?" he said, and sneered. "Are you forgetting it is the man we work for who calls the meetings?"

Butch grinned. "That's right. 0. K., then. I just got too happy over this. But it's sure rolling now, ain't h?"

Dr. Nedden looked at the newspapers, wet his lips and admitted, "It's rolling, all right."

"What are you afraid of, doctor? You look like a singed cat."

"It's trying to perpetrate a thing like this on a man like Doc Savage," muttered Dr. Nedden.

"Hell, it's so big it can't fail."

"Savage will start investigating before long."

"It'll be built up too much for him to stop it by then. And he doesn't know what is behind it. He'll never guess. The thing is so unexpected that it would be the last thing in the world he would look for."

Dr. Nedden nodded. "The murder doesn't help my sleep." he confessed.

"Murder? Oh, that." Butch laughed. "Didn't you know the Harrisons were going to be taken care of tonight?"

"More murders?"