"Doc Savage Adventure 1943-05 The Talking Devil" - читать интересную книгу автора (Doc Savage Collection)
"Where will it be done?"
"Kansas City," Butch told him. "Our man is waiting at the airport there now."
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*Early in his career. Doc Savage recognized the need of some permanently effective, but at the same time humane method of treatment for criminals which he captured. The numbers of these criminals as time went on would he considerable. So. out of his skill as a brain surgeon, and his understanding of human psychology. Doc evolved a method of permanently curing criminals of crime. He established an institution in a remote Section of upstate New York, the mountainous area which is surprisingly one of the most deserted sections of the United States. Here he installed brain specialists which he had trained. When he sent a criminal to the "College," the routine does not vary greatly. First the "student" undergoes a brain operation which Doc perfected, and which wires out all memory of past. The criminal, having lost all vicious effects of environment, is then 'training to make a useful and comfortable living at some worthy occupation. The results of Doc's experiment have been remarkable. It was his dream. and still is. to have such a method of criminal treatment widely accepted and practiced. for he feels it is one of the few sure cures for habitual criminality. However, the treatment is far too drastic for public acceptance. It is a hundred or two hundred years ahead of its time, probably, like other things which the bronze man uses regularly.
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Chapter V
MURDER AND KANSAS CITY
R. J. HARRISON had been christened Ranzo John Harrison in his cradle, and he had come to hate the name "Ranzo" and the nickname "Randy" so thoroughly that he never told anyone his two christened names if he could help it. He was now called, and had been called for years, Rotary Harrison. Strangely enough, he did not object to Rotary. He was even proud of it.
The name came from the so-called rotary method of drilling oil wells, as opposed to the cable tool method. Rotary Harrison had been a pioneer in the mid-continent oil fields in the use of rotary drilling.
Rotary Harrison was a big man physically, a hard-hammered giant of a fellow, now a little more thin than he had once been, but with the hard, solid look of a frontiersman in his blue eyes and the same quality in his fists.
it.
He was a spectacular old reprobate. His private airplanes, for example, were always the fastest and most luxurious.
The one he was flying now was a sample.
His daughter, Sister Harrison, was sitting back in the cabin.
Sis was holding a .250/3O00-caliber rifle equipped with a telescopic sight.
Sis was on the spectacular side herself, being a long blond girl who won tennis cups, prizes for riding horses in rodeos, and once, a complimentary squib from a Broadway columnist for knocking a leering stew bum into the middle of next week with a left. These were accomplishments enough, but she was also with mentality, as the saying goes, being the possessor of various scholarship keys which were not given for having oil millions, as well as two hooks and a play she had written, and clippings of many pointed letters she had sent the Tulsa World, her favorite newspaper, concerning what she thought about the oil situation, and its probable effect on the national economy. Assuredly with brains.
Rotary Harrison said, "Sis, there's a river down there. I think it's the Kaw."
"In that case we may make it," Sis said.
"Maybe so. We should hit the Kaw close to Kansas City."
Sis put down the rifle and picked up a pair of good binoculars. She focused these on the sky behind the ship and searched intently for a while.
She eventually located the winged speck that was the plane following them. It was about where it had been during most of the trip.
"We still got our gadfly?" asked Rotary.
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