"012 (B043) - The Man Who Shook The Earth (1934-02) - Lester Dent (b)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"Then you do admit having him!"
"You’re mistaken," Doc told her.
The young woman plainly did not wish to chance looking at Doc again. She was
afraid of his hypnotic powers, yet his mighty bronze figure drew repeatedly her
unwilling gaze.
"John Acre called me and told me he was coming here!" she snapped.
"Did he ask you to meet him here?" Doc questioned.
The girl hesitated. "No—but I came anyway. There were some things I wanted to
ask him."
"We do not know where John Acre is," Doc told her.
"Liar!" rapped the girl.

DOC fell silent. There was one subject about which he did not possess universal
knowledge. Personally, he believed it was impossible to ever learn much about
the topic. The subject of his deficiency was—women.
Doc did know enough about the fair sex to realize there was no use in arguing.
She thought he was a liar, and that was that.
"Where is John Acre?" demanded the girl, putting a grim emphasis on each word.
Doc said nothing. Monk and Ham said nothing. Monk frankly stared. At the moment,
the homely chemist could not remember having seen a more gorgeous bit of
femininity.
The young woman rolled her eyes to keep them away from Doc. Her gaze touched
upon various objects of furniture, returning frequently to the men to make sure
they made no overt move.
A wastebasket stood near a comfortable chair and a reading lamp. A folded,
discarded newspaper projected from the basket.
Two words of a headline were visible:
EARTHQUAKE IN—
The sight of the two words in the headline had a strange effect on the girl.
Horror came upon her face. Her throat tightened visibly.
Doc, Monk, and Ham exchanged glances. The headline had stricken the girl with
terror. It had to be the headline—from where she stood, only the larger type was
readable.
The girl sank by the wastebasket. She seemed to have forgotten Doc and the other
two. She wrenched the newspaper from the basket, and spread it open.
"In Chile!" she gasped. "And it got another of them!"
"Another of who?" Doc demanded.
The girl made no answer.
Doc glanced at Monk. "Remember the telephone conversation recorded on the wax
record?" he asked.
"Sure," Monk grunted. "There was something said about mysterious earthquakes."
"What’s behind this?" Doc asked the young woman in gold.
The girl arose. Although they had made no effort to seize her while she was so
interested in the newspaper headline about earthquakes, she again pointed her
big automatic at them.
"You’re wasting your time trying to make me think you do not know what it is all
about," she declared.
Monk shrugged impatiently. He waved a furry hand in Doc’s direction. "Do you
know who this bronze fellow is, young lady?"
"He’s the notorious Doc Savage," the girl snapped.