"019 (B011) - Fear Cay (1934-09) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

The article was a pocketbook of good quality, and its plumpness hinted at a plentiful content. The sinewy cables on the bronze man's hands flowed easily as he opened the purse.



There was a popping sound, such a noise as might have been made by a stubborn cork being pulled from a bottle. Instantly after that, the bronze man dropped the wallet, and it slithered along the sidewalk for a few feet before coining to a rest.



The man's arms became slack, his strikingly handsome head slumped forward, and he began to weave slightly from side to side. Suddenly, as If a master nerve controlling all of the muscles in his mighty frame had been severed, he collapsed upon the street.





NUMEROUS INDIVIDUALS saw the bronze giant drop, but one was nearer than the others. This man was a bulky fellow with an extremely long nose, a round puncture of a mouth, and a skin which was flushed redly, as if the fellow were very warm. One thing particularly outstanding about the man's appearance was the manner in which he always seemed to be perspiring a little.



The man carried a small, plain black leather case.



He ran toward the prone form of Doc Savage, swooping enroute to pick up the pocketbook which the bronze man had been examining an instant before he collapsed. This went into a pocket.



Reaching Doc Savage, the perspiring man sank to a knee. As he placed his black leather case on the sidewalk, it came open -- and those curious persons who ran up, saw that it held a doctor's equipment.



"This man has been stricken by heart failure!" the man said loudly, after a brief examination.



A taxicab swerved to the curb and the driver craned his neck. The perspiring man stood erect and beckoned sharply at the hackman.



"Give me a hand!" he shouted. "We've got to rush this big fellow to an emergency hospital to save his life!"



The taxi driver tumbled from his machine, ran over and lent his aid to moving the recumbent Doc Savage. The hackman was burly, but the two of them grunted and strained, so heavy was the giant bronze form they were carrying to the cab.



A cop pounded up, puffing, "Begorra, what's goin' on here?"