"020 (B026) - Death in Silver (1934-10) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

Ham said, "I had the same idea before you did."



In the skyscraper lobby were a number of telephone booths. Monk entered one of these, found the outside connections undisturbed by the blast, and called the number of Doc Savage's headquarters.



The headquarters was a strange aerie on the eighty-sixth floor of the most impressive skyscraper in uptown New York, and the bronze man spent much of his leisure there. Actually, Doc Savage allowed himself no leisure in the accepted sense, all of his time being spent in research, in experiments, in study. There was a fabulously equipped library and laboratory in the headquarters.



"Doc?" asked Monk.



The question was unnecessary - Doc Savage had a remarkable voice, one which was powerful, yet controlled, modulated, giving the impression of almost eerie strength. Unmistakable, that voice.



"I just saw an extra edition of the newspaper," said Doc Savage. "Was your laboratory damaged by the explosion?"



"Some," Monk admitted. "But that isn't what I called about, Doc. There is something underhanded going on down here."



"We do not involve ourselves in anything the police can handle," Doc reminded.



"I figured you'd be interested," Monk explained. "You see, it's a queer business all along. First, there's nothing to show what caused the explosion - or if there is, they haven't found it yet. Then a guy in silver murdered Clarence Sparks, a Winthrop employee."



"What is this?" Doc asked sharply.



"A bird dressed up in a sort of silver coverall suit and a silver mask, shot Sparks with a bow and arrow just as we were about to question the fellow. Sparks seemed to know something."



"Did the killer resemble the strange silver-clothed figures who have recently committed a series of big robberies and who also sunk the Transatlantic Company's liner, Avallancia?" Doc questioned.



"Sure," said Monk. "I think he was one of the gang."