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

"I remember," said Monk.



"Kirkland Le Page was vice president of Transatlantic Company, owners of the liner Avallancia, which was later sunk by the Silver Death's-Heads," Doc stated.



"Blazes!" exploded Monk. "There's something big behind this!"



"Exactly," Doc agreed.





MONK stood silently in the telephone booth, mentally turning over what Doc Savage had just revealed. The homely chemist nodded slowly to himself. He would have been willing to bet that Doc had been on the verge of investigating the weird Silver Death's-Heads, even if this afternoon's explosion had not occurred.



Monk opened his mouth to speak further - but things began to happen.



There was a stifled yell from the lobby behind Monk, where Ham and the policeman stood. Feet pounded on the lobby floor. There was another yell. A shot banged.



Monk tried to turn. His shoulder spread was vast, the telephone booth small. At first he did not make it. He squirmed to get around.



The booth had glass windows. With a jangling crash, these

caved in. Glass showered Monk. The homely chemist got a

flash of a hand encased in a silver glove. The hand held a

heavy automatic.



Silver glove and weighty gun were all that Monk saw. The weapon lashed for his head. He sought to duck. The booth was too small, and the automatic came down full on the top of his nubbin of a head.



Monk slumped and never felt the gun club down on his head twice again, the blows murderously vicious.