"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 016 - The King Maker" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

“Doc'll talk to you first,” he said kindly.

“Thank you.” She started for the door.

Baron Damitru Mendl snapped, “I am the Calbian ambassador to the United States. My business is important!”

Monk frowned. “You could be the king, and it wouldn't make any difference around here.”

When she entered the ample library and saw Doc Savage, the old woman's mouth sagged open. She was more than a
little impressed by the bronze giant.

“Doc Savage?” she quavered. “I've heard a great deal about you and the wonderful things you do. You help poor
people who are in trouble, don't you?”

Doc Savage's nod and the tone of his reply were calculated to put her at ease. “Something like that,” he said.

“My poor son,” said the visitor rapidly. “He's crippled. The doctors say they can't help him. I've heard that you can do
many things better than any other man. I read in the paper that you are one of the greatest chemists in the world, and
that nobody knew as much about electricity as you do. But, above everything else, is your skill as a surgeon. I want
you to help my boy!”

Doc Savage said nothing. The tiny lights flickered in the flake-gold of his eyes.

“I know you can help him,” quavered the elderly lady. “You see, his legs—”

“It will be better to make the diagnosis myself,” Doc Savage put in quietly.
“Then you'll help him!” The elderly visitor sounded as if she were about to burst into delighted tears.

“Where is he now?”

“In my room at 7832 East Fourteenth Street.”

The tiny lights in the bronze man's eyes seemed to grow a bit more brilliant.

A box of apparatus, replete with knobs and dials, stood on a stand at his elbow. A microphone was attached to this.
Leaning over, the bronze man flicked the switch, then spoke into the microphone.

The elderly woman seemed startled when she heard his words. To her, it was plain the syllables were not
understandable. They were in some weird, not unmusical, guttural language.

Doc Savage switched off the apparatus, then glanced at his guest.

“The matter of your son will be looked into,” he stated.

“What did you say into that box of a thing?” the old woman asked, surprisingly enough.

Doc Savage seemed not to hear the inquiry. He bowed her politely to the door.

The success of her mission seemed to have moved the elderly woman to an ecstasy of delight. Once she was in the
outer office, she appeared unable to control her pleasure. She hobbled to Baron Damitru Mendl, kneading her hands