"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 017 - Thousand-Headed Man" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"Doc Savage!" some one breathed. "By Jove! He's the first celebrity I ever saw who looked as big as his
reputation,"

A photographer boomed a flash light gun. That broke the tension.

Something of a riot ensued. The journalists wanted their pictures and stories. The autograph fans desired
Doc Savage's signature. Others wanted merely to look. Doc Savage seemed to wish only to get away
from the crowd.
"No interviews," the bronze man told the newspaper representatives. "Our outfit doesn't go in for
publicity."

His words did not have the sound of a shout, yet the crowd heard them over the noise; there was power,
timbre, in the bronze man's remarkable voice.

Doc Savage stepped out of the plane.

Five men alighted after him. The five made a striking group, although the throng did not get much chance
to observe them.

One of the five could almost have passed as a hairy gorilla. This individual had a pig, evidently a pet,
tucked under one arm. The shoat had enormous ears and long legs, and was as homely an example of the
porker species as his master was of the human race.

Another was a big fellow with fists of unearthly hugeness, while a third was extremely tall and gaunt. Of
the re maining pair, one was pale, unhealthy-looking; and the other a nattily clad man carrying a black
cane.

"Doc Savage's five aides," somebody offered.

"I say - thought he worked alone!" exclaimed another.

"No. Those five men help 'im. Each of them is a bloomin' famous scientist."

Doc Savage and his five men formed a compact wedge; then they drove through the crowd.

The bony man who had been shot at struggled to reach Doc Savage, but the bronze man's party chanced
to take the opposite direction. The thin man cast about frantically; his gaze lighted upon a tractor which
was used to move planes in and out of hangars. He hesitated, as if fearful of exposing himself above the
crowd, then sprang atop the tractor.

"Doc Savage!" he yelled. But scores of other voices were also shouting, and the bronze man paid no
attention.

Diving a fist into his coveralls, the bony man extracted the packet wrapped in oiled paper, then calculated
carefully and threw the packet. The flung object hit Doc Savage.

COLLIDING WITH the bronze man's shoulder, the packet bounced. But the bronze man drove a hand
up and caught it before it was out of reach - a catch that was executed with such blinding speed that
those who saw it blinked unbelievingly, and quite a few failed to even glimpse it.