"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 179 - The Green Master" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

Monk shook his head. “I told you what he said. Asked me about it.” Monk flushed uncomfortably. “And
I told him one had come in the mail.”

“Why did you tell him that?”

“I didn't want to, dammit,” Monk said in embarrassment. “That was part of the razzle-dazzle. I tell you,
this guy ran some kind of a whizzer on me.”

“Hypnotism?”

“Heck, no.”

Doc frowned. “You seem confident it wasn't hypnotism.”

“I know a little about hypnotism,” Monk replied. “I know enough about it to make it a tough job for
anybody to hypnotize me, even with a little time to devote to it. And this guy didn't use any of the
standard formula.” Monk eyed Doc earnestly. “There aren't many hypnotic operators more expert than
you are, Doc, and I don't think even you could run me into even the first stage of hypnotic suggestion as
fast as this guy did. No, I wasn't hypnotized.”

“But you were something?”

“Yeah, I was sure something.”

“We'd better look at that green rock,” Doc said.



THE green rock seemed to be exactly that. It was not even a pleasant shade of green, and it certainly
wasn't a jewel.

“Sort of heavy,” Monk said. “Was there a letter with it or anything when it came?”

“Nothing at all,” Doc told him.

“It was mailed from South America, as I recall,” Monk said. “From Caracas. That's in Venezuela, and
doesn't prove much, except that it's a South America tie-in.”

Doc carried the stone to another part of the laboratory and began to run tests. The test for magnetic
quality was negative, and he tried a Geiger counter on it for radioactivity, also negative.

Monk said thoughtfully, “You know, there's one odd thing about this rock. It feels warm to the touch. I
don't mean hot, but about body temperature.”

Doc Savage looked at Monk sharply and said, “So you noticed that, too.”

“Wait a minute!” Monk began to register amazement. “Who's kidding who, here? You mean that rock
felt warm to you, too?”

“Yes.”