Doc Savage: Phantom Lagoon (The Wild Adventures of Doc Savage) Read Online Free PDF

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    Doc began removing his smock. It presently became obvious that he possessed the muscular development of a gladiator. He stood taller than he had at first seemed, which was the result of the unusual symmetry of his wonderfully well-developed physique.
    “I think you have us wrong, lady,” Monk interjected.
    Henrietta spun on the apish chemist.
    “You stay out of this, King Kong!” Whirling back to Doc, she said, “Listen, I read about you in a magazine. You’re professional trouble hunters, ain’tcha?”
    “In a way,” Doc admitted. “But we are not for hire.”
    “Whatcha mean—not for hire?”
    Doc, showing more patience than the occasion demanded, replied, “We mix in things that interest us—and where we can do some good. We don’t care to be hired, and we certainly don’t go into anything unless we know what it is.”
    Henrietta’s face grew indignant. Her voice reclaimed some of its previous volume.
    “Well, you’re going to work for me, like it or not! And don’t think—”
    Doc Savage broke in. It was a testament to the restrained power of his voice that it was heard over Henrietta’s screeching.
    “We are not interested, Miss. Monk—show her to the door.”
    “With pleasure,” Monk declared. Ambling up, he batted Henrietta’s flailing hands away and tucked her under one hairy arm. The blonde firecracker kicked wildly, pounding helplessly on the hairy chemist’s chest.
    As the apish Monk carried her from the reception room, Henrietta howled a parting threat, “You mugs! You’ll see! You don’t know who you’re fooling with! I’m Hornetta Hale!”
    MONK MAYFAIR bore the struggling, kicking blonde to their special elevator, summoned the cage with the thumb-press of a button, and when it arrived casually asked, “This the lift you took?”
    “Yeah, you big monkey. It practically disjointed my skeleton on the way up.”
    Monk chuckled good-naturedly. “Well, you might want to curl up in a ball on account of the ride down is even more bone-jarrin’.”
    The doors opened and the hairy chemist deposited the blonde into the waiting cage. He sent it on its way.
    As the doors closed, the blonde hellion called out, “You’ll hear from my lawyer! I’ll sue your pants off for this, don’t think I won’t.”
    Grinning broadly, Monk started back for the reception room. Ham suddenly burst out, saying, “Come on, you baboon!” He pointed imperatively to the door with his recovered sword cane.
    “What’s up, now?”
    “Trouble down in the screening room.”
    So fast did the elevator run that by the time the pair reached it, the cage was again free, having deposited Hornetta Hale in the lobby.
    They reached the twentieth floor screening room and found two men there. At sight of them, Monk and Ham went instantly on guard. One was tall and thin and held a pearl-gray handkerchief before his face. A rust-colored overcoat enveloped his rangy form, and the brim of his hat was pulled down low. The other was short and blond and had a nondescript air about him.
    “Can we help you gentlemen?” Ham asked coolly.
    “Yeah,” said the shorter of the two. “We’re looking for a woman.”
    “Really?”
    Monk asked, “A blonde? Kind of sassy?”
    “Yeah. That’s her. Where is she?”
    “I ain’t seen hide nor hair. I was just testin’ you. We get a lot of cranks here.”
    “We have to screen visitors very carefully,” added Ham in a suave tone.
    The pair didn’t know whether to explode or not. They stood on their feet with a general air of race horses awaiting the starter’s pistol.
    “What makes you think you’d find your nameless blonde here?” Ham asked pointedly.
    “Just a hunch. You see, she’s my kid sister. Goes by the name of Hornetta. She fell out of a tree a few months ago and it knocked her cock-eyed, if you know what I mean.”
    “Cock-eyed, eh?” said Ham.
    “Yeah. Hornetta’s a little off. She’s been talking about coming here to see Doc