DOC SAVAGE: THE INFERNAL BUDDHA (The Wild Adventures of Doc Savage) Read Online Free PDF

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    The name of Colonel John Renwick is one spoken with renown throughout the civilized world. His engineering feats are legendary. In that regard, he is considered almost without peer. He is also a notable adventure-seeker, when he is not engaged in his profession.
    For Colonel Renwick is famed as an associate of Doc Savage, worker of seeming miracles. It is taken for granted that many residents of Singapore have heard of Doc Savage.
    Doc Savage, Man of Bronze and individual of more or less mystery, is a fellow to whom fantastic things often happen. Little is known of him, because he goes to great lengths to keep out of the public eye. It is, however, well known that he is almost a physical marvel and a mental genius.
    Doc Savage’s profession is undoubtedly the strangest thing about him. Trouble is his specialty—other people’s trouble. He is something of a knight in armor, who travels to the far corners of the earth to aid the oppressed, to right wrongs and to war upon those who operate outside the law.
    Doc Savage, it is understood, does not work for pay. Yet, he always had fabulous sums at his command. The source of his wealth is a mystery.
    At present, Colonel Renwick is in Singapore to organize construction of a rubber plantation railway. The Hotel Raffles will be his headquarters for the duration of his work here.
    There was more of it. The newshawk who had written that story must have been an ardent admirer of Doc Savage. The news story was more about Doc Savage than it concerned Colonel John Renwick.
    The item asserted that Doc Savage was a modern wonder man. He had evidently mastered all sciences, from aeronautics to atomic theory. He was called Doc, however, because of his surgical skill. But he was no runty super-brain. His physical development was said to be prodigious.
    Mary Chan decided that if half of what was being said about Doc Savage were factual, he was harbinger of what men would be like in the twenty-first century—a combination of Hercules, Sir Galahad and Thomas Edison.
    “How very interesting,” she said, beginning to murmur to herself. “I had been planning to talk to the British authorities about this. They would know what to do.”
    She frowned, and read the item again.
    “On the other hand,” she declared, “I know nothing of this Doc Savage. I have never even heard of him before.”
    She sat back and contemplated her shapely hand. Her nails needed a do, she decided.
    “I’ve got to stop talking to myself,” she announced firmly, “and start doing things.”
    She paid her bill and commandeered a jinricksaw taxi. Dodging autos, trams, and hurling over the ubiquitous open monsoon drainage culverts, it deposited her before the Hotel Raffles after a bumpy ride that included being dragged up flights of stone steps—much of Singapore being built along vertical lines.
    At first, the very British clerk—Singapore is a British protectorate, after all—pretended not to have heard of any Colonel John Renwick.
    “I believe in getting to the point,” Mary Chan told him.
    “A sterling attitude,” agreed the clerk.
    “I have only to-night learned of the existence of Colonel John Renwick and, believe it or not, have never heard of Doc Savage, but I believe Doc Savage is the only man who can avert the calamity.”
    This caught the desk man’s attention.
    “What calamity?” he enquired.
    “The end of civilization,” said Mary Chan in an earnest tone of voice.
    The desk man stared at her a long time.
    Mary Chan asked, “Do you think this is a matter that would interest Doc Savage?”
    “Undoubtedly,” said the clerk, scrutinizing Mary Chan’s attractive ivory-complected face.
    “Do you think I could see Colonel Renwick?”
    “I should,” said the clerk with resignation in his voice, “be afraid to say otherwise.”
    “Thank you,” said Mary upon receiving the room number. It was on the third floor so she took the stairs.
    COLONEL RENWICK threw open the door after the second