Doc Savage: The Secret of Satan's Spine (The Wild Adventures of Doc Savage Book 15) Read Online Free PDF

his lined face.
    After that, Monk stopped paying attention to him.
    This inattention proved to be short-lived.
    For suddenly, the cavernous hall that was Pennsylvania Station, which had been buzzing with the chatter of passengers, the clattering arrival of trains from far distances, and the incessant tramping of feet on flooring, was pierced by a feminine scream.
    Monk Mayfair had not known Davey Lee long enough to recognize her individual scream. But something about the way the cry echoed made his heart jump up in his chest, and his entire body pivot in the direction of the sound.
    He saw at once that the mature man with the smoky hair appeared to have discovered the person he was waiting for. It was a woman. He took hold of her roughly. She struggled.
    And in struggling, a second scream erupted from her throat.
    The distance was great, and it was blocked by a constant traffic of people. Monk Mayfair’s eyes popped and his jaw sagged as he recognized under a pert hat the distinctive blonde tresses of none other than Davey Lee!
    “Daggone it!” howled Monk. He charged into the crowd, jostling packed people aside like a human battering ram. He tried to be gentle about it, but the scream made him fear for the worst. Pennsylvania Station in the early morning hustle and bustle was no place to commit a murder, but this was New York, where anything is possible.
    “Get out of the way!” Monk yelled, shouldering between two men who had stopped to rubberneck in the direction of the screaming woman.
    The hairy chemist made credible time, even with the human obstacles continually blocking him.
    Unfortunately, the smoke-haired man made better time.
    He could be heard to say, “You’re coming with me! And no backtalk!”
    “No, no, I won’t!” This from Davey Lee in her recognizably syrupy but now fear-warped voice.
    Monk pushed an obstructing soldier aside, weaved between two others, and managed to reach the spot where he had last seen the girl and the large man. By the time he reached that point, they were deeper in the crowd, and nowhere to be seen.Swiveling his almost neckless head around, Monk yelled out to no one in particular, “Dang it! Where the heck did they go?”Grabbing a porter at random, he practically tore off his red jacket, demanding, “Where did that gray-haired guy and the blonde gal go?”
    The porter stabbed a finger in what appeared to be a random direction and said, “That away, suh.”
    “Did you see them go that way or are you just making it up?” demanded Monk.
    “Whatever suits you. Just let go of my jacket.”
    Monk did and went charging into the milling crowd, flailing and floundering and calling out to the girl.
    “Miss Lee! Where are you?”
    “Over here!” shrilled the blonde.
    Monk looked about wildly. “Where?”
    “Here! Oh!— don’t let them take me!”
    “Where is here?” bellowed Monk angrily. “I can’t see a dang thing!”
    The answer that came started off strong and became muffled in the way that voices sound smothered when a hand compresses the person’s mouth.
    “Cigarette—”
    Monk took that to mean a cigarette vending machine, and went in search of one.
    The first one he found offered no proximity to the missing Davey Lee.
    By this time the homely chemist was beside himself and went charging around like a madman, calling her name over and over again.
    This uproar brought a policeman charging up, looking very red in the face.
    “What’s going on here?” he demanded.
    Monk yelled, “A woman is being abducted! We gotta find her. Fast!”
    “What woman? Where?”
    Monk growled, “If I knew where she got to, I’d be right on her heels, wouldn’t I now?”
    “Slow down, buddy,” said the cop, sticking the round end of his truncheon in the hairy chemist’s barrel chest. “Let’s hear your tale.”
    Monk Mayfair was in no mood to slow down. He knew if he didn’t move fast, Davey Lee’s abductors would spirit her out of the station, or possibly onto a