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That line of thought iced up completely when he felt metal against the back of his neck.
"Khto tam?" a voice said unpleasantly. Then reworded the inquiry in English. "Who is this?"
"Use that gun on him," another voice said sharply.
Monk had the absurd and ghastly feeling that he had gone far out somewhere in a black endless pace
that was flecked faintly with crimson.
There was no impression of falling or even of motion. But everything was perfectly static and as
restful as Death.
There was the added disagreeable fact that he didn't seem to have his head with him.
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Chapter VII
Inside the radio-transmitter room, Doc Savage stood frowning down at a turntable on which a record
was being broadcast.
It was a propaganda piece optimistically beamed at the United States in English and so unbelievable
that it wouldn't be convincing. The same thing had happened to the Nazis when they stated believing
the sound of their own voices.
Ham Brooks said: "We won't have to change the beam setting for direction. The indicator says
approximately due north. And there's enough spread to hit the monitors which will be listening for us."
Doc cross over and swung out the transmitter rack cover and examined the oscillator section where
the frequency was first created which would later go out on the ether in the form of radio transmission.
It was here that he would have to change the wavelength of the transmitted signal so that the monitor
stations in America would get it immediately.
The transmitter, he knew, was a copy of an American rig. Even to the shape of the crystal holder.
The crystal of course controlled the wavelength.
"You mean you came prepared with a spare crystal cut to our American monitoring frequency?"
Ham exploded.
"It seemed like a good idea," Doc said. "Here we go.. That telephone is going to ring the minute we
go off the air. Answer and tell them that it's transmitter trouble."
He pulled switches & got the outfit off the air & yanked the crystal, substituted his own, and did a
quick job of re-tuning & and then picked up a microphone and adjusted the gain on it.
Ham's jaw fell when he heard the coded message that the Bronze Man spoke into the mike.
It was spoken in Russian, cleverly done, consisting of a berating tirade directed against the engineer
in the station. It would pass as an argument which 2 engineers were having over an electrical difficulty
with the equipment. Something that a live microphone might have just happened to pick up.
Doc finished. He jerked the station off the air & changed the crystals back the way they were &
and began re-tuning again.
The telephone rang.
Ham picked up the instrument & listened & and said angrily in Russian: "Eta ochen grossna!"
He was evidently shout at because he shouted back, this time without an apology.
He ended with a tirade, tore the phone loose from its wires, and said: "I hope these engineers had a
reputation for bad tempers."
"The station is back on the air," Doc said.
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He went over and broke a restorative ampul under the nostrils of each of the 2 Russian station
engineers, ensuring their awakening within a few moments.
"Let's get out of here."
"How long have we got to wait?" Ham asked.
"4-or-5 hours," Doc guessed. "That is based on the weather, though. If everything is grounded, it
might be more difficult."
"These sleet storms usually break up a little after daylight, don't they?"
"Let's hope this one does."
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The girl Seryi stood in the darkness. A tall cold figure in a sheath of a black raincoat on which the
ice clung.
She spoke two English words and one Russian one.
"You understand roozhyo?"
She also moved her hand a little make sure they saw the dark gun there.
Doc Savage stared at her blankly, thinking how silly it was that she would ask them if they
understood a gun, phrasing it that way.
Then he realized that she was probably very terrified -- even if more determined than terrified -- and
to be dealt with cautiously.
"I waited here in your car," she said. "It would hold three, will it not? I wish to ride back to the city
with you."
Ham Brooks said "Oh brother!" softly and then on a wild note demanded "Where's Monk & "
He hurriedly changed that to: "Where's that monkey-faced commissar?"
"That is why I wish to ride with you."
Seryi's voice was as loose a leaf in the darkness.
"Huh?"
"I am instructed to tell you," she said, "that the commissar -- shouldn't we call him Mr. Monk
Mayfair, eminent chemist, adventurer, and Doc Savage associate -- has exactly 2 hours to live unless
you rescue him."
"How come?"
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"Hold it a minute," Doc Savage said.
He had been trying to figure out how they had been trailed her. He now got the same thought that
Monk had investigated.
The bronze giant switched on the shortwave radio & tuned the higher frequencies & and got the
telltale receiver "blocking".
He investigated.
The transmitter was in a cardboard box that was properly marked Vnootrennyaya troopka (inner
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