Red Snow by Kenneth Robeson;Lester Dent

Author:Kenneth Robeson;Lester Dent
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-06-20T01:26:42+00:00

Chapter 9. MYSTERIOUS ISLE

DOC SAVAGE did not question the girl further at the moment, but moved away, searching, eyes alert, following the trail made by Fluency Beech and his party. This came to a disappointing end. It terminated at a curving concrete boulevard. There were fresh drops of grease on the cement, as if cars had stood there recently. The machines were now gone.

Returning to the vicinity of the fantastic bare place where the Red Snow had fallen, Doc Savage conducted an extensive search for tracks. He found some.

The footprints had been made by four men, and they did not approach within closer than a hundred feet of the place where the Red Snow had descended with such incredible results. The men who had made the tracks had retreated and had entered a car which had been pulled into a clump of bushes a considerable distance down the curving boulevard from where Fluency Beech's men had parked their machine.

Doc Savage read the slowly straight-entering grass stems, the drying juice which heavy feet had pressed from weeds, as if they had been lines on a printed page.

"They fled about the same time that Fluency Beech's men departed," he advised.

"Then we're stumped," Monk muttered.

Doc now devoted some time to questioning the young woman. She answered all of his queries directly, without hesitation, and not once did she alter her story in any detail. Nor was she able to reveal anything of more bearing on the mystery than that which she had already divulged.

Monk drew Doc aside. "Do you think she's lying?"

The bronze man said, "Monk, there is one subject which I gave up studying a long time ago, simply because it seemed impossible to get the thing down to a point where it could be understood with any reliability."

"Women?" Monk asked.

"Exactly," Doc told him "Personally, I never could even tell when one was lying to me."

The girl approached and said, "I haven't asked you many questions. Just how much do you know about this affair?"

"Not a whole lot," Doc admitted.

"Then you do not know how to get on the trail of the black-faced men?"

"There is one possible plan," Doc said. "What is it?" she asked. "I thought of one, too. Maybe it is the same one."

"These fellows seem to know a great deal about what is going on," Doc told her. "They undoubtedly watch the newspapers. We can run an advertisement which will draw their attention, and possibly get in touch with them by that method."

"Yes," said the girl. "If we can just draw their attention to us in such a way that it will not be too dangerous. I did not think of the newspapers. What kind of an advertisement will you run?"

"We'll insert it now," Doc said. "We'll compose it on the way to a newspaper office."

It proved something of a task to get the advertisement in the first editions of the morning papers. The advertising forms were closed the day before, it was explained at the newspaper office. But

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