The Man

Doc Savage's remarkable bronze features did not change expression. That did not mean he was unconcerned, for he schooled himself until he possessed an uncanny control over his own emotions. (Death In Silver)

...he liked all types of music, although he rarely had a chance to enjoy it. Doc Savage had not been able to enjoy many of the pleasant things in the life of a normal man. From infancy, he had been trained by elderly, learned scientists who had forgotten how to play; and sometimes he wondered if this unusual upbringing didn't cause him to unconsciously regard men and women with reference to the psychological classification of their minds and how many chemical elements their bodies contained. (The Devil Genghis)

It was low, mellow, and trilling, that sound-like the song of some strange feathered denizen of the jungle, or the sound of a wind crawling through a leafless wilderness. It ran up and down the musical scale, having no tune, yet melodious. Then it ended. The sound...was part of Doc Savage. It was a small, unconscious thing which he did in moments of intense concentration, or when he was surprised. Often when Doc made the sound, he was unaware of doing so... This metallic giant had the strength of a dozen men! (Brand of The Werewolf)

The Abilities

Having flattened the man on his back, holding him with throat clamped so no noise could escape, Doc Savage caused unconsciousness by exerting his specialized pressure on spinal nerve centers. This was as effective as a knockout blow, and not noisy. (The Midas Man)

...he rode in a taxicab, heading toward huge and famous Metropolitan Hall, where he was to stand on a stage and play a violin. Later in the program, he understood he was scheduled to "lick a licorice stick" and "send out with some hep cats," which was the current slang way of saying he was to play a clarinet with a good orchestra. He did not mind mixing classical music with popular "swing," because he had no false, highbrow ideas about what music should be. (The Devil Genghis)

A prowling dog, sighting the bronze man, began to growl fiercely. "Cut it out, old fellow," Doc called. The calm friendliness of the mighty man's tone had a marked effect upon the dog. It exchanged tail-wagging for growling. Doc was forced to toss a rock near the dog to keep the suddenly friendly animal from following him. This was another example of the remarkable things his great voice could do. (Brand of The Werewolf)

Doc's sensitive nostrils had caught certain faint odors - scents which the others had missed. Doc's olfactory organs were of almost animal keenness, for training them was a part of the daily exercise routine which he took unfailingly. (Brand of The Werewolf)

Doc said sharply: "There's nobody here!"
Again the bronze man was voicing what his amazing senses had told him. His ears, sharp beyond those of an ordinary human, had detected no stirrings of life. (Brand of The Werewolf)

It was somewhat uncanny, the ability, which Doc had acquired by long practice, to judge size by eye alone. Like Doc's other unusual accomplishments, there was nothing supernatural about this. It was an accomplishment perfected by his remarkable routine of exercises. (Brand of The Werewolf)

The wild western country produces certain individuals who are known as "sign readers." These are expert trackers, and are employed to trail thieves, find lost live stock, and kindred other jobs. So expert do these men become that they can look at a stretch of ground and see a clear trail where another man can distinguish nothing. Had a sign reader been watching Doc Savage now, he would have been driven to conclude himself a veritable amateur. For it was in actuality no trail at all which Doc followed. The stony earth retained no prints. (Brand of The Werewolf)

Doc grasped the cable and tested it. Then he leaped high in the air and landed, perfectly balanced on his feet, on the cable. He did not go hand over hand across the ropes, as another man might have done. He ran atop it, in the fashion of a tightrope walker. Spray had made the rope very slippery. More treacherous footing would have been difficult to imagine. Doc seemed to give it no more consideration than he would have given a sidewalk. He carried no balancing rod - without which few tightrope walkers venture to perform -
yet his balance was perfectly maintained. The rope sagged in the middle, making the crossing more dangerous. Below, waves darted up like green-snouted, repellent lizards of titanic size. A fail meant certain death. The rope curved sharply upward. Doc tilted far forward to maintain his balance, and his feet slipped repeatedly on the spray-wet fiber. These slippings, which would have raised the hair of a spectator, seemed to affect Doc's nerve not at all. He appeared to be as immune from fear as the metal he resembled. (Brand of The Werewolf)

Doc's Organization

(In addition to his group of five associates-and unwillingly, on occasion, Pat Savage-whom Doc employs, the bronze man also makes use of private detectives. These private agents, however, are not members of any regular commercial service. They work only for Doc Savage, and their work is in addition to whatever trade they happen to follow for a living. They are “graduates” of Doc Savage's unique criminal-curing “college.” This “college” is a secret institution in upstate New York to which Doc sends such criminals as he captures. Here the crooks undergo delicate brain operations which wipe out memory of past. They are then taught to hate antisocial ways, and are educated in a trade. They leave the place excellently equipped to earn a living and without any knowledge of their criminal past. None of these “graduates” have returned to ways of crime. It is Doc's hope that some day his method of handling criminals will supplant penitentiaries, but he is fully aware that his system is too drastic for public acceptance as yet. Hence the secrecy.-THE AUTHOR.) (The Black, Black Witch)

"Get our private-detective organization to work on the friends," Doc directed. "Watch them. Supply every detective with a full description and pictures of MacChesney. They will have MacChesney's photograph on file in the State department in Washington. Get it. Better have a good artist make up several possible disguises around the photograph, and give copies to all the detectives." (The Black, Black Witch)

DOC Savage usually wore a vest of pliable leather under his outer clothing. This vest had numerous pockets, and these held ingenious
devices - apparatus with which Doc Savage could cope with almost any emergency. (Brand of The Werewolf)