"Doc Savage Adventure 1943-05 The Talking Devil" - читать интересную книгу автора (Doc Savage Collection)

"Second cab back of us," Sis said.

"Little man, dark hair, dark skin, blue pin-stripe Suit?"

"That's the one," Sis agreed.

"All right," Rotary said. "Pretty soon we surprise him." They rolled down off the bridge through the shabby commercial district, then started to climb the hill. They topped the rise and rolled down Grand Avenue. Traffic was thick around them now.

Their cab halted for a red light, a big truck on their right. "Pull in ahead of that truck a little," Rotary ordered. Their driver obeyed.

Rotary got out. The truck screened him from the machine behind.

"Go right ahead," he told Sis.

The pursuing cab drew alongside the truck, passing it.

Rotary Harrison jumped out from around the side of the truck. He got an arm around the door post of the cab - its windows were down - drenched the cab door open and was inside.

Rotary showed the occupant of the cab the six-shooter he had inherited from his Indian-fighting dad.


"DON'T jump, hop, skip or reach," Rotary said. "Just sit." He used the kind of a tone he used when he had just lost a string of tools in a six-thousand-foot oil well. It was a tone that would curl wire.

"Follow that second cab ahead," he told the driver. The driver looked around He seemed undecided. Rotary showed him the six-gun and said, "When I shoot a rabbit with this thing, all they generally find is one ear.

The driver followed orders.

They turned left and found a street where there was no traffic. Sis got out of the cab ahead and came back.

"Got him, eh?" She examined the man. "Never saw him before."

The man would have looked suave enough ordinarily perhaps, but now he was scared.

"Go back to the airport," Rotary told their driver.

The cab chauffeur, more than anxious to get rid of his passengers and wash his hands of the whole thing, lost no time in driving back across the river to the airport.

Rotary told his prisoner, "You know what happened to Duster Jones?"

The man said nothing, but more fear swam in his eyes. He knew what had happened to Duster Jones, all right, and apparently that was the big thing now in his mind.

"The same thing will happen to you;" Rotary told him, "if you make one bleat or one jump."

They got out at the airport. The Harrison plane was refueled, ready for the air.

Rotary put the captive in the cabin, indicating that Sis should watch the fellow.

"I'll go get my papers for the New York flight," Rotary explained. "Getting papers every time you turn around in an airplane is a danged nuisance, but on account of the war I guess you gotta do it."