"femaleofthespecies" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gray Russell)

Lew Virova was our nominal leader, but the secret of his success was that he had sense
enough to leave the heavy thinking to Doc May. They made a fine team: Lew, big and hard
and without a spot of fear in his make-up; Doc, fat and mild and harmless-looking. I don't
know of another man who could blueprint a bank job like Doc May, and there wasn't anybody
who could carry the plan out like Lew Virova. We'd lifted the dough from the Trevan
National Bank so smoothly that I couldn't quite get it out of my head that it hadn't been
just another of the many rehearsals Doc had put us through.

"That the place?" Doc asked.

The sun glinted on white walls between tall spruces which covered a knoll on our left.
I nodded, and Doc swung the sedan onto the narrow, rutted road which climbed up to the
house.

In front of the porch, Doc stopped the car. As Lew was getting out, Kyra Lockman
called from a window: "Who are you looking--" And abruptly her voice broke off.

"The phone!" Lew yelped. "We gotta stop her!"

His gun fell into his hand. Stoop and Babe each kicked open a back door and tumbled
out of the car. The three of them charged up the porch steps and through the front door.
There was a short, sharp scream, followed by a jumble of voices.

I picked up the black satchel and got out slowly. Doc May was waiting to take it from
me. The folds of his fat face were creased in a smile.

"So you're afraid to face them, Joey ?"

"There's no phone in the house," I said, evading an answer. I didn't want Doc to think
I was mushy.

"How come an honest criminal like you demeaned himself by working?" Doc asked as we
started toward the house.

"That was last month before I tied up with Lew," I explained apologetically. "I was on
my uppers, and I stopped here for a handout. Frank Lockman said he needed his house painted.
They let me live with them as if I was one of the family. Lockman was working with me when
he fell off the roof and broke his legs. They're nice people. Keep the boys away from Mrs.
Lockman, will you, Doc ?"

He glanced sideways at me. "I see. You've fallen for her."

"Wrong this time, Doc. She's one of these quiet, mouselike dames you never bother to
look at. Anyway, she doesn't think there's a man living but her husband."

We were mounting the porch steps. Inside, the voices had ceased.

"So she's fond of her husband?" Doc said, as if thinking aloud.

"Fond! Say, when he broke his legs, she wouldn't let them take him to a hospital or