"143 (B094) - Violent Night (The Hate Genius) (1945-01) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

HE decided not to tell her now. There were several reasons for not doing so. There might be a microphone in the room, for one thing. The main reason was that he had, actually, not the slightest intention of letting Pat get involved in the affair. He couldn't think of a way now of bustling her off to New York, but he hoped to. In the meantime, he would keep her from finding out anything.



He said, "The man is a little less than average size, ruddy complexion, a few freckles, a grin like a man about to bite a baby. And red hair. The reddest hair you ever saw. Know him?"



"Not in my book," Monk said.



"I don't recall such a person," Ham said.



Pat looked interested. "Does he laugh a lot when he talks, and tell corny gags now and then? Seems to have a fancy cane and gloves to match every suit he wears?"



"About his talk I couldn't say, but he had brown gloves and a cane," Doc admitted. "He got on my trail as soon as I stepped off the plane."



Pat said, "He must be a fellow who has been popping his eyes at me. Didn't seem like a bad egg."



"You met him?"



"He introduced himself."



"What seemed to be his business?"



"Monkey business, the same as most guys who introduce themselves to me," Pat said. "He didn't strike me as a bad character, although he gets you down with his jokes, and you have the feeling that he has more energy than he knows what to do with."



"Know anything definite about him?"