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

MOST males would admit that looking at Patricia Savage was an experience. She was a cousin of Doc Savage, a distant one, but she had some of the family characteristics which made Doc a striking figure. She had his height, and his remarkable bronze hair, and she had -- almost -- the strange flake-gold eyes which were Doc's outstanding peculiarity of appearance. She was something to be shown in kodachrome.



"I won't laugh at you," she told them. "But it's an effort not to."



Monk asked sourly, "How'd you know we would sneak out by the fire escape?"



"I figured that as soon as you told Doc I was here, he would get some such impulse," she said. "What's going on?"



"Going on?"



"Now, now, don't keep me in suspense," Pat told him. "And don't beat around the bush. Why did you rush to Lisbon? Why did Doc rush to Lisbon? What is it this time?"



"I don't know," Monk said. "And that's the truth. Doc hasn't taken time to tell us anything."



"But something is in the pot?"



"Of course."



They had returned to the sinful-looking velvet interior of the suite which Monk and Ham occupied. Monk and Ham skidded their handbags into the bedroom, and waited for Doc and Pat to have a row. Doc would come out loser, they surmised, but it should be interesting to listen to.



Doc Savage lodged himself in a chair. He knew Monk and Ham expected to hear a row, and he knew Pat expected him to start one, and he decided to fool them. He wouldn't have an argument with Pat.



He looked thoughtfully at the floor. And in a moment his fears and his nervousness wrapped around him like a clammy blanket. His mood became like something from a grave.



Ten thousand curses, he thought gloomily, upon whatever it was that made Pat like dangerous excitement. Pat was okay. She was lovely. She was so beautiful she made men foolish, and she had brains. He wished to God she would marry some nice guy and mastermind him into becoming President, or something.