"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 018 - The Squeaking Goblin" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"Aquatania Hotel?" Chelton Raymond asked over the radio-land line hookup. "It is. . . . Has Doc Savage
registered there yet?. . . When he does, tell him Chelton Raymond desires his presence at once aboard the
yacht."

With a few words, the blond man gave the location of the cove where the yacht was anchored. Then he hung
up, nodding at the radio man to break down the connection.

Tige blinked. "You already sent fur this hure feller?"

"I radioed for him this afternoon," Chelton Raymond admitted.

"You ‘lowed as how we’d need ‘im?"

"Don’t we?" the other demanded dryly.

"Yop. We be needin’ somebody." Tige knobbed a fist and looked at its flinty hardness. "Mought take a
pow’ful lot a’ man to put the fritz on this hure Squeakin’ Goblin spook."

"This Doc Savage is a ‘powerful lot of man,’ as you call him."

"How d’you know?"

"I’ve heard talk, Tige."

"I ain’t never heard a’ him."

"Talk don’t get around the mountains much, Tige."

"Yop, thot’s so. This hure Doc Savage—whut mought be the trade thot he makes his livin’ with?"

"His profession is helping other people out of trouble, Tige."

Tige drew out a twist of native "long green," then extracted a knife from a holster inside his shirt. As indicated
by certain small marks, the long and razor-sharp blade had been hand-hammered from a file. He cut himself a
fresh chew.

"Doc Savage be a hired fighter?" he asked. "Thot it?"

"No!" Chelton Raymond shook a vehement negative. "This man never takes money for his services."

That seemed to bewilder Tige. "He don’t go fur to take no pay?" he asked incredulously.

"Doc Savage is an unusual character—a very famous individual," declared the other. "They tell many stories
of his great strength and his remarkable knowledge. If we have time, Tige, I’ll repeat some of the yarns before
he arrives."

"Be he a lowlander?" Tige demanded.

Chelton Raymond shrugged. "I don’t know."