"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 042 - The Midas Man" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

The plane was a small English amphibian, sturdily built. An English pilot employed by Alex Mandebran was
at the controls, and, fairly early in the morning, he made an excellent landing. He taxied up to the hangar of
the airport, and immediately the ship was surrounded by a crowd.

Alex Mandebran proved to be a large man, with an especially good pair of shoulders. He had full lips, a
square jaw, and his general appearance indicated considerable physical strength. His hair was smeared with
gray at the temples, despite the fact that his age had been reported in the newspapers at twenty-eight.

"Really, now, I cawn’t be expected to waste much time, can I?" he said, when asked to answer questions.
"Nawsty thing, you know. Fair takes my breath. I’m in rawther a hurry to get to Philadelphia and investigate
the beastly mess."

Despite the affected English accent, Alex Mandebran seemed a nice enough young man.

"What do you think has happened to your father?" he was asked.

"Really, I cawn’t say yet," he replied.

"What do you think has happened to the twenty million dollars?" was the next question.

"Really, I’d rawther not say as to that either," the young man murmured.

"Do you know anything at all about the case?"

"I am sure that the name of my father will be cleared in the end, oh, definitely! I am going to Philadelphia at
once. I trust I shall have more to say, after I am there a short time."

A reporter inquired, "How long have you been abroad?"

"Most of my life, to tell the truth," said young Mandebran.



AT this point, a very large Negro, wearing a neat blue uniform, stepped up to Alex Mandebran and saluted
deftly.

"Ah got an official cah waitin’ foh yo’, suh," he said.

Alex Mandebran blinked. "I do not understand."

"Police, boss," said the Negro. "They done want to be nice to yo’ all. In this heah cah, ye’ can make a quick
trip, an’ it won’ cos’ a cent."

Taking off his hat, Alex Mandebran ran his fingers through his hair. "The police want to question me?"

"Ah reckons dey do," said the big black man. "Ah wouldn’t know."

The car proved to be a large, dark limousine. The big Negro in the uniform handed young Mandebran into the
rear and got behind the wheel. The car rolled away from the airport and headed for Philadelphia.