"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 049 - The Mental Wizard" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

When he withdrew his head, he looked wide-eyed, startled. His lips made words, but not sounds.
His patriots, who had drawn near, withdrew. Amber O’Neel was fat, innocent-looking. Just a benign,
chubby gentleman to the eye. To look at him, you’d trust him with your bank roll. Those who knew him
didn’t even want to be around him.

That look on Amber O’Neel’s face scared his patriots.

Amber O’Neel showed no signs of being aware of the flurry among his lovers of liberty—and loot. His
guns hung limply in his hands. His mouth kept working, and he swallowed with a great deal of effort, as if
trying to down half a banana without chewing it.

"Fever!" he exploded. "That’s what it is! Blast me, I’ve got it, and I’m delirious!"

Then he did something that would have made an onlooker laugh—but not to Amber O’Neel’s face.

He hit himself on the head with the barrels of both guns simultaneously, just hard enough to convince
himself he was awake. He looked somewhat childishly pained, then shoved his head into the plane’s
cabin again.

"At first, I figured I was seein’ things," he said, sharply. "What’s the idea of the regalia, lady?"

The fantastically garbed young woman said nothing,



SHE was a fabulous creature.

Her hair, perhaps, was most striking of all. It was spun gold. Not the spun gold that the poets rhyme
about. They mean their girls’ hair to be only like unto spun gold in color and texture. This girl’s hair was
spun gold. At least, it had been treated with some gilt process.

She had an oval face with a tendency to length, and there was something absolutely aristocratic about the
chiseling of her features. She was not the kind of a beauty every man would try to flirt with. They would
hold their breath when she went by.

But it was her attire which held Amber O’Neel breathless. The garments were scanty, in a sense. First
was an affair to take care of the upper body, leaving arms and shoulders bare.

It was something like the halter of a modernistic bathing suit. Only halters of modernistic bathing suits are
not usually made of cloth composed of chain mesh of heavy gold.

The lower part of the strange ensemble was a pair of shorts of the same rich yellow material, and tall
sandals of an unusual-looking leather, which was apparently very pliable.

"Hey?" Amber O’Neel barked. "You knocked speechless or something when the plane crashed?"

The strange-looking young woman pointed with an arm instead of answering. The pointing gesture
focused O’Neel’s attention on a strange set of adornments on the exquisitely formed arm. Men’s wrist
watches. Six of them, strung in two bracelets.