"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 101 - The Green Eagle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"You suspect me?"

"I guess you’d call it that."

McCain said, "You must have seen me bending over Panzer last night on the path."

Ben nodded. "That’s right."

McCain said, "I was taking a walk last night. I happened to be near the path when I saw Albert Panzer
lying there senseless. I thought maybe a footpad had waylaid him, so I looked in his pockets to see if he
had been robbed. His money and billfold were still in his clothing, so I decided he had just passed out
because of the altitude. Being around senseless people upsets me, makes me ill. So I left immediately. I
felt a little ill, and sat down for a time on my way back to the ranch. Then I got mixed up in my directions
and lost some more time. By the time I got back, you and Panzer were already there. So I didn’t say
anything."

Ben pushed against the ground with his heels to make himself swing back and forth in the hammock.

"That’s a good story," he said. "It takes care of everything."

"But you don’t believe it?" McCain said without any change in tone.

"Nope."

"It’ll have to do you, I’m afraid."

"Uh-huh." Ben stopped swinging. "How does the boss’ face look this morning?"

"D’Orr’s face?"

"Yeah. Bumped into a door last night, he said."

"I haven’t seen him," McCain said with no sign of interest.

Ben stood up and gave his large batwing chaps a hitch. There was a cool breeze from the north this
morning, and in the distance a cow was bawling. Ben said, "I bet one of them guys that tried to rob me
has got a sore face this mornin’. I sure went over his puss good with one of my spurs."
McCain showed no interest in that, either.

"Well, so long," Ben said. "Be careful this altitude don’t give you a faintin’ spell."

"I’ll watch it," McCain said.

Ben found D’Orr. There was a strip of adhesive tape down the left side of D’Orr’s face, another down
his nose, and two pieces of tape on his chin.

Ben remarked, "That door must’ve been part wild cat."

D’Orr’s temper was vile. He snapped, "Listen, Donald Duck, four of the guests have been hunting you
for an hour. They want you to guide them up to the Forks today."