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

Where’s the telephone? I want a posse!"

Ben asked, "They get the body?"

"Heck, no. They wanted what mazuma me and Henry had, was all!" The sheriff rushed into the
ranch-house.

His neck red with rage, the officer telephoned his deputies in town, telling them to spread an alarm with
the State police and the forest rangers. He described the robbers. There had been two of them. One was
taller than the other by an inch. One wore denim overalls, the other gray store pants. One was wearing a
gray cap. The sheriff couldn’t remember which one wore the cap.

"Sheriff," Ben said dryly, "did they get that watch?"

"Blast it, yes!" the sheriff growled. "And I don’t remember that number in it."

Ben said, "I got the number."

"Huh?"

"I looked in the watch early this afternoon and got the number," Ben explained.

"Why in billyhell you do that?"

"Sheriff, did it look to you like these highjackers might really have been lookin’ for that watch?" Ben
countered.

"Huh?" The officer frowned at him. "How did you know—what gave you that idea?"
"So they were lookin’ for it," Ben said. "Say, did you tell anybody else you was gonna trace the old man
through the watch?"

"I mentioned it to the others, yes."

"That," Ben said, "is right interestin’."



THE sheriff stared over Ben’s head. "It ain’t as interestin’," he said, "as what I’m gonna show you now."

McCain’s white head showed in the darkness. He had limped up to listen to the uproar.

The sheriff grabbed Ben’s six-shooter, examined the cylinder to make sure it contained cartridges, then
walked over to McCain.

Jamming the gun in McCain’s ribs, the sheriff said, "You’re under arrest! I’m charging you with being one
of the road agents that just held me up."

McCain showed no emotion. His face fixed, he said, "This is ridiculous."

"No, it ain’t," the sheriff growled. "I didn’t tell all I knowed about that holdup. You see, the headlights of