"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 106 - Peril in the North" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

A gentleman in a full-dress suit with medals and a red ribbon across his chest wailed, "But, Mr. Savage,
you are supposed to help entertain! And we hoped for a speech. The ambassador wants—"
"I am sorry. This happens to be important," Doc Savage said.



THEY wedged through the crowd. Because the sidewalks were jammed, they took to the street.

The man glanced up at Doc Savage.

"Gosh!" he said.

His awe was understandable. Doc Savage was big, but it was only when you walked at his side or saw
him in a crowd that you realized his size. His development was remarkably symmetrical. His skin was
tanned by tropical suns a deep-bronze hue, and his hair was only slightly darker.

They ran to a car, climbed in and sped away. The big bronze man drove expertly.

Doc Savage said, "This pal of yours—what do you mean when you call him a pal?"

The man grinned. "He’s a swell guy. I’m janitor of the house where he lives. I keep his furnace going and
mow his lawns. He’s a great egg."

"Then you are not a business associate?"

"Me? Oh, no. Not so you would notice it. He don’t mow lawns and attend furnaces for his living."

"What does he do?"

"Them rats, mostly," the man said. "He puts in his attention on the rats."

"Where is he now?"

The man gave the address. It was beyond the city, in a suburb.

They whipped along in silence for a while. The man caught a glimpse of Doc Savage’s eyes, and he was
impressed. The bronze man’s eyes were probably his most remarkable characteristic. They were like
pools of flake gold, strangely stirred, as if by tiny winds.

The man said, "I’ve heard a lot about you, Dr. Savage."

The bronze man made no comment.

"I understand you’re a great scientist and a great doctor," the man said. "I’ve heard a lot about that. And
you help people out of trouble, don’t you? Guys who are in a mess, and the law don’t seem to be able to
help them—you pitch in for them, don’t you?"

Doc swung the car into a long, wide express highway.

"Sometimes," he said.