"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 109 - The Too-Wise Owl" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"He got handed to me," the boy said.

Monk thought there was something very funny about the owl. He lifted his voice. "Ham, come here
quick!" he shouted. "Here’s an owl that looks just like you."

Someone in the next room said something that was to the point about one of Monk’s ancestors.
Something about tails and trees.

The owl blinked his eyes slowly. He was a boy owl—or an old man owl—there was no doubt. He had
the reversible outer toes of an owl, and he flexed these slowly. After that, he was motionless, apparently
asleep with his eyes wide open.

The boy said, "Here." He took hold of one of the owl’s legs. "Here’s why I brought him." The boy
exhibited a tag. The tag said:

For Doc Savage. URGENT!

Monk eyed the tag. "A present for Doc, eh?" He burst into laughter. "Ham, hurry out here!" he bellowed.
"This owl looks exactly like you."

The boy in the uniform got impatient.

"Listen, brother," he said. "A guy handed me this bird in an awful dither. There was something wrong
about the guy."

"Wrong?" Monk said.

"He ran away from there in a hurry."

"The guy who gave you the owl, you mean?"

"Yeah. The guy had a ski pole."

"Maybe he was in a hurry."

"Sure he was," said the boy. "So was the other guy who was after him—the guy who wore the diamonds
and came in a Rolls-Royce."

"One guy chased the other?"

"That’s it," the boy said. "And if you ask me, there will be one dead guy if they get together."



WHILE Monk’s jaw was down in astonishment, a dapper man with a large mouth, good shoulders, a
thin waist, seven hundred dollars’ worth of clothes and an innocent-looking cane came out of the
adjoining room. He asked, "Where is this owl that looks like me?"

As a matter of fact there was no resemblance between Ham Brooks and the owl that anyone except
Monk Mayfair could see, then or afterward. Except that the owl did not look wise, and Ham did, which