"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 127 - Hell Below" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

“Listen, pup, I tell you—”

“Sit down. The head guy can't see you. He's got troubles of his own right now.”

Old Too-Too Thomas gave his tooled leather belt a hitch, the belt that had an enormous silver and gold
buckle set with diamonds of respectable size. He crossed the room and took a chair, stretched his feet
out in front of him and scowled at the toes of his embroidered cowboy boots.

Then he frowned at the door of the inner office. There were voices behind the door, and he had noticed
that they were getting a little louder.

“I been in Washington seven hours,” he said. “And as near as I am to that door is as close as I've got to
anybody who amounts to anything.”

“Believe me, pardner,” said the young man, “some fellows are in Washington seven months and don't get
that close.”

“Mule feathers!” said Too-Too Thomas.

Suddenly there was no question about the voices getting louder in the inner office. They were very loud.
They were angry.

One voice said: “You're not going to get in the shooting end of the war. That's the decision. You keep
right on with what you are doing.”

“Who's that?” asked Too-Too Thomas.

“The head guy,” said the clerk.

A second voice said: “That is the same song and dance you've been giving us since the war started. My
five aides are tired of it. I'm tired of it. We want action!”

“Who's that?” asked Too-Too Thomas.

“A man who wants to fight,” said the clerk.

“That makes two of us,” said Too-Too Thomas. “Who is he, besides a voice that's shaking the building?”

“His name,” said the clerk, “is Doc Savage.”

“Doc Savage, eh?”

“Ever hear of him?”

“No.”

“Bless us!” the clerk said. “Where did you say you came from, the planet of Mars?”

“I came from the Dirty Man Rancho in the foothills of the Sierra Santa Clara in Lower California, where
the pigs chase mountain lions,” Too-Too Thomas said. “A man's country.”