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

“Where?”

“I'll take you to the place.”

“Where is it?”

Too-Too Thomas looked at Doc Savage steadily. “Don't push me.”

“Are you,” Doc asked, “going to tell us the whole story?”

“Not now, I ain't.”

“Why not now?”

The leathery old man thought about the question for a few moments, then shook his head.

“There's somebody I don't want to involve until I'm danged sure,” he said. “That's why. I just ain't going
off half cocked, that's all.”

“Do you,” Doc asked, “expect us to steal a navy plane and a can of paint on the basis of no more than
you're telling us?”

Too-Too Thomas got to his feet.
“You could buy the paint, not steal it,” he said. He shook his head slowly. “Reckon it was a kind of a
locoed idea I had. I was feeling kind of desperate or I wouldn't have tried it. Feel like the time the Yaquis
chased me into the ocean and I couldn't swim a lick.”

He eyed them and shook his head some more.

“You're right likely lookin' gents, too,” he said. “Well, so long. I would tell you not to take any wooden
nickels, only I can see you wouldn't. So long.”

He walked off and left them.



DOC SAVAGE, as soon as Too-Too Thomas was out of earshot, said quickly, “Monk, follow him. He
is going north. Ham will go west, in case he turns in that direction. I will go east.”

“I didn't think the old fellow was kidding, either,” Monk said, and got to his feet.

Monk was rather proud of the job he did shadowing Too-Too Thomas. He ambled casually across the
sidewalk as if he was going back to the building they had just left. In the street, he got into a taxicab. He
felt sure he had disappeared in the street, as far as Too-Too Thomas was concerned, as if by magic.

Following Too-Too Thomas wasn't too tough, although the leathery-looking old gent behaved in a way
that showed he was afraid he was being trailed. He walked fast, took a cab, and the cab went in and out
of streets.