"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 128 - The Goblins" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

So Park scrambled into the truck body, which was as gloomy as a cave. He was doing a perfectly
natural thing. If Harry Waters was hurt, Park wanted to help him.

The man on the canvas in the truck was about Harry Waters' size, but his face was indistinguishable
underneath a crisscross of bandages.

“Park!” the man said. His voice, hoarse, didn't sound like Harry's. But that, Park thought at the moment,
could be because he was hurt. “Park,” the man said. “Get the girl in here.”

“Girl?” Park exclaimed. “What girl?”

“The girl lawyer.”

Park was worried, and he turned quickly and called, “Attorney Colby, this fellow wants to talk to you.”

“To me!” said Martha Colby. “Why me? Who is he?”

“Harry Waters is his name.”

“I don't know any Harry Waters,” said the young woman.

“Doggone it, will it ruffle your dignity too much to climb in here and talk to a man who may be dying?”
demanded Park indignantly.

Martha Colby hesitated. Then she climbed into the truck. The long man helped her.

Then the long man slammed the truck doors, and bolted them, locking Park and Martha in the truck
body.
Simultaneously, the man Park had thought was his friend, Harry, sat up and showed them the business
end of a large revolver.

“One bleat,” he said, “and I'll blow you two to pieces.”

He was obviously not Harry Waters.



THE truck started moving. It got going with a yank, which made Parker O'Donnel stumble wildly and
caused Attorney Martha Colby to sit down with a dignity unbecoming a member of the bar.

“I'll blow you to pieces,” repeated the man who had been bandaged. “People will just think the truck is
backfiring.”

Park stared at the big revolver.

“Then you would have a couple of bodies on your hands,” he told the man in a shaky voice. “It might be
inconvenient. So keep your shirt on.”

The man with the gun snorted. He stepped back. There were some piles of canvas in the forward end of
the truck. Now that the vehicle was moving, these canvas piles underwent upheavals and became more