"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 134 - The Whisker of Hercules" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

“Is that car behind following us?”
“Which car?”

“The sedan. The gray one.”

After a while, the car driver became troubled. “I think it is, Miss.”

The girl compressed her lips. She leaned forward. “Driver, my name is Lee Mayland. I live at 134
Highland Drive. I am a photographer by profession. That is, I worked for Mr. Leeds of the Hillside
Studio until Mr. Leeds turned the business over to me to run and went off to war.”

The driver was more troubled. “Why you telling me that?”

“The police might be asking you for the information. Also make a note of the license number of that car
following us. The police might ask that, too.”

“What's going on here?”

“I think I'm getting into some serious trouble.”

“Shall I call a cop, Miss?”

“No.”

The driver was silent a moment. His voice was suspicious, unfriendly, as he demanded, “Why not call a
cop?”

The girl did not answer immediately.

“I would have to tell them a story about Hercules,” she said. “A story they wouldn't believe.”

The cab driver thought it over, then did what a life of hard knocks had taught him was the prudent thing
to do. He pulled up to the curb, reached over, unlocked the cab door and threw it open. “I don't know
what this is. I don't want any part of it. This is as far as I haul you.”

“But—”

“Sorry, Miss. Get out!”



LEE MAYLAND paid the cabby and said, “Thanks, anyway,” without resentment to the driver. The
driver flushed and was sheepish, then he drove away.

There was a neighborhood drugstore near. The girl stood in the doorway and saw the car which had
been trailing her go past. As nearly as she could tell, there was only the driver in the machine, but other
men might have been out of sight, ducked down in the rear seat. The car went on and vanished along the
curving boulevard. Lee was a little astonished, not sure now that the car had been trailing her.