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

“Blazes!” he said. “Oh, damn!”

Charley and the small man with the yellow hair stared at him. Charley asked, “What's wrong?”

“Haven't you heard of this Doc Savage?” the driver asked.

Charley shrugged. “I've heard Lee mention the name. I think she met a guy named Monk Mayfair, who
works for Savage or something, and who made a play for Lee.”

The man licked his lips. “And you didn't say anything about it?”

“Why should I?”

The man started to speak, but did not. Then he got out of the car, pulling at the knot of his necktie. His
face was not healthy. He leaned weakly against the car, sagged down and sat on the running board.
“Somebody—got—a drink?” His voice was thick.

“What the heck?” Charley got out of the car. “What's wrong, Spencer?”

The man put his face in his hands. “I'm sick.”

The small yellow-haired man laughed. “I suppose hearing about this Savage made you sick?”

“That's right.” The other spoke through his fingers. “You dumb fool! Wait until you hear the kind of man
he is.”

The small man lost his mirth.

Charley said, “Get in the back seat, Spencer. I'll drive. We'll get you to a doctor.”

“Never mind the doctor,” Spencer muttered. “I'll get over it.” He waved a hand. “I've been scared
before. Let me alone.”

The heavy-faced man—the one whom Charley had earlier struck with the flashlight—asked a question.
“What did the girl tell this Doc Savage? You hear?”

“Asked him if there had ever been such a fellow as Hercules.”

“What answer did she get?”

“Evasive, I gathered.”

“What else did she say?”

“That she was coming to New York by plane. I think Savage is going to get her a plane seat priority on
the two o'clock plane. She gave Savage a general idea the thing was big, without telling him anything.”

Charley groaned. “If Lee didn't talk freely, it means she suspects I'm in on it.”