"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 144 - Strange Fish" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)The fat man was in her living room.
For Paris, it was an awful start, discovering him. She jumped. Convulsive surprise brought her finger tight on the skeet gun's trigger. The gun's roar was ear-splitting. The shot charge hit nowhere near the fat man. It tore a smear of paper off the west wall, scooping off plaster. Up straight went the fat man. He had been going through Paris' handbag, the one she had carried last night. He probably jumped a good two inches off the floor. He was already running when he hit the floor. He made for the door, head back, eyes first on Paris, then on the door. He managed, however, to maintain a coldblooded dignity. He didn't seem really scared. And he seemed furiously angry. “Stop!” Paris shrieked. “Stop, or I'll shoot!” He didn't stop. Paris didn't shoot again. She pursued the fat man instead. He slammed the first door as soon as he was through it, but didn't lock it. Paris got it open. The fat man was going across the hall to the front door. He yanked the front door open and popped out into the long elevator hall. boy-friend, who operated the elevator. “Callahan!” Paris cried. “Stop that fellow!” The fat man shot past Callahan into the elevator. He grabbed the controls. Roberto said something angry, shoving him away. The fat man hit Roberto just above the belt buckle, a blow that doubled Roberto on to the floor. The elevator disappeared downward, with the fat man's hand on the control. CALLAHAN stared at Paris, then at the shotgun, then said, “Cut off my head and call me Hitler, Miss Paris! What on earth is you all doing to that nice Mister Watt.” “Who?” Paris gasped. “That nice Mister Ben Watt. Him you was chasing.” Paris stared at the maid in amazement. “Callahan, you know that guy?” “Yes'm, I sure do.” “Who,” Paris demanded, “is he?” |
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