"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 176 - Terror Wears No Shoes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

“The two servants—they have a chance to spill anything where it might not be good?”

“Nope. And I don't think they even overheard Goltinger call you Doc Savage.”

“We can't take a chance.”

“We didn't.”

Doc Savage swung to the window. The hot morning sunlight came through the panes in long pale blades
and out before him the city was coated with groundfog that the sun would soon burn away. He stood
straight, with no suggestion of stoop nor limp, and the absence of either gave him a completely different
appearance.

Presently he moved a little, shaping up his reflection in the windowglass, and frowned at it, comparing it
with his normal appearance, which was quite a bit different yet. He ended that by shaking his head.

“Disguises,” he said, “are always uncertain. . . . But not that uncertain.” He swung around suddenly.
“Take a look at me! What's wrong?”

Ham Brooks jointed the cane together with a soft whisper and flash of steel. “Nothing is wrong, Doc.
You don't look any more like yourself than Pike's Peak looks like the Empire State. Less.”

“But Goltinger, half-drunk, recognized me at a glance.”

“He was eleven-twelfths drunk,” Monk said.

“Shut up, dopey,” Ham told Monk. Then he told Doc Savage, “That puzzled me, and I did some
checking on this Goltinger. The guy is a face-remembering freak. You've heard of those mental oddities
who can glance at a newspaper page and a year later tell you everything that was on the page? Well,
Goltinger does it with people. I got on the trans-Pacific telephone and dug up that information. So it's
nothing to worry about. It was just one of those unfortunate things that happen.”

“It's covered up now?” Doc asked.

“Thoroughly.”

“Good enough.”

Monk scratched an ear. “How did your pick-up with the tiger lady come out?”

Doc Savage frowned. “That rascal, the Honest Pole, doublecrossed me. He told the four men to beat me
up. To stop it, I'm almost afraid I had to appear a little too good in a brawl.”

Monk grinned. “I'd like to have seen that.”

“See if you can't arrange for something mildly unpleasant to happen to the Honest Pole,” Doc directed.

Monk nodded. “Can do.”