"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 179 - The Green Master" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

He was not only a very blond man, but he had a deep tanned cream skin that set off the blondness quite
spectacularly. Not an albino. The man didn't have an albino's lack of pigmentation in the eyes, which
were a pleasant enough shade of brown.

“You don't,” said Monk, “seem much upset.”

The other had an amiable voice and English certainly wasn't its mother tongue.

“Why should I be?” he asked.

“You were following me,” Monk told him. “That interests me. It could even rile me. When I'm riled, I've
been known to get rough.”



The man looked Monk straight in the eye. “I was not following you,” he said.

“You—” Monk's mouth came open, and remained open. Not because he had been lied to. That wasn't
what surprised him. It was something else.

It was another thing, and the more Monk thought about it, the more stunned he became. Monk realized
that he believed the man hadn't been following him.

Now here, Monk thought wildly, is an impossibility. This guy was trailing me. There was another one
doing it before him, and a girl before that. They were teamed up, and they were trailing me. I've got eyes.
I saw. But now the funny looking guy tells me a bald-faced lie and I believe it.

“This,” said Monk, “is really something.”

The amiable brown eyes twinkled. “It really isn't extraordinary, I'm sure.”

Monk looked him in the eye. Well, it isn't so unusual at that, he thought. Wait a minute! The hell it isn't!
What's this guy doing to me?

“No, I guess it's not extraordinary,” Monk heard himself saying. He began to feel as if he were having a
mental chill.

“However,” the man went on, “now that we've encountered each other, I'd like to ask a question which I
know you will be glad to answer.”

Monk stood there in cold horror. He knew he would answer any question that was asked him, and be
glad to do so. But why would he do a goofy thing like that?

“Sure,” Monk said foolishly. “Sure, I— No, I won't do anything of the sort! No, No. I mean I'll be glad
to. Yes. Sure.” He swallowed terribly. “What is your question?”

For the love of mud, he thought.

“Who is the one from Keew who has been in touch with your friend Doc Savage?” asked the other.