"Ron Goulart - Looking Into It" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

Another Mafia hood probably. "No, but thanks for the compliment."

"So long as society has its jesters it is not completely lost," said Hopely. Then he turned toward the stage,
cupped long, bony fingers around his mouth and cried, "Let's have more skin."

Phil walked unobtrusively back to his dressing room as the line of ex-teen-age beauty contest runners-up
danced out onto the stage.

"Your act's doing better," said the black Poppa Bopper from next to an exit door.

"You think so? Thanks."

Poppa Bopper said, "You got to deliver twenty gags before they threw you off the stage. Last night, at
this show, it was only twelve you managed to get through. Keep the tough neighborhood stuff in. It's
fresh."

Phil nodded and went back to sit and wait for the midnight frolic show. If he were back at the NSO office
he could spend the time monitoring the newest footage on Melissa. Here he sat and went over the tough
neighborhood jokes.




He always wore a beard when he was teaching. Another good reason why Melissa couldn't possibly
know him as he really was. He didn't have to plant anything on her this time, no microphones or
anything. Phil had only to make a detailed report on what she did in the lecture room and for the rest of

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the morning around the campus. She was in a back row seat of the sunlit room, wearing a vinyl shift with
a paper rose in her dark hair. Unfortunately Professor Dolan, the suspected Pro-Brasil agent, slipped into
the hall during the lecture and sat next to the small, slender girl for several minutes. The sight of the
wide, handsome Dolan unsettled Phil to the extent that he mixed up his popular culture lecture notes and
talked about Daffy Duck while showing a film clip of Woody Woodpecker. No one caught the slip.

That afternoon, without the beard and wearing a red wig, he pretended to be Professor Dolan's dentist.
Dolan, who at times seemed too frugal to be a spy, always had his dental work done in the campus
college of dentistry. Dolan was used to getting a different student dentist each time and so the sight of
Phil did not surprise him.

Though he did ask, "Aren't you in your late twenties?"

"Yes, sir," said Phil, unobtrusively setting the tooth cap mike on his working tray.

"Little old to be still in school, isn't it?"

"Well, sir, I took a few years off to found a commune in the Mojave Desert."