"008 (B018) - The Sargasso Ogre (1933-10) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

After the latter man, pursuing him closely, appeared a slender, dapperly dressed gentleman. This fellow's clothing was sartorial perfection. He was in the heat of action, yet his attire was as unruffled as if he had been presiding at a banquet.



He flourished a thin-bladed sword cane. It was obviously this which had opened the gash in the fleeing one's arm.



This man was Brigadier General Theodore Marley Brooks, better known as "Ham." He was one of the cleverest lawyers Harvard had ever matriculated. And he was one of Doc Savage's five aids.



Close on Ham's heels came probably the homeliest man ever to set foot on the Cameronic. He weighed close to two hundred and sixty pounds, and he had the physique of a gorilla. His arms were inches longer than his legs. His hide was furred with a growth of coarse, red bristles. His rather pleasant, unlovely features, bore numerous ancient scars -- thin, gray lines, as if a chicken with chalk feet had paraded on his face.



"Monk!"



No other nickname would have fitted him. As Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett Mayfair, he was conceded to be among the greatest of modern chemists. He, too, was one of Doc Savage's five men.



Monk and Ham pursued the three fleeing brown villains.





THE swarthy trio veered into a cross-ship passage which led out on deck. They never hesitated, but cleared the rail with wild leaps. The splashes, as they hit the water far below, came in such near succession as to be a single loud swish of a sound.



Doc and Long Tom arrived at the rail close behind Ham and Monk.



"What was the trouble?" Long Tom demanded.



"Those three rats tried to nab Doc's baggage!" the big, hairy Monk explained, in a voice surprisingly mild for one of such bulk.



Ham snapped his sword cane like a short whip. The blade twanged and sent a spray of scarlet drops over the rail.