"143 (B094) - Violent Night (The Hate Genius) (1945-01) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

Monk Mayfair and Ham Brooks were members of a group of five who had worked with Doc Savage for a long time. They were his associates, his assistants.



He knew them quite well, and so he was immediately sure that something was bothering them. They were hiding something from him, he decided.





HE was badly scared. Monk and Ham rarely deceived him, and never except for good and vital reason. He tossed his hat on a table, trying to be casual, and wondered if there was someone hiding in the room with trained and cocked pistols. A wild idea, of course. But he was sure something was amiss.



"You are doing all right by yourselves," he said.



He meant the room. It was a rich place, although It ran a little more to red velvet than select taste dictated.



Ham explained, "The snazzy jernt was Monk's idea. This suite until recently was occupied, we were told, by the Sultan of something-or-other and ten of his favorite wives. The minute Monk heard that, nothing would do but that we should put up here."



Doc asked, "Who is paying for it?"



"Monk."



Monk's financial condition was pretty continuously one of being strapped. At Lisbon prices, the suite was rich for his purse.



"Paying with what?" Doc asked idly, still wondering what was wrong with Monk and Ham, puzzled about their uneasiness.



Monk said quickly, "I'm two-bit rich for a change. I sold a chemical formula to a fellow."



"A formula for making non-rubber baby pants," Ham said.