"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 009 - The Czar of Fear" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

the job had been done with a pocketknife. His little eyes glistened with keen intelligence in their pits of
gristle. His face attained that rare quality of being so homely that it was pleasant to look upon.
His clothing was expensive, although it did look like it had been slept in. He would weigh every ounce of
two hundred and sixty pounds, and his hairy arms were some inches longer than his bandy legs.

He ambled up and stopped in front of Slick.

"I saw you slip the money in that purse," he said in a voice so mild that it might have been been a child's.

Then he hit Slick. Hit him on the nose!

Slick's curly hair was varnished straight back on his head. The blow was so hard that it made the hair
stand out suddenly in front, as if blown by a wind from behind.

Describing a parabola, Slick lit on his shoulders and skidded a score of feet. His nose had been spread
over most of his weasel face.

Aunt Nora began to bounce up and down in ribald delight, and to shout: "Glory be! Just what I wanted
to hand him!"

Entrancing Alice Cash bestowed a grateful smile on the fellow who looked like a furry gorilla.

The cop shouted: "You say this squirt planted that roll of bills?"

"He sure did," said the hairy man.

Growling, the officer rushed for Slick.

Slick shoved up dizzily from the floor. He sprinted for the door. Glancing around, he saw the policeman
was sure to overhaul him. He spaded his hands inside his coat, and brought out two revolvers. Each was
fitted with a compact silencer.

The guns began to chung out deadly reports. The bullets missed the fast-traveling patrolman. But he
veered for shelter, tugging at his own weapon.

Slick hurtled through the door. A taxi chanced to be cruising past. With a wild spring, the fleeing gunman
got into it. He jammed the hot silencer of a revolver against the shivering driver's neck.

The cab jumped down the street as if dynamite had exploded behind it.

The officer raced out, but did not shoot because of the traffic. He sped back into the skyscraper and put
in a call to headquarters, advising them to spread a radio alarm for the taxi.

"The guy as good as got away!" he advised the huge, furry man and the two women, when he rejoined
them. "Now -- you two ladies! We've still got to settle about them guns you were carryin'!"

"The ladies tell me they were on their way to see Doc Savage," the hairy fellow advised in his babylike
voice.

The cop blinked. Then he grinned from ear to ear.