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

Aunt Nora snorted like a race horse. "I don't have to know him! I've heard of him! That's enough."

"I've heard a little talk of him, too." Jim Cash admitted. "That's the only reason I let you and Alice talk me
into going to him."

"A little talk!" Aunt Nora sniffed. "If you would have kept your ears open you would have heard more
than a little talk about him! Doc Savage specializes in things like this. He makes a life work out of going
around getting other people out of trouble and punishing lads who need it."

Jim Cash began skeptically: "I don't think any man can -- "
"Doc Savage can! Take the word of an old woman who knows enough to discount half of what she
hears. Doc Savage is a man who was trained from the cradle for the one purpose in life of righting
wrongs. They say he's a physical marvel, probably the strongest man who ever lived. And moreover he's
studied until he knows just about everything worth knowing from electricity and astronomy to how to
bake a decent batch of biscuits."

"Maybe you've been putting too much stock in wild talk Aunt Nora?"

"Didn't I tell you I only believe half of what I ever hear?" Aunt Nora demanded.

Jim Cash smiled. The elderly lady's optimism seemed to cheer him.

"I hope Doc Savage is up to expectations," he said grimly. "Not only for our sake but for those other
poor devils back at Prosper City."

"You said a mouthful!" Aunt Nora agreed. "If Doc Savage isn't able to help us and Prosper City I hate to
think what'll happen!"

The touring car rooted on through the rain and gloom for nearly a mile. Then the engine gave a few
pneumatic coughs, died, coughed a few more times and silenced completely.

"You're out of gas!" Aunt Nora snapped.

Jim Cash shook his head. "But I just got gas. It must be water on the distributor

"Out of gas!" repeated Aunt Nora firmly. "I know how these old wrecks act!"

Easing into the drizzle Jim Cash got a measuring stick from under the seat walked to the rear and thrust it
into the tank. His gasp was startled.

"Empty! I don't understand how that could happen!"

"Maybe that filling station was a gyp!" called blond pretty Alice Cash. "They might not have put in any
gas."

"I guess that was it honey," Aunt Nora agreed. She opened a road map, peered at it by the glare of a
flashlight. "There's a little jumping-off place down the road about two miles. You'd better walk to it Jim."

Jim Cash hesitated. "I don't like to leave you two."