"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 013 - Meteor Menace" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

Speaking from the corner of his enormous mouth, so that only Ham could hear, Monk said: "Let's go get
that girl."

Ham gave the handle of his cane a slight twist, an act which prepared the hidden sword for a quick
draw.

"O. K. Come on!"

The Cockney watched them as they shoved through the crowd. He even stood on tiptoe to keep them in
sight.

Gorillalike Monk, glancing back, noted the Cockney's curiosity. He growled: "I wonder if he could be
Shrops?"

"What makes you wonder that?" Ham demanded.

"Well, he's gawking - "

"Anybody would gawk, after the way that girl acted!" Ham shouldered lustily at poncho-clad Indians,
and did not hesitate to whack an occasional son of the Andes with the sword cane. But he was not
making much progress in the throng.
"Get behind me!" Monk ordered. "Let a guy go through this crowd who knows how to do it."

Carrying the case containing his pet pig high over his head with one hand, and using the other to move
people out of the way as if they were stalks in a ripe grain field, Monk plowed through the assemblage.

Ham kept close at Monk's heels, craning his neck. Being taller than Monk, Ham could peer over the
crowd. Brown- eyed, mahogany-haired Rae Stanley should have been easy to locate. She was taller than
the Chileans.

Her head, however, was not visible above the sea of mantiflas, flat straw hats, and colored knit caps.

"Blast it!" Ham grunted. "She's ducked out of sight."

They veered to the right, and when the young woman did not materialize, worked in a circle. Nowhere
did they see the attractive bit of femininity who had claimed she had a warning for Doc Savage.

"Let's go back and talk to that Cockney," Monk growled. "There was somethin' suspicious about that
mug!"

Monk and Ham furrowed their way back to the spot where they had left the Cockney. Reaching the
vicinity, they halted to stare about disgustedly.

"He's skipped!" Monk grunted.

"I'll bet he really was Shrops!" Ham said thoughtfully. A soft hissing came from the public address
loud-speakers, which were mounted atop poles. The amplifiers had been switched on.

Monk grasped Ham's elbow. "Have you forgotten that Doc sent you here to make a speech?"