"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 026 - The Spook Legion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)He had been observing proceedings more closely than any one suspected. But he remained in the background, and no one paid him particular attention, except to give his unusual appearance a second scrutiny. Two other individuals were not receiving much attention. These gentlemen had not even put themselves in marked evidence. They were in a car parked on the large lot reserved for spectators at the airport. The machine was small, unobtrusive. Only a very close scrutiny would have shown that its motor was not the one provided by the manufacturer, but one with nearly three times as much power, and that the windows were of thick bulletproof glass and the body of armor steel. The two men sat slumped down in their seats. From time to time they pressed small but powerful binoculars to their eyes. In each case, the glasses were focused on the burly man who had the appearance of a pugilist. The pilot and his assistant were arguing with the fat man. тАЬI certainly cannot recall insisting I was Shakespeare,тАЭ asserted the latter. тАЬNor do I remember firing a revolver in your plane.тАЭ тАЬMaybe we're wrong,тАЭ the pilot said. The fat man moistened his lips, looked indecisive, then shrugged elaborately. The pilot looked interested. тАЬWhat do you mean?тАЭ тАЬI must have been airsick,тАЭ said the fat man. тАЬI have a peculiar ailment. When I become airsick or seasick, I grow slightly demented. Once, when crossing the Atlantic, I was unbalanced the whole way over.тАЭ тАЬHm-m-m.тАЭ The pilot did not seem very impressed. тАЬI hope you two men are not going to embarrass me by turning me over to the police,тАЭ the plump man said anxiously. With a noisy whoop from its exhaust stacks, the plane which had taken off to search for the two sedans came in and landed. The pilot got out and reported that he had found the two cars, but that, by flying, low, he had peered inside and ascertained that they were abandoned. The group of nice-looking men had escaped. The pilot of the Boston plane gave the fat man's arm a tug and said, тАЬCome on.тАЭ тАЬWhat are you going to do?тАЭ demanded the prisoner. тАЬWe're going to embarrass you,тАЭ said the pilot, тАЬby turning you over to the police for observation.тАЭ |
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