"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 026 - The Spook Legion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)times into an empty seat. Then he talked like he was bats, and knew Shakespeare. He even claimed he
was Shakespeare!тАЭ тАЬWhat about the excitement in that hangar back at the airport?тАЭ Ham put in. The pilot gestured at the nice-looking men. тАЬThese guys raided the hanger to look into our plane. They were hunting for something that they didn't find.тАЭ тАЬThis fat man ordered them to search the plane, I think,тАЭ Ham said. тАЬHuh?тАЭ The pilot blinked. Ham explained: тАЬThe fat man made some kind of sign talk through the back window of the operations office. He probably told them to rescue him, too.тАЭ The fat man, unnoticed, had sidled to one of his men and was surreptitiously dropping a hand into the fellow's pocket. He brought out a nickeled revolver. He did not use it. Instead, he yelled out in surprised pain and the gun left his fingers. The weapon remained suspended a few inches from his hand. He grabbed at it. The gun, with absolutely nothing visible sustaining it, evaded his clutch. Monk gaped. тАЬFor the love of mud!тАЭ he gulped. тАЬSpooks!тАЭ SO astounded was the homely fellow that the gang got their chance. They moved swiftly. Monk started to swing his machine pistol around, but was tardy, and was knocked down. A lusty kick sent the superfirer into the ditch. Ham was also disarmed and, with the fliers, forced to put up his hands. The pig, Habeas Corpus, retreated hastily to the nearest brush clump. тАЬWe'd better blow!тАЭ said the plump man. There was a noise in the brush beside the road, and a huge figure appeared. It was the individual who looked like a prizefighter. He held a shiny revolver in one scarred lump of a fist. тАЬI was just ready to help you birds,тАЭ he said. тАЬBut I don't guess you need me. Say, what happened to that gun?тАЭ Instinctively all eyes sought the gun which had behaved so mysteriously. It now lay in the ditch beside the road, No one had observed just how it got there. тАЬNever mind the gun!тАЭ rapped the fat man. тАЬWe're leaving here!тАЭ тАЬWe might as well ride,тАЭ said the prizefighter individual. |
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