"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 030 - Spook Hole" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

The watchman tried to get a look at the features of his assailant. He failed there, too. The huge one was
shrouded completely in some black cloth, probably of silk, which seemed waterproof.

A mysterious listlessness began to come over the watchman. It seemed to come from the terrific pressure
on a particular portion of his neck.

At first, that pressure had been painful, but now it was only a tingling. The man's whole body seemed to
go to sleep. He could see, could hear, but could not move a muscle. Even his eyes could observe only
what was immediately before them, for the watchman now possessed no power to roll his eyeballs.

The fantastic giant in black left the watchman lying in his queer helplessness and moved on into the
interior of the ship.

The flashlight beam of remarkable thinness leaped out at intervals, roving. It picked up a ring life
preserver which some one must have brought down from deck.

The life preserver bore the name of the ship, Harpoon.

IN the master's cabin of the Harpoon, short, broad Captain Wapp absently cocked and uncocked the
pistol's mechanism in his big clasp knife.

"Somebody bane prowl around," he said slowly. "So vot? Some feller dot Braski sent, Aye bet."

The man with the taped length of hawser fingered his weapon. He batted it against one oilskinned leg.

"You don't worry enough, captain," he complained. "There was two of 'em. Maybe one was a Braski
man, sure. We expected Braski to try to lay aboard us. But who was the other one?"

"Dot feller?" Captain Wapp held the knife with one hand, gave his rope belt a hitch with the other. "A
cop, maybe."

"No." The hawser whacked oilskin. "There ain't no one-armed cops. And who ever heard of a cop
working like that big black guy did?"

Captain Wapp looked pained.

"Dis business, Aye bane afraid she give me a headache," he complained.

"Listen," grunted the other. "Why can't we pull out of here? Let's head for Spook Hole and finish it up."

Captain Wapp shook his head. "She bane too risky."

"You mean the woman?"

Wapp's head shook again. "Woman, she bane easy to get rid of. It's dot monkeyshiner, Oliver Orman
Braski."

The hawser length made two angry pops on the other's oilskins.