"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 046 - The Vanisher" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)after cell was opened. Prisoners were questioned as to their identity and then propositioned.
The human male is by nature a suspicious cuss. This was proved by the fact that not a single cell inmate agreed instantly to being freed. Two even flatly refused after hearing it explained that they were to be freed to fight a common enemy. The humpback calmly blackjacked the two who refused to leave their cells. "Carry them along," the creature ordered, harshly. "If they do not want to go willingly, we will draft them." Most of the freed prisoners had by this time gotten a fair look at their benefactor. Several had shivered. A movie director would have made up such a monster as this humpback to haunt a spooky castle. "Who in blazes are you?" asked one of the rescued cell inmates. "I am your brain for the next year," said the camel-backed person. Which was an answer that was something to think about. A bit later, another of the criminals, after staring for some length at the humpback, said, "I donтАЩt think youтАЩre a woman after all." The camel-backed one did not reply. "Sure, itтАЩs a woman," said McGinnis. But he sounded unsure. The last crook on the list was taken from his cell. The twenty convicts and their remarkable rescuer filed out of the cell block. The convicts saw the limp guards, and they began to get scared. "WeтАЩre in a hell of a jam!" one groaned. "We canтАЩt get outside the walls!" Another echoed, "WeтАЩll get solitary for this!" The humpback spoke with brittle calmness. "Shut up! Walk to that freight car and get inside!" The convicts stared incredulously. "Listen," one growled, "there ainтАЩt no way of that car gettinтАЩ outside the walls. They even got it fixed so a railroad engine canтАЩt be used to smash down the walls." The humpback produced a big revolver. "Get in that freight car!" THE twenty men got in the freight car. They did it very carefully, making no appreciable noise, and when they were inside, the weird figure with the distorted torso produced a flashlight which exuded a tiny beam. This light roved over the box car floor, illuminating a number of objects in succession. |
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