"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 088 - The Awful Egg" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"But, doctorтАФ"

"Dammit, IтАЩll be all right," Dr. Harmony croaked. "Get out of here!"

The girl reached the door, then remembered.

"There . . . thereтАЩs a patient here," she said. "A man who canтАЩt sleep at night."

"Tell him to come back later," muttered Dr. Harmony. Then he held up a hand. "No, I have a better idea.
Tell him to go find another doctor."

The receptionist fluttered into the outer office, a trifle puzzled. Dr. Harmony got up and shuffled over and
locked the door so she could not get back again. His movements were not normal, but at the same time
they were not that of a man whoтАЩd had a fainting spell. If anything, they were the motions of a man who
had his mind occupied with something else. He went back and sat down at the desk.

He sat there, scraping his fingers through his hair, rubbing his face, and showing other signs of nervous,
intense concentration.

Once he made a gesture for the telephone, but changed his mind and jerked his hand away from the
instrument.

"The damned line may be tapped," he muttered.

His distraught eyes kept going back to the newspaper. It was open to the page of pictures,
approximately half of which was devoted to the wars in various places. The other half of the photographs
were local happenings, and naturally there was the usual photo of prominent citizens landing from a
steamship.

Dr. Harmony glared at a picture that had been taken on the gangplank of a steamer.

Suddenly, in a moment when his rage reached an insane peak, he snatched up a pen and struck at the
picture, using the pen as if it was a dagger. The utter fury on the manтАЩs face kept the gesture from being
childish. The pen broke. The newspaper was knocked onto the floor. A deep scar remained in the desk
top.

Dr. Harmony got up and went to the door.

"You!" he said to the receptionist. "Cancel all my appointments. Prepare to close the office."

"YouтАФ"

"IтАЩm taking a long vacation," snapped Dr. Harmony.

The receptionist looked as if she was about to bawl.

"Will I be out . . . out . . . of a job?"

"Well, hell, you wonтАЩt be the first one who ever lost a job!"