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

"Hello, sugar," Hickey said.

"Hello, hon," responded Nancy. After some more sirup-coated preliminaries of the same vein, Nancy got
down to business. "Do you know a man named Doc Savage?" she asked.

"Has some guy been makinтАЩ passes at you?" Hickey yelled. "IтАЩll knock his block off!"

"Oh, donтАЩt be silly! Have you ever heard of him? His name is Doc Savage, and the newspapers call him
the man of mystery."

"Oh," said Hickey. "That one!"
"Well, do you know him?"

"Oh, sure. I have breakfast with him every morning, lunch with President Roosevelt, dinner with J. P.
Morgan, although sometimes I have to go out with John D. Rockefeller, too, so he wonтАЩt feel slighted."

"Cut out the wisecracks, Hickey. Do you know him?"

"Hell, no."

"Do you know anything about him?"

Genuine admiration came into HickeyтАЩs voice.

"Say, heтАЩs quite a guy, from what IтАЩve heard. You used to read stuff in the newspapers about him, but I
guess heтАЩs stopped giving out interviews. Still, they publish pictures of him now and then. HeтАЩs a big
bronze man, a mighty striking-looking guy. Come to think of it, his picture is in this morningтАЩs Press."

Nancy asked patiently, "What does he do, Hickey, hon?"

"Well, the first time I heard what he does for a profession, I thought he was nuts," Hickey replied. "You
know what I meanтАФit didnтАЩt make sense. Back in them days when knighthood was in flower and you
went to a tinsmith to get your pants madeтАФ Hah, hah, pretty good. Eh, Nancy. Tinsmith to get your
pants made. A hot one, eh?"

"They must have gone to a carpenter for that head of yours," Nancy said.

In a sobered voice, Hickey continued:

"Well, Doc Savage makes a business of helping people who are in trouble, aiding the oppressed, and
punishing evildoers. ThatтАЩs what I read somewhere that the guy does. Only I donтАЩt see where there
would be any profit in that. It sounds goofy to me. Like I said, back in the days when a knight went to a
tinsmith for hisтАФ"

"Where can I find him, Hickey?"

Hickey became suspicious.

"Say, why are you so danged interested?" he demanded.