"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 121 - The Black, Black Witch" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

The pilot was about twenty-two. He was one of the best bomber pilots in the American air force. He
grinned. тАЬOrders,тАЭ he said.

тАЬOrders?тАЭ

тАЬInstructions are to get you and Mr. Savage over a certain spot in Occupied France as near the hour of
midnight as possible. That's my job. Now stop bothering me. Go sit down.тАЭ

тАЬYou ain't gonna fight that Heinkel?тАЭ

тАЬNo.тАЭ

тАЬA fine war.тАЭ

тАЬA fine lot of hell I'd catch if I didn't follow orders,тАЭ the pilot said. тАЬGo sit down. Your face is ruining my
digestion.тАЭ

Monk grinned. тАЬLook,тАЭ he said. тАЬAnswer me a question, huh?тАЭ

тАЬJust one question,тАЭ the pilot agreed. тАЬThen go sit down.тАЭ

тАЬSure. What's the black, black witch?тАЭ

тАЬWhat's what?тАЭ

тАЬThe black, black witch.тАЭ

тАЬWhat the hell are you talking about?тАЭ

тАЬI was,тАЭ said Monk patiently, тАЬasking you a question. What is the black, black witch?тАЭ

The pilot looked at Monk disagreeably. тАЬIf you're trying to be funny, you ain't. If you're trying to bother
me, you are. Do you know how many gadgets there are on this instrument panel? Over a hundred. I'm
supposed to watch some of them. You and your black, black witches. Get 'em out of here!тАЭ

тАЬYou never heard of a black, black witch?тАЭ

тАЬHell, no!тАЭ



MONK MAYFAIR gave up and went back and sat on a canvas fatigue bunk under the navigator's
тАЬastroтАЭ dome. The place was cramped for space. The complicated rumps of machine guns projected into
the cabin and a collection of half-ton bombs took up space in the bomb bay underfoot.

тАЬWhy were you bothering the pilot?тАЭ Doc Savage asked.

тАЬI thought I'd talk him into taking a shot at that Heinkel,тАЭ Monk explained. тАЬBut he's a very serious pilot.
He don't fool around with little things like Heinkels.тАЭ