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

тАЬThey probably told him not to.тАЭ
тАЬProbably,тАЭ Monk agreed.

Doc Savage stood up then and began adjusting the fit of his parachute harness, so Monk judged that it
would soon be time for them to jump.

Doc Savage seemed a big man, a giant of a man, in the plane cabin. In the crowded cabin space you got
an idea of his amazing physical build. On the street, or when he was not close to things to which his size
could be compared, he did not look such a giant. The unusual things about his appearance were more
noticeable now, too. The metallic bronze which tropical sun had given his skin. His rather startling gold
eyes were like tiny pools of flake gold always stirred and in motion. And the controlled power of his
voice.

It was more than his reputation, Monk reflected, that had caused the bomber crew to spend their spare
time looking at Doc curiously.

Monk said, тАЬHe's never heard of the black, black witch.тАЭ

тАЬWho has not?тАЭ

тАЬThe pilot.тАЭ

тАЬThat,тАЭ Doc Savage said, тАЬmakes us even. We had never heard of it either.тАЭ

тАЬThe thing I want to do is hear more about this black, black witch,тАЭ Monk said.

The plane tipped its nose down. It dived into the clouds. For hours the clouds had been below them like
a vast ethereal earth covered with gray snow.

The night became very dark in the clouds.

The navigator touched Doc's arm. тАЬTime to jump,тАЭ he said. тАЬThat isтАФin forty seconds.тАЭ

They threw open the escape hatch in the plane hull.

They waited, eyes on the navigator.

The navigator grinned, threw up his arm and brought it down.

Doc Savage and Monk Mayfair tumbled out into space that was cold, black, damp.



AIR roared in their ears as they fell. Altitude of the plane had been eleven thousand. It was good sense to
open the parachutes while they were still in the clouds, for that would be less conspicuous in case anyone
had heard the plane and happened to be looking up. тАЬPull, Monk!тАЭ Doc yelled. He yanked the rip cord
out of its metal sleeve and set his muscles and took the shock of the parachute opening.

It was black and still after the parachute opened. But immediately a nightingale called out nearby in the
night sky. Doc answered the bird call, imitating another nightingale. Then he dragged down the shrouds