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

Monk Mayfair, who could tell wonderful lies with a straight face, said, тАЬSavage? This man's name isn't
Savage. His name is Jon Verdeck. He was born in Munich, and now lives on the Friedrichstrasse, in
Berlin. His house number is Friedrichstrasse, No. 138. My name is Jon, too. Jon Protest, and I live near
Potsdam.тАЭ

Monk's perfectly spoken German startled the colonel.

тАЬJa?тАЭ
the officer said.
тАЬJa,тАЭ
Monk lied. тАЬThat is right.тАЭ
The German finally smiled fiercely. тАЬYou are a good liar.тАЭ

Monk shrugged. He hadn't fooled the man.

The German colonel clicked off a bow to Doc Savage, said, тАЬI trust it will not insult you to say I am
proud to have met you, Mr. Savage. You are a man of great accomplishment.тАЭ

Doc made no comment.

тАЬGood night,тАЭ the German said.
He went out. He closed and locked the cell door. After that there was the regular pacing of sentries in the
corridor outside.

тАЬDoc,тАЭ Monk whispered.

тАЬYes?тАЭ

тАЬThey sure planned this thing. You notice how many soldiers they had? Two or three hundred. All picked
men, too, from their looks.тАЭ

Doc was silent.

тАЬThey were tipped off about us,тАЭ Monk said.

тАЬObviously.тАЭ

тАЬMacChesney,тАЭ said Monk, тАЬis the only guy who could've tipped 'em.тАЭ

Doc said nothing.

тАЬWe're likely,тАЭ Monk said, тАЬto find ourselves looking up at six feet of earth.тАЭ

тАЬHow do you figure that?тАЭ

тАЬWe were caught in enemy territory in civilian clothes, carrying American army parachutes. Technically,
that makes us spies. So they'll shoot us.тАЭ

тАЬMaybe not.тАЭ