"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 173 - Once Over Lightly" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)тАЬNo. Intuition and guesswork told me that. But I know a scared girl when I see one, and Glacia is
scared.тАЭ тАЬOf whom?тАЭ тАЬI don't know.тАЭ тАЬThen I presume you don't know what is behind it?тАЭ тАЬLook, I haven't been Girl Friday around a private detective agency for better than three years without learning a little about human nature. Glacia is terrified. I'll stick by that. She is doubly scared now, but she had it before her Uncle Waldo was killed. I can't cite you case and example for proof, but I do know how it feels to sit on a volcano when it's getting ready to erupt, which is the way it has been the last couple of days.тАЭ тАЬWhat about the deceased man, Waldo Loring?тАЭ тАЬWaiting. Secretive and waiting. I had the feeling he was a hunter in a jungle full of wild and dangerous game, a hunter standing behind a tree with his rifle cocked. Waiting to shoot, but at the same time not knowing what instant one of the wild animals might pounce on him. Last night one of them pounced.тАЭ Doc Savage tasted his coffee. тАЬLet's leave your intuition a little more out of it,тАЭ he suggested. тАЬNo. Because I wouldn't have much left,тАЭ I said. тАЬAnd I know my intuition. I'll bank on it.тАЭ тАЬNever . . . Of lately, nor before. I didn't know she had him.тАЭ тАЬHe wasn't around previously, then?тАЭ тАЬNo. I got the idea they'd only met recentlyтАФthat is, Glacia hadn't seen him for a number of years, and he had looked her up a few days ago at the most. Uncle Waldo had been a seafaring man, I think. He talked like a sailor. A real one, not a phony. I would guess him as not a navy man, but a commercial sailor, and an officer, perhaps the captain of a freighter.тАЭ тАЬIs that entirely guesswork?тАЭ тАЬDeduction, my dear Watson. I know the difference between navy and commercial jargon. Uncle Waldo was commercial. You can spot a man used to commanding by his mannerтАФat least I can. That meant Uncle Waldo was an officer on a ship. And officers on passenger liners develop polite manners. Ergo, he was a freighter captain.тАЭ тАЬA freighter captain waiting for something to happen to him,тАЭ Savage said dryly. тАЬOr waiting to make it happen to someone else, if he could get in first lick.тАЭ тАЬYou mentioned an Indian warclub in the room occupied by yourself and Miss Glacia Loring. Was that the instrument used on Uncle Waldo?тАЭ тАЬI don't know. But the warclub is gone.тАЭ |
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