"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 173 - Once Over Lightly" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

I stood up. тАЬAll right. Not all right about the busтАФjust all right, I see I'm not getting anywhere with you. I
just thought I'd drop in and let you know I'd figured out that fainting stuff. . . . And to get another look at
the great Doc Savage. The first look didn't count. You have to know what you're looking at, to
appreciate scenery.тАЭ

If he thought I meant that as flatteryтАФand I didn'tтАФhe did not rise to it. тАЬYou've made the morning
interesting,тАЭ he said.

Maybe he was just being cagey. But on the chance that he was being smug, I pointed at the chemistry
stuff on the table. тАЬNotice you were doing an iodine vapor check for latent fingerprints. How's it turning
out? Find out who killed Waldo Loring?тАЭ

For the first time he showed a little emotion. He looked slightly pained. He crossed to the door, opened
it, followed me through. Monk Mayfair was in the other room, and Savage told him, тАЬOur visitor has an
active imagination.тАЭ

Monk Mayfair was looking at my legs. His lips phrased but he did not say aloud, that was not all I had.
He got to his feet, assisted Doc Savage with the goodbyesтАФand I got a pretty good idea of what he
would presently do, and was not surprised when he did it. He opened the door after I had left and was
walking down the hall, and said, тАЬOh, by the way, Miss Mote.тАЭ

I stopped. Monk came up. тАЬI said, тАЬIt's either Mote, or Miss Trunnels, but not Miss Mote, please. Don't
tell me I forgot my handkerchief.тАЭ

тАЬYou were probably very careful not to do that,тАЭ he said amiably. тАЬLook, I didn't follow you just to shine
my eyes at you, although that would be interesting too. I've got a question. . . . Are you going to stick
with this thing?тАЭ

тАЬIf you mean stick with my friend Glacia, that's what I plan.тАЭ

тАЬOkay. Then I got a wee bit of advice. Be careful of new friendships.тАЭ

тАЬEh?тАЭ

тАЬIn new acquaintances can lie danger, whereas old friends are to be trusted, or at least you know which
one of them is a stinker.тАЭ

I looked at him for a moment. тАЬHow do you want that interpreted. You sound like a thirty-cent fortune
teller.тАЭ
He grinned. He was so utterly homely that there was something pleasant about his grinning. тАЬIt's just a
dab of wisdom. Tee it up and take a mental swing at it if you have spare time.тАЭ

тАЬYou mean there's going to be a tall dark man in my life?тАЭ

тАЬSearch me. The tall and dark ones I wouldn't worry so much about, though.тАЭ

тАЬHow about short ones?тАЭ

тАЬIf they're short and wide, and run quite a lot to jaw, I'd walk as if I was on eggs.тАЭ