The Feathered Octopus: A Doc Savage Adventure by Lester Dent (pseud. Kenneth Robeson)

The Feathered Octopus: A Doc Savage Adventure by Lester Dent (pseud. Kenneth Robeson)

Author:Lester Dent (pseud. Kenneth Robeson)
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Adventure, Doc Savage (Fictional character), Fiction
Publisher: Distributed Proofreaders Canada
Published: 1937-08-15T05:00:00+00:00


DOC

“Great day!” Pat said.

“Yeo-o-o-w!” Renny howled, and pigeons flew off roofs for blocks around. “We’ve got Doc located!” he added more quietly.

“Let’s go!” Pat said.

Renny grimaced, went over and took her by an arm.

“Patricia,” he said in a fatherly way, “you’re a lovely, invaluable girl, but Park Avenue needs you to beautify its rich females. And I wouldn’t rob the hotsy-totsy set of your services for anything, so you will now act as though nothing had happened and go back to your mud packs and rowing machines and electric vibrators.”

“Yes, I will,” Pat said, “when the Sphinx turns a hand-spring.”

Renny tightened his grip on her arm. He looked at Long Tom. “Thomas,” he said, “get me a ball of Doc’s anaesthetic gas.”

Long Tom bobbed away.

“You wouldn’t!” Pat yelped. “You—you vipers! After what I just did, you wouldn’t dare! Why—you—” Long Tom came back with a little glass globule, which he broke under her nose.

“Don’t! Why—blast your infernal black, measly hides!” Pat then tried to hold her breath. She knew how the gas worked. If you breathed, it would knock you out; if you held your breath it became safe to breathe in about half a minute.

But Renny squeezed her, and she had to breathe. As she went to sleep, she was kicking desperately at them, trying to make them breathe the stuff, too. Pat went to sleep.

“What else could you do with a girl like that?” Renny complained. “Always wanting to mix in trouble with us.”

They took her down to the street.

“Reckon we better call Johnny?” Renny asked.

“Let him miss it—the woman-chaser!” snapped Long Tom. “Somebody has to watch Burke Benbow and his sister, anyway.”

They put Pat in the rear seat of a cab piloted by an honest fellow they knew, a chap who would see her safely to her Park Avenue menage.

“Gosh!” said the taxi driver, staring at Pat. “Is she—er, did she have one too many to drink?”

“She’s positively polluted,” said Renny.

And the hack rolled away across town with Pat.

Renny and Long Tom got some equipment; then they took the opposite direction.



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