"Brown, Roswell - Grace Culver 07 - Red is For Fox" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brown Roswell)

Burton was at his desk, sleeves rolled up, forehead furrowed. Galleys of type

proof and cutsЧa three-column layout Чwere spread before him on the cluttered

working surface.

Across the story, as Grace approached, he was scrawling "Kill" with a stubby

blue pencil.

"Hi, Mongoose!"

Burton's sad eyes lighted suddenly, in recognition.

"Culver! How be you? Haven't seen you in a month ofЧ"

"I've been busy Sundays. Working."

As the city editor tossed down the galleys and swung his chair toward the

corner of the desk on which his visitor had perched from long-standing habit, the

blue word lay revealed in almost dramatic clarity.

"So they keep the lady bloodhound with her nose to the ground even on the

Sabbath, eh?"

"Nope. This business was personal,"

Burton chuckled instantly.

"Now, if your old man were sitting there and telling me that, I'd know what he

meant. Gimcracks."

Grace opened her purse with a deliberate snap and drew out a lipstick. She

turned it deftly between her fingers, studying its polished surface. There was a

queer look on her face.

"Gimcracks?" she repeated, innocently. But Burton took no notice of the

interruption.

"What I wish is, you were back here working. Honest, Red, this business is

getting me. Nothing breaks until after we're on the street, any more. And when I