"Foster, Alan Dean - Smart Dragons, Foolish Elves" - читать интересную книгу автора (Foster Alan Dean)hand, the mystery of the sealed trunk appealed to him. Who
knew what he'd find in there once he opened it up? Maybe the car had belonged to a smuggler who had had to hide a hot cargo fast, and the trunk was full of lovely golden ingots, or diamonds, or ninety-year-old cognac, which the smuggler had planned to reclaim a few weeks later, except that something unexpected had come up. On the fourth hand -- The dealer said, "How'd you like to take her out for another test spin, then?" Norton shook his head. "Don't think I need to. I've got a good idea of how she rides." "Well, then, let's step into the office and close the deal." Sidestepping the maneuver, Norton said, "What year did you say she was?" "Oh, about a 'sixty-four, 'sixty-five." 4 Robert Silverberg "You aren't sure?" "You can't really tell with these foreign jobs, sometimes. You know, they don't change the model for five, six, ten years in a row, except in little ways that only an expert would notice. Take Volkswagen, for instance -- " "And I just realized," Norton cut in, "that you never told me what make she is, either." "Peugeot, maybe, or some kind of Fiat," said the dealer hazily. "One of those kind." "You don't know?" A shrug. "Well, we checked a lot of the style books going back a few years, but there are so damn many of these foreign cars around, and some of them they import only a few thousand, and -- well, so we couldn't quite figure it out." Norton wondered how he was going to get spare parts for a car of unknown make and uncertain date. Then he realized that he was thinking of the car as his, already, even though the more he considered the deal, the less he liked it. And then he thought of those ingots in the trunk. The rare |
|
|