"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 320 - Reign of Terror" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

"Quite a parade we make," Teller said as the five of them went into the lobby of the building.

One of the cops grunted.

The other said, "Sixth floor. Room 602."

The sign on the door of room 602 read, 'Acme.' Merely that and nothing more. One of the policemen
said, "Here we are."

Teller opened the door and walked in. He was flanked by his two private detectives. Behind them came
the two men in police uniform.

Pausing in the doorway, Teller gasped, "What the hell is this?"

He tried to back up, as he did so his back pressed into his two men. They were helpless. They turned
their heads and saw the police positive .38's in the hands of the two uniformed men.

They couldn't turn, couldn't get their hands on their guns because Teller was jammed into them.

Blinking incredulously, Teller finally took a step forward into the office. He said, "What goes here?"

The masked man behind the desk ran his hand along the sub machine gun that took up a section of the
desk and said, "Guess."

"Put that away, turn it away or I'll tell these men who you are, Corbacc..."

The machine gun stuttered.

The men in police uniforms looked just as surprised when the bullets raked through their chests as had
Teller and his two men.

Corbaccio got up from behind the desk. He hoped the gun hadn't jammed. He stepped forward toward
the huddle of five men who lay like discarded garments in a pile on the floor. He pointed the nose of the
gun down. He said, "Just for luck." The gun stuttered again.

He threw the gun on the heap of men, snapping the buttons on his gloves as he walked out of the office.
He closed the door behind him.
His right hand was in his coat pocket. He held onto a .38. There just might be a cleaning woman or some
busybody working overtime... He looked up and down the hall.

Not a sign of movement. He walked down the stairs. He took his time. He passed no one. On the street
level an old man was just coming in the revolving door. He had a pass book under his arm.

He said, "Oh, I guess I just got here in time. Would you mind signing this, sir? Have to get the name of
anyone who's in the building after closing you know."

Corbaccio said, "Yes, I know." He waited while the little old man opened the book at the proper place.

The old man said tiredly, "Right here, sir. The time you came in and left, if you will."