"Edmond Hamilton - The Three Planeteers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Edmond)

Sual Av suddenly grinned. тАЬLook at that, John. It's a new one."

The Venusian nodded his bald head toward the corner of the chromaloy building, which was plastered
with advertisements and official notices. Among them was a bright new poster.

"WANTEDтАФTHE THREE PLANETEERS

"Reward of one million dollars offered by the Earth Police for any information leading to the
arrest of the outlaws known as the Three Planeteers.'

Sual Av's green eyes gleamed with droll humor in his froglike face.

"They've raised the price on us, John. We ought to feel flattered."

Gunner Welk was reading the rest of the notice in a low, rumbling voice.
"The identities and descriptions of the Three Planeteers follow: John Thorn, Earthman, twenty-eight years
old, deserter from the Earth NavyтАФ"

"That's enough,тАЭ Sual Av chuckled. тАЬThe rest is just a long list of our heinous exploits."

John Thorn took a long, green cigarette of Martian rail leaf from his pocket and scratched its tip against
the wall, thus igniting it. As he puffed on it, Thorn spoke under his breath.

"Get ready, boysтАФhere comes our shadow, if my guess is right."

Neither the grinning, bald Venusian nor the big Mercurian changed expression. But their hands casually
dropped to the side of their jackets, where atom-pistols bulged their pockets.

A man in the gray uniform of a noncom of the Earth Navy was shouldering toward them out of the
passing throng. He was a middle-aged man with a flat, grizzled face.

"Can you spare a smoke, sailor?тАЭ he asked Thorn.

"Of course,тАЭ John Thorn answered calmly, and fished one of the green cigarettes from his pocket. He
kept his face bent as he handed it over.

"Thanks,тАЭ muttered the man, and was gone in the throng.

"A false alarm, after all,тАЭ grunted Gunner Welk.

"No,тАЭ clipped Thorn. тАЬI know that man. He was one of my non-coms before I deserted the Navy. He
knows I'm John Thorn, which means that he knows we're the Planeteers. He's gone for the police."

Thorn's gaze swiveled rapidly. Then he pushed his companions toward the swinging door of the
vibration-joint.

"In here!тАЭ he exclaimed. тАЬWe can go out another door."

Thrumming music hit John Thorn and his comrades in the faces as they entered the place. It was a room
clogged with greenish smoke. Men at tables in the center were arguing in bull voices as they drank black