"James Herbert - Soul Catcher" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert James)

"Dad'll be halfway to Washington by now."

"And you in that awful camp."

"It's the best camp there is."
"I guess so. You know, Davey, we all may have to move to the East."

David nodded. His father had moved them to the Carmel Valley and gone back into private
practice after the last election. He commuted up the Peninsula to the city three days a
week. Sometimes Prosper joined him there for a weekend. They kept an apartment in the
city and a maid-caretaker.

But yesterday his father had received a telephone call from someone important in the
government. There had been other calls and a sense of excitement in the house. Howard
Marshall had been offered an important position in the State Department.

David said: "It's funny, y'know?"

"What is, dear?"

"Dad's going to Washington and so am I."

She smiled. "Different Washingtons."

"Both named for the same man."

"Indeed they were."

Mrs. Parma glided into the breakfast room, said: "Excuse me, madam. I have had Peter put
the young sir's equipage into the car. Will there be anything else?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Parma. That will be all."

David waited until Mrs. Parma had gone, said: "That book about the camp said they have
some Indian counselors. Will they look like Mrs. Parma?'

"Davey! Don't they teach you anything in that school?"

"I know they're different Indians. I just wondered if they, you know, looked like her, if
that's why we called our Indians. . . ."

"What a strange idea." She shook her head, arose. "There are times when you remind me of
your grandfather Morgenstern. He used to insist the Indians were the lost tribe of
Israel." She hesitated, one hand lingering on the table, her gaze focused on the knife at
David's waist. "You will be careful with that awful knife?"

"I'll do just like Dad said. Don't worry."

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Special agent Norman Hosbig, Seattle Office, FBI: Yes, in answer to that, I believe I can