"Philip E. High - Twin Planets" - читать интересную книгу автора (High Phillip E)

"All right, Denning, get out. We haven't much time."

"Look here, whatтАФтАФтАФ?"

The weapon jerked menacingly. "Out, I said. Out, out, out."

He climbed out, already shivering with cold again. Behind the car was a
black sphere like a rigid gas balloon with a lighted opening like a door in
the side.

Something prodded into his back. "In there, and move. We're in a
hurry."

He was almost pushed through the opening, but before he could get a
look at the interior a voice said, "Sorry about this, Denning, but it has to
be done."

It seemed that something touched him lightly on the back of the neck.
A touch which left a curious spreading numbness, sapping his strength.
He swayed, clutching wildly for some sort of support, and a vague
impression that someone caught him before he fellтАж

"Are you all right, sir?" Something was shaking his shoulder gently, and
he opened his eyes.

"All right? ErтАФyes. Yes, thank you." He was looking at a real policeman
in the familiar blue uniform.

It had been a dream, all of it a dream. There was the shelter, the
winding road and the metal sign which said, correctly: Bus Stop. Parked
some thirty feet down the road was a police car with the comforting blue
lamp on the roof. A real policeman, the familiar road, the sun shining
from a cloudless sky. Yes, yes, a dreamтАФthank God.

"You were slumped over the wheel, sir." The red face beneath the blue
peaked cap was concerned. "I wondered if you had been taken ill."

"ErтАФno. No." Denning could have embraced him with relief. "As a
matter of fact, I had been driving for some hours, felt drowsy and decided
to pull off the road for a rest."

The policeman nodded. "Wish a few more drivers would use the same
common sense, sir, save a lot of accidents. Glad you're all right, sir." He
saluted and went away.

Denning waited until the police car was out of sight, then opened the
door, climbed out and stretched luxuriously.

A dream, a particularly vivid dream, but, thankтАФтАФтАФ his arms, still