"L Ron Hubbard - Mission Earth 05 - Fortune of Fear" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hubbard L. Ron)

He was looking at the cases. They were white cases and they had Zanco on the side of them, in
Voltarian. A real potential Code break. I couldn't stop her from taking them!
"Wait right there," Prahd said. He rushed out at speed and was back in a flash. He had a
whole box of assorted decals in his hands. He sorted through them. He chose half a dozen.
Using water from the washbasin he fixed them on the cases and the hypnohelmet boxes, covering
the Zanco labels. He put the sixth one on her grip. They said:



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WORLD HEALTH OPERATION
LABORATORY SPECIMENS
HANDLE WITH CARE
DO NOT X-RAY
INTERNATIONAL DISEASE CONTROL
TURKEY

They had red crosses and red crescents on them and the United Nations symbol.
He got a seal out of the box and fastened the three cases shut with wire and lead and the
W.H.Op. symbol. "Now," he said, "if anybody stops you, tell them you're on your way to the
International Disease Control Laboratory in New York. That's where we send specimens. Tell them
the cases contain hermetically sealed bottles of spinal meningitis."
"Spinal meningitis," she repeated. "I can't thank you enough, Doctor, for all your treatment
and assistance."
"It has been a pleasure to serve your ladyship." He bowed. Gods, you'd think he was in a
Royal court! "A pleasant journey and happy return." I sure didn't share the latter sentiment. Once
the Countess Krak left here she would be gone for good! He actually backed out of the door!
She was packing the greatcoat and spacer coveralls in her grip. I had to get her out of here.
Just being near her made my hands shake. I got out her ticket and passport.
"That's your name for this planet," I said.
She looked at the passport. "Heavenly Joy Krackle!" she said. "I'd guess you thought of that,
Soltan. How sweet of you!"
"And here's your money. You'll need it for cab fare at the other end." I gave her the fifty
dollars.
She looked at it curiously. And I will say that modern U.S. money, a dingy blackish green on
gray-green paper, does not compare very well in appearance to the gold gleam of Voltar currency.
She was looking at the picture. "Grant? In English, that means 'give away.' This bill can't be
very valuable if they just give them away. How much is this worth in credits?"
"They don't know of us yet," I said, "so the U.S. dollar doesn't exchange against credits.
But, at a guess, one dollar is about one-fifth of a credit."
"Oh, dear," she said. "This is only ten credits, then. I don't have any clothes, Soltan. I
mustn't let Jettero see me like this! Can't you at least loan me some money?"
In no manner whatever, I thought. This was the cream of the jest. In my recent trip to the
U.S. I had found to my agony what women would spend on clothes. But, thanks to my exploits, Heller
was pretty flat. A few pretty dresses and fur coats would break him. I was exporting financial
ruin to him. And he deserved it for all the trouble he made.
I must have spent too much time gloating. She was speaking again. "Soltan, I know you are the
handler for Mission Earth. You made that very plain back at Spiteos when you brought Jettero to me