"Gregory Kern - Cap Kennedy 01 - Galaxy of the Lost" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kern Gregory)"In you, no." He was deliberately curt. "In Armat Chan, perhaps. Where can I find him?" He was waiting in Kennedy's room at the hotel, a bland man with a neatly dressed figure, an executive-type case at the side of his chair. He rose as the pair entered, and glanced at the girl. Kennedy caught the slight, negative motion of her head as he headed toward the shower. Armat Chan said, "The matter is of prime urgency, was not that made clear?" "To whom?" snapped Kennedy. "To you or to me? If to you then why the nonsense at the beach? I don't take kindly to such stupidity." "It was considered desirable," said Chan. "On the beach, one man among many, how could we be sure you were the one we wanted?" Kennedy paused by the door leading to the shower. Glancing at the girl, he said, "Get out of here." "What?" She looked at Chan. "Sir?" "I told you to get out," snapped Kennedy harshly. "Now move!" As the door closed behind her he said to Chan, "Listen. If you are so inexperienced as not to be able to recognize a man you want to see, then me see your identification." "Now wait a minute!" Chan bristled, his dignity offended. "May I remind you that I amтАФ" "I don't want reminding. I want to see your identity." Kennedy stepped forward and before the other could protest bad seized his right hand. Lifting the sleeve, he pressed the flesh with cruel fingers and took his time studying the pattern which the pressure had caused to reveal itself on the inside of the wrist. "All right," he said, releasing the trapped hand. "Now sit down and wait while I shower and get dressed." He washed, dressed, reappeared neat in pants and blouse of lustrous black edged with gold. Chan had placed his case on a table. He opened it as Kennedy took another chair. "Now," he said stiffly. "If you are quite ready perhaps we can begin." "Perhaps." Chan sighed. "More delay?" "A little. How important is all this?" |
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