"Henry Kuttner - Don't Look Now" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kuttner Henry)

"Infrared film's comparatively new, isn't it? And then I'll bet you have to catch them against that one particular
backgroundтАФ you knowтАФor they won't show on the film. Like trees against clouds. It's tricky. You must have had
just the right lighting that day, and exactly the right focus, and the lens stopped down just right. A kind of minor
miracle. It might never happen again exactly that way. But . . . don't look now."

They were silent. Furtively, they watched the mirror. Their eyes slid along toward the open door of the tavern.

And then there was a long, breathless silence.

"He looked back at us," Lyman said very quietly. "He looked at us ... that third eye!"

The brown man was motionless again. When he moved, it was to swallow the rest of his drink.

"I don't think that they're suspicious yet," he said. "The trick will be to keep under cover until we can blow this thing
wide open. There's got to be some way to do itтАФsome way that will convince people."

"There's proof. The photographs. A competent cameraman ought to be able to figure out just how you caught that
Martian on film and duplicate the conditions. It's evidence."

"Evidence can cut both ways," the brown man said. "What I'm hoping is that the Martians don't really like to
killтАФunless they have to. I'm hoping they won't kill without proof. ButтАФ" He tapped his wrist watch.

"There's two of us now, though," Lyman said. "We've got to stick together. Both of us have broken the big
ruleтАФdon't look nowтАФ"

The bartender was at the back, disconnecting the juke box. The brown man said, "We'd better not be seen together

unnecessarily. But if we both come to this bar tomorrow night at nine for a drinkтАФthat wouldn't look suspicious, even
to them."

"SupposeтАФ" Lyman- hesitated. "May I have one of those photographs?"

"Why?"

"If one of us hadтАФan accidentтАФthe other one would still have the proof. Enough, maybe, to convince the right
people."

The brown man hesitated, nodded shortly, and opened his watch case again. He gave Lyman one of the pictures.

"Hide it," he said. "It'sтАФevidence. I'll see you here tomorrow. Meanwhile, be careful. Remember to play safe."

They shook hands firmly, facing each other in an endless second of final, decisive silence. Then the brown man turned
abruptly and walked out of the bar.

Lyman sat there.. Between two wrinkles in his forehead there was a stir and a flicker of lashes unfurling. The third eye
opened slowly and looked after the brown man.