"Brian Lumley - Necroscope 1 - Necroscope" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lumley Brian)

go on. Which was why he was here: to go through Keenan Gormley's things, prepare some sort of case for
the branch, continue fighting its cause. And again Kyle found himself wondering about his strange talent,
his ability to glimpse the future.
For the fact was that last night he had dreamed that the answer lay right here, in this building,
amongst Gormley's papers. Or perhaps 'dreamed' was the wrong word for it. Kyle's revelations - his
glimpses of things which had not yet happened, future occurrences -invariably came in those
misty moments between true sleep and coming awake, immediately prior to full conscious awareness.
The clamour of his alarm-clock could do it, set the process in motion, or even the first crack of sunlight
through his bedroom window. That's what it had been this morning: the grey light of another grey
day invading his room, getting under his eyelids, impressing upon his idly drifting mind the fact that
another day was about to be born.
And with it had been born a vision. But again, 'glimpse' might be a better word for it, for that was
all Kyle's talent had ever permitted: the merest glimpse. Knowing this - and knowing that it would
only occur once and then be gone forever - he had fastened upon it. absorbed it. He dared not miss a
thing. Everything be had ever 'seen' in this way had always proved to be vitally important.

And on this occasion:

He had seen himself seated at Keenan Gormley's desk, going through his papers one by one. The top
right-hand desk drawer was open; the papers and files on the desk in front of him had come from there.
Gormley's massive security filing cabinet stood as yet undisturbed against the wall of his office; its three
keys were lying on top of the desk where Kyle had tossed them. Each key would open a tiny drawer in
the cabinet, and each drawer had its own combination lock. Kyle knew the combinations and yet had
not bothered to open the cabinet. No, for that which he sought was right here, in these documents
from the drawer.
As if realisation of that fact had galvanised the image of himself where it sat in Gormley's chair, Kyle
had then seen himself pause abruptly as he came to a certain file. It was a yellow file, which meant
that it concerned a prospective member of the organisation. Someone 'on the books', as it were.
Someone Gormley had had his beady eye on. Perhaps someone with a real talent.
As that thought dawned, so Kyle took a step towards himself where he sat. Then, dramatically, as
was always the case, his alter-image at the desk had looked up, stared at him, and held up the file
so that he could read the name on the cover. The name was 'Harry Keogh'.
That was all. That had been the point where Kyle had started awake. As to what the thing had
meant or was supposed to signify - who could say? Kyle had long since given up trying to predict the
meaning of these glimpses, other than the fact that they had meaning. But in any case, if something
could be said to have brought him here today, it would have to be that brief and as yet inexplicable
'dream' before waking.
As yet it was still fairly early in the morning. Kyle had beaten the first rush of heavy traffic in
London's streets by just a few minutes. For the next hour or more all would be chaos out there,
but in here it was quiet as the proverbial tomb. The rest of the admin team (all three of them,
including the typist!) had been given today and tomorrow off out of respect for the dead man,
so the offices upstairs would be completely empty.
In the tiny foyer Kyle had pressed the button for the elevator, which now arrived and opened
its doors. He entered and as the doors closed behind him he took out his pass-card, sliding it
easily and smoothly through the sensor slot. The elevator jerked but made no upward movement.
Its doors opened, waited for a long moment, closed again. Kyle frowned, glanced at his card and
silently cursed. It had run out yesterday! Normally Gormley would have renewed its validity on the
branch computer; now Kyle would have to do it himself. Fortunately he had Gormley's card with
him, along with the rest of his office-related effects. Using the ex-Head of Branch's pass-card, he
coerced the elevator into carrying him to the top floor, going through a similar procedure to let