"twogirlsmissing" - читать интересную книгу автора (Oliphant Ronald)She went right on acting. I stayed at the door, taking in the conversation, just to find out
what things were all about. You see, this little roadhouse had advertised for a girl to act as hostess--say hello to the patrons when they came in--and sing, and play the piano during meals, and maybe dance with those that wanted to dance to phonograph records. Which was all right--except for the fact that, during the past month, two girls had taken the hostess' job at this particular spot and had never been seen or heard of again. So I was here to investigate. "Look here, kid," Thick-neck was saying to Shirley, "gimme this straight: is that guy sitting alone at a table a dick?" Shirley shrugged her shoulders and made a queer sound in her throat. "You don't know him. huh?" Shirley shook her head. "And you ain't a dick yourself?" Again Shirley signified a negative. The big man tapped the gun in his hand and leered at her knowingly. "I can't talk to you help, this gat's got a silencer, and it'll blow you to hell before you can chirp!" Shirley's gray eyes widened. But I knew she wasn't scared. She was just acting--and making a good job of it. I don't think Thick-neck tumbled that she was kidding him. He went over to her, unfastened the gag and took it out of her mouth. "I'll just make sure you ain't packin' a hide out on me!" he said, and his stubby fingers began to explore the neckline of her dress. I took a step forward. My fist was clenched, and I had my eye on a point right behind his ear. One good wallop on that spot would drop him like a steer in a slaughterhouse. But Shirley had squirmed away from his groping fingers, and she was turned halfway around. A harsh exclamation broke from her. Then-- The sharp bark of a weapon broke the silence. Looking down, I saw smoke coming from a small gun in Shirley's right hand, which was still tied with the left one, behind her back. She must have been hiding the gun in her sleeve, and slipped it out while he was questioning her. And now, she'd let him have it-- He went down onto his knees, cursing and clawing at his right shoulder. He was hurt, but not too bad. |
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