"008 (B018) - The Sargasso Ogre (1933-10) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"Ten thousand pardons, master," he apologized profusely to Long Tom. "I see an old friend. I would like very much to talk to him for a moment."



"Sure! Go ahead."



Pasha Bey sidled over to his hireling, a man called Homar.



"Listen closely, oh stupid one!" he muttered. "This fool of a white man left a note on the table in his room. The ways of the police are beyond understanding, and it might be unfortunate for us if they found the note. Go get it."



"Yes, oh wise one," agreed Homar.



"When you have the missive, come to the spot in the catacombs where we are to kill this white man. He is small and pale, and should be easy killing. But it is just as well to have plenty of help on hand. He who said too many cooks spoil a broth told a lie."



"Yes, oh great one," replied Homar.



Pasha Bey now returned to Long Tom and salaamed politely.



"My friend was very glad to see me," he lied. "And by the life of your father, I am grateful to you for letting me talk with him."



"That's all right," said Long Tom impatiently. "Let's hurry along. Our gang is sailing on the Camerionic, a little after midnight."



They stepped to the street. A neat, moderately expensive closed automobile stood at the curb.



"Our conveyance, my master," murmured Pasha Bey, neglecting to add that the car was stolen, and that the driver was one of the most accomplished murderers in Alexandria, probably second only to Pasha Bey himself.