"025 (B013) - Land of Always-Night (1935-03) - Ryerson Johnson" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"Naw, naw, don't!" he choked. "I dunno where it is! So help me, I don't!"



The other man made no answer. His fantastic white hand

-- the other one never moved, as if it were dead -- was not his only unusual characteristic. His eyes were unnaturally huge and so very pale as to be almost the color of water, and he had a thin face, a thin body. When occasional distant automobile headlights caused him to cast a shadow, the shadow was skeleton-thin.



Beery Hosmer broke out in gibberish.



"I don't know," he gulped. "I wouldn't kid you. I don't know anything about it!"



The other man's white hand kept moving.



"Where is it?" he asked. His voice was utterly flat; it held the mechanical quality found in the speech of persons so deaf that they can hardly hear themselves talk.



Beery Hosmer tried to back away. He was already pressed against the darkened window of a candy store.



"Wouldn't I tell you if I knew?" he whimpered. "Lookit, Ool -- "



The hand of the man called Ool seemed to move a little slower.



"You have it," he said tonelessly. "You were on your way to endeavor to sell it to this man Doc Savage. It is in the money belt which you carry around your waist."



Beery made choking sounds. He was almost sobbing.



"Take it easy!" he blubbered. "We can fix this tip. Gimme time! Lemme think!"