"045 (B036) - Resurrection Day (1936-11) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

The general had a vocational interest in policemen, anyway, having spent many of his waking hours, as well as manv hours taken from his sleeping time, in figuring out ways of keeping out of their clutches.



The policemen began unloading their posts. timbers and barbed wire. The orncer in charge gestured and called orders. General Ino's jaw dropped in astonishment. The cops were going to build a barbed-wire barricade acrossone of the busiest streets in New York City!



General Ino crowded around with some other curious people who had stopped. The general was not afraid of cops. Not for nothing had he stayed awake nights, for he could walk New York streets undisguised and - practically - unafraid.



There was a commotion at the other end of the block, and another truckload of policemen and the makings of a barbed-wire barricade came to a stop near the giant skyscrapers.



It was true that General Ino had thus far operated in Egypt, Italy, Japan and elsewhere. Places far from NewYork, but places where they have rich men. Particularly rich are the new merchant princes of Japan. One of them had paid a quarter of a million yen ransom for his son, his only man-child.



More trucks were arriving. It seemed that the entire block was going to be barricaded. That meant the building, really. The building was a block square and taller than ihe length of the longest ocean liner in the world.



General Ino had killed the Japanese merchant prince's man-child, but the merchant prince didn't know that before the ransom was paid. Didn't know it yet, in fact. Years later, the general had thought he might work off some phony brat as the man-child. He had kept the baby clothes of the man-child and the bit of jewelry it had worn.



There was quite a hullabaloo now, with the policemen stopping traffic and beginning to build their barbed-wire fences across the most teeming streets in a city noted for its traffic.



General Ino had played the races. That took money. He had practically kept himself a harem. That took more money. Moreover, he had kept his old organization of crooks and killers intact. That took the most money of all. In that organization he believed he had some of the coldest, slickest crooks alive.



The general had once added up the rewards hanging over the heads of his organization members. The total had stunned him. But it was an asset which he hadn't yet been able to think out a method of cashing in on.



For General Ino was about broke. All ripe for one of the fabulously big, cleverly planned, cunningly executed hauls which was the only kind he touched.



General Ino walked over to the nearest policeman.