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

"M'sieu' Gendarme," he said, "could you tell me why all thees ees happen?"



The general could fake almost any accent. He loved to.





THE cop had come from a long line of brick-throwing ancestors, and his grin was big.



"Your guess is as good as mine, Frenchy." The officer jerked a thumb upward. "The powers that be say fence in the streets around here; so fence 'em in we will."



"But, m 'sieu', some reason you 'ave give thees people why you not let zem pas', no?"



"This is the only reason we have to give 'em." The cop tapped his badge.



"Velly stlange," said the general, singsonging. "Velly stlange."



The cop watched him walk off, then scratched his head.



"Dang me," he grunted. "First he's a frog, then he's a laundryman!"



The general was at that moment also much the master of evil - and profitable - schemes, He went directly to the offices of Proudman Shaster.



Proudman Shaster gave his visitor a dry smile and a dried-up hand, then went back behind his huge desk and sat down. The result was that Proudman Shaster about disappeared. Only his bulging melon of a head showed over the formidable desk.



Proudman Shaster's head was all that counted, anyway. It was full of brains and all the ideas they hatched were bad.