"077 (B041) - Merchants of Disaster (1939-07) - Harold Davis" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

In fact, he had noticed the queer light signals for several days before his interest was aroused. Even then he was only mildly intrigued.



That is, until he discovered he was the only one who saw the signals at all!



At that, he had no inkling of what he was about to discover or his actions might have been different. In which case the course of many lives would have been altered. A great number of those lives probably would have been saved.



Les Quinan didn't know about the death of Joe Goopy, of course. But if he had he wouldn't have connected that death with the queer light flashes.



The flashes, in themselves, seemed insignificant enough. Actually, they appeared only as long streaks of sunlight.



But sunlight does not originate in the fifth floor of a Washington office building. And besides, Les Quinan could not see sunlight anyhow. He was snow-blind.



Big, dark-colored glasses covered his eyes. He paced his office restlessly, unable to read, cursing the impulse that had taken him on a skiing trip and his own lack of caution which had resulted in the snow-blindness.



Les Quinan was a patent attorney, and a good one. But he needed his eyes to read law books and to draw up legal documents.



Those eyes were improving, but he still could barely see well enough to get around at all.



But he could see the queer light flashes!



The surprise of that was so great that unconsciously he yanked the dark-colored glasses from his eyes, trying for a better look.



Without the glasses he could see nothing at all!