"Smith, Wilbur - Shout At The Devil" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Wilbur)"Have I ever let you down yet?" Flynn demanded aggressively, and a
drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose onto his already damp shirt. "Ah!" El Keb repeated. This scheme has a flair. It has the touch of greatness to it. This scheme..." Flynn paused to find a suitable adjective, ".. . this scheme is Napoleonic. It is Caesarian!" "Ah!" El Keb said again, and refilled his tea cup. Lifting it delicately between thumb and forefinger, he sipped before speaking. "It is necessary only that I should risk the total destruction of a sixty-foot dhow worth..." prudently he inflated the figure." .. two thousand English pounds?" "Against an almost certain recovery of twenty thousand, Flynn cut in quickly, and El Keb smiled a little, almost dreamily. "You'd put the profits so high? "he asked. "That's the lowest figure. Good God, Kebby! There hasn't been a shot fired in the Rufiji basin for twenty years. You know damn well it's the Kaiser's private hunting reserve. like sheep." Involuntarily Flynn's right forefinger crooked and twitched as though it were already curled a round a trigger. "Madness hispered El Keb, with the gold gloat softening the shape of his lips. "You'd sail into the Rufiji river from the sea, hoist the Union Jack on one of the islands in the delta and fill the dhow with German ivory. Madness." "The Germans have formally annexed none of those islands. I'd be in and out again before Berlin had sent their first cable to London. With ten of my gun-boys hunting, we'd fill the dhow in two weeks." "The Germans would have a gunboat there in a week. They've got the Blacher lying at Dares Salaam under steam, heavy cruiser with nine-inch guns." "We'd be under protection of the British flag. They couldn't dare touch us not on the high seas not with things the way they are now between England and Germany." "Mr. O'Flynn, I was led to believe you were a citizen of the United States of America." |
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