"Curtis Steele - Operator 5 - 3408 - Cavern of the Damned" - читать интересную книгу автора (Steele Curtis)

close on the heels of his successful efforts to
terminate the war declared on the United States
by the Yellow Empire, he had driven to Florida for
a few weeks' respite. The message in Code 7
had arrived at his destination almost as soon as
he had. Now, after twenty-four hours of swift
driving, he was still at the wheel, winding his way
through the chill heights of the Blue Ridge Range
in Virginia.
The decoded message had hinted a sinister
mystery:
Mysterious and horrible deaths of four
Intelligence Operators in scattered parts of the
country, all apparently linked together,
demands immediate action. We are relying on
you. Return at once and meet me at Address X,
New York.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
Operator 5TM CAVERN OF THE DAMNED August,
1934
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
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Z-7.
Another sharp turn swung the roadster upon
a stretch of road crossing a lofty plateau banked
by illimitable darkness. The headlamps threw
writhing shadows along a craggy wall. The car
quickened speed as a startled voice spoke beside
Operator 5: "Jimmy-look!"
Tim Donovan, the self-reliant, freckle-faced
lad who had aided Operator 5 in the solution of
several important cases, had straightened in
wide-eyed astonishment: He poked a stubby
forefinger toward the depths of the valley ahead;
and Jimmy Christopher, nudging the brakes,
gazed toward a weird glow that had appeared in
the emptiness of the sky.
A moment before a darkness unbroken and
all-enveloping had mantled the mountains, but
now a nebulous shine hovered in the mist, a light
that seemed to twist like a living thing and draw
itself into a semblance of a face!
"What is it, Jimmy?" Tim Donovan asked
breathlessly. "Its getting plainer all the time. It-
it's a pair of eyes-"
Jimmy Christopher nodded as he continued
to slow the car, and echoed quietly: "Eyes."