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

The eyes were looking through the night-sky
and the fog, down upon the night-covered earth.
Of gigantic proportions, bright against the
blackness of the empty space beyond, each
second they grew sharper, more distinct. A huge
pair of orbs, disembodied, fascinating in the
intensity of their gaze, they stared out of
nothingness.
"Gee, Jimmy-it's like a big ghost-looking
at us! " Tim Donovan whispered.
Even as the Irish lad spoke, another glow
appeared in the night, farther away and low on the
horizon. It was brighter and it flickered like naked
flame. The shine of it increased swiftly; and
Operator 5, intently peering through narrowed
lids, detected black outlines in the distant blaze.
"A building burning," he said quietly. "I see a
spire. It's a church. "
"The eyes-the eyes are right above it,
Jimmy!" Tim Donovan declared. "Just as if they
were watching it burn!"
"It's strange, Tim," Jimmy Christopher
observed, "and yet it might not be so strange after
all. Those eyes floating up there might be merely
an image thrown on the clouds by a powerful
projector from somewhere in the mountains. Why
it should be done I don't know, but-"
"We'd better see what it is, Jimmy!"
"I'd like to look into that, Tim," Jimmy
Christopher said quietly. "But Z-7's waiting for us.
Our next stop is New York."
In the sky the uncanny eyes still hovered,
their black centers white-circled and the face
itself, blending away from the darkness so that
little more than the eyes were visible, was a deep
red color. Jimmy Christopher watched the floating
image as he touched the accelerator. The car
shot forward-and the gaze of the tremendous,
ghostly eyes followed its flight....
THE mountain country was isolated; a
strange sense of desolation hovered over it. Early
that evening, Jimmy Christopher had driven
through bright, bustling cities; ahead lay others, in
a busy proximity to Washington. Yet here the
primitive prevailed. Villages were small and
musty; the mountains seemed to have shut away
the advance of civilization.
And into this black isolation, where vast
stashes had lain untouched since the beginning of
the nation, the floating eyes looked.