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

"A strange section, Tim," Jimmy Christopher
remarked quietly as he sent the roadster whizzing
along the brink of black emptiness. "One might
expect anything-"
His words became prophetic.
A quick swing had turned the car away from
the hovering eyes; the headlamps had swung
across yawning space. The bright twin beams
turned along the road and limned a strange shape
there in the darkness-that of a running figure,
speeding toward them.
A girl's face shone white in the glare. Her
lips were parted in abject fright; her eyes were
widened. She was stumbling, throwing herself
along as if at the end of her strength, so frantically
that she scarcely saw the car bearing down on
her. A horrified cry came from her as she
stumbled. Headlong she fell into the road as
Jimmy Christopher's foot shot again to the brakes.
"Look! Somebody's following her, Jimmy!"
Tim Donovan cried.
As the girl lay motionless in the shine of the
headlamps, black movements fluttered toward
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
Operator 5TM CAVERN OF THE DAMNED August,
1934
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________
A production of Vintage New Media(tm)
www.vintagelibrary.com
4
her. Out of the darkness beyond two men
rushed. Their garb was as surprising as the
unexpected appearance of the girl. Their bodies
were cloaked in black robes; their heads were
wound with black turbans.
Their gleaming teeth and white-rimmed eyes
glittered as the two men sprang toward the girl.
Jimmy Christopher brought the roadster to a
quick stop and slipped from the wheel as they
stooped to raise her. His hand swung to his armpit
holster and away, gripping a leveled gun. Long,
swift strides carried him toward the fallen girl, into
the glare of the lights.
Tim Donovan sprang after him. "Jimmy! Look
out!" the boy cried.
The crunch of Operator 5's toes in the grit
brought the two black-robed men up swiftly.
Peering into the gore, they leaped forward.
Gripped in their blackish hands, the curved blades