"coffinfortheavenger" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tepperman Emile C)

for me. We played every day when I came home from school."

"Maybe we can get you another dog."

"That isn't what I came for," Emma said firmly. "I came because the man ran my dog over
on purpose and I think he should be punished."

"Are you sure he did it on purpose?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I looked up at the driver just when the truck came near Tony. I wanted
to shout to the driver to look out. But then I saw that man's face. It...it was terrible.
He was enjoying himself. Then I knew it was no use shouting. I knew he wanted to kill things.
I could see it in his face. So when he offered me money I wouldn't take it."

"Well," said the voice, apparently impressed. "I'm sure The Avenger will want to help
you. Did you get the man's name?"

"I saw the name on the truck. It was the Broderick Casket Co."

"And what is your name?"

"I'm Emma Puglese, and I live at 13 Pelham Street. There was no address on the truck, but
I can tell you where it was going. It was going to Strake, the undertaker. It comes every
night and delivers coffins to Strake. Sometimes one, sometimes two. But I noticed that the
coffins on the bottom of the load are always the same. It's just the two top coffins that
are different."

"Now wait just a minute, Emma," the voice said, suddenly serious. "Wait there. I'm coming
down."


Emma waited, fidgeting, until a door suddenly opened almost alongside her where she had
not thought there was any door. A man emerged and smiled down at her.

Emma gaped at him. She had never seen such a big man. Like some great viking god he
towered over her, but somehow she wasn't at all afraid of him, for she saw the kindness
written in his face.

"My name is Smith," he told her. "Algernon Smith. Smitty to you. I'm one of The Avenger's
assistants."

"I know about you," Emma said. "I heard daddy talk about you, too. You're an electrician."

Smitty smiled. His reputation as an electrical engineer had spread to the four corners of
the globe. But he had preferred to give up the emoluments of a career of research and invention
for the more precarious one of fighting against crime by the side of Dick Benson.

"Now suppose you tell me about that truck with the coffins. Tell me everything you can
think of about it."