"Альфред Бестер. The Flowered Thundermug (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автораintervals.
"Can't get it off," Ed said. A crack and a clatter. "Got it off now," Ed said. "Oh, he's slick all right," Ed said. There came exploratory taps on glass. "At the library window," Ed said. "Did you unlock it?" "I thought Ed was going to do that, Chief." "Did you, Ed?" "No, Chief. I thought Ed was supposed to." "He'll never get in. Ed, see if you can unlock it without him seeing-" "Never mind, he's got it open. You can always trust a pro." The window creaked up; there were scrapes and grunts as the midnight intruder climbed through When he finally stood upright in the library, his silhouette against the beam of the pin spot was apelike. He looked around uncertainly for some time, and at last began searching aimlessly through drawers and cupboards. "He'll never find it," Ed whispered. "I told you we should of put a sign under the dial, Chief." "No, trust an old pro. See? What'd I tell you? He's spotted it. All set now?" "Don't you want to wait for him to crack it, Chief?" "Catch him red-handed." "For God's sake, that safe's burglar proof. Come on now. Ready? Go!" The library was flooded with light. The thief started back from the concealed safe in consternation, to find himself |
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