"Ron Goulart - The Woman In The Mist" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

Harry set his suitcase down. "Even so, I'd rather hike."

"That would also reflect on me, sir. Here." He produced, from behind his back, a bright yellow shawl
and draped it over Harry's shoulders. "This will protect you from the elements."

After taking a puff of his cigar, Harry said, "Okay, I'll wait a few minutes."

"I'm most appreciative, sir." The youthful cabman took a step back, studied Harry and then moved
forward again. He took hold of both Harry's arms and moved him about a foot to the right. "A much
more comfortable position, I believe." Nodding, he returned to his hansom and, standing near his roan
horse, began scanning the busy thoroughfare for a replacement cab to flag down.

Harry took another puff of his cigar and glanced across the wide, cobblestone Cathedral Road toward
the vast Prince Leopold Gardens. A slim young woman on a bicycle came riding out of the park along
a tree-lined lane, the skirt of her checkered traveling suit nipped at by the harsh afternoon wind.

She suddenly stopped, waved her arms, and yelled, "Harry, look up!"

He did.