"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 290 - Death has Grey Eyes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

"That is good." Despite the approval there was no smile on the crisp face
that Dick saw staring with him. "Have a cigarette, my friend."
Taking one from the proffered case, Dick placed it in his mouth and
received a match. He snapped the head with his left thumb-nail, the trick that
he had practiced recently, and watched the result in the mirror. Then Dick was
lighting the cigarette and at the same time peering over the match flame to
watch the reaction of the man with the grey eyes.
Only the man was no longer at Dick's shoulder.
He was talking to one of the men who wore a green cap with a feather, the
chap who looked as though he was always about to yodel.
"We must hurry, Herr Doktor," the arrival was saying. "It will not be
long
before the bombers find the chalet. They have already blocked the road through
the Pass."
The square room quivered from the force of a near-hit and the rustic
furniture joggled. A picture frame crashed from the wall and Hitler's face
looked wrinkled up through the shattered glass. The grey-eyed doctor gave a
depreciating shrug and for the first time Dick rather liked him. Then, on the
chance that his broad grin might produce an argument, Dick turned toward the
mirror, letting the smile lessen gradually. The illusion was odd; his lips
looked straight, almost horrified, while the smile was still upon them. Dick's
expression turned to a puzzled frown which the reflection, returned in that
same delayed fashion.
A hand tapped Dick's shoulder.
"Wait here."
In the mirror, Dick saw the doctor turn and go out through the door by
which the green-garbed yodeler who didn't yodel had evidently preceded him.
The whole place quivered hard from the close bash of another bomb.
Dick's knees gave, and he used his good left hand to brace against the
table. He expected the mirror to crack along with caving walls, but it stood
the gaff. The door flew open, but the bomb wasn't responsible.
It was the girl.
"Hurry!" she exclaimed, and the quick dart of those dark eyes meant it.
"You haven't a moment to lose!"
"But the doctor said -"
"You mean you would trust Doctor Greug?" Tense though it was, the girl's
face showed amazement. "Why, he's already deserted you! Come!"
Dick winced as the girl clutched his sore right wrist. Shifting her grip
to his left arm, she hurried him from the square room and through a corridor
he'd never seen before. Opening a door to the left, she started down a
stairway, beckoning for Dick to follow.
Right then, a bomb really scored. The way the surroundings dissolved was
incredible. The walls should have splintered, but instead they wilted like
damp
cardboard. They were pouring down the stairway, carrying the twisted door with
them and Dick was lying slanted on what had previously been the hallway
ceiling.
The girl had vanished, to safety Dick was sure, since she had gained a
head-start. But how Dick could ever extricate himself from this debris was a
mystery, or would have been, except for Doctor Greug.