" Perry Rhodan 0108 - (100) Desert of Deaths Domain" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

that of an ancient Egyptian mummy, a dead man’s skull whose bones had been covered as taut as a drum
by yellowish-grey, wrinkled skin.

The narrow mouth slit of the dead man’s skull opened and the mummy began to speak. This seemed to
be a major effort for the unfortunate creature for it barely managed to squeeze out a word at 5 second
intervals. A wheezing rattling sound accompanied each painfully uttered word.

"Whoever might hear my voice," said the mummy, "this is an urgent call for help! My life is threatened …
utmost danger. My name is Dr. Armin Zuglert, residing in Zanithon on Lepso. Please help me! I implore
you to come to my rescue!"

Dick stepped closer to the screen again to reply. "How can we help you, Zuglert? This is the patrol
cruiserFlorida speaking. What danger threatens your life?"

Dick’s patience was sorely tried until Zuglert, obviously at the end of his tether, resumed: "12 years ago I
…" Suddenly the connection was interrupted. The screen was once again gray and empty and the busy
hum of the receiver died down completely.

"Oh what a fool!" muttered Dick Kindsom under his breath. Zuglert must have been overcome by a
sudden spell of weakness, right at the most critical moment when he was going to reveal the nature of the
danger facing him; probably tried to steady himself and rested his hand on some vital push button and cut
off the connection. Dick’s thoughts turned almost resentfully against the poor mummy-head.Served him
right, he should have been more careful; after all, it was his own life that was at stake!

Dick signalled the communications robot. The red light came on again on the screen.

"My TTT call with Fering 2 has been cut off," Dick complained. "Connect us again right away!"

"What station were you talking to?" inquired the mechanical voice.

"How should I know!" shouted Dick angrily. "My party’s name was Armin Zuglert. Just look up in your
register where this TTT call originated. It’s not my business to keep track of such things!"

"Of course, sir. It will take just a few seconds." Dick waited. A little while later the tinny voice came on
again. "The call was placed from one of the stations of the Terranian Trade Mission on Fering 2, sir.
Would you like to be reconnected?"

"What a silly question," snapped Dick. "Of course!" A few moments later the serious face of a
middle-aged man appeared on the vid-screen. He looked at Dick with a puzzled expression.

"Inspector Neary of the Terranian Trade Mission on Fering 2," he announced in a curt voice. "What can
I do for you?"

Dick didn’t bother to give his own name. "Where is Zuglert?" he asked angrily.

The inspector eyed him suspiciously. "Where is who?" "Zuglert," repeated Dick, his irritation rising
steadily. "Dr. Armin Zuglert. We were talking to each other from your station up to half a minute ago."

It was obvious that Inspector Neary was none too pleased. "Now listen to me, young man," he began,
"not only do you come on without announcing your name, nor do you state the nature of your business,