"Mack Reynolds - Day After Tomorrow" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Mack)

inconspicuous. "Secret Service, Miss," he murmured.

"Oh, devil," she said. She looked at at Larry Woolford, then back at
Steve.

Steve said, "Among other things, we're in charge of counterfeit money.”
 She was about five foot four in her heels, had obviously been on a round
of beauty shops and had obviously instructed them to glamourize her. It
hadn't come off. She still looked as though she'd be more at home as
cheerleader of the junior class in a small time school. She was honey
blond, green-gray of eye, and had that complexion they seldom carry even
into the twenties. Her figure wasn't at all bad, for her age. In another
half-dozen years she was going to be one gorgeous dish.

She said, a trifle shrilly, "I… I don't know what you're talking about."
Her chin began to tremble and she held her elbows tight against her sides,
as though in rejection of this whole situation. The gesture seemed to make
her young semi-bared breasts more prominent.

Larry said gently, "Don't worry, Miss. We just want to ask you some
questions."

"Well… like what?" She was going to be blinking back tears in a
moment. At least Larry hoped she'd blink them back. He'd hate to have
her start howling here in public.

Larry said, "We think you can be of assistance to the government, and
we'd like your help."

Steve rolled his eyes upward at that, but turned and waved for a street
level cab.

In the cab, Larry said, "Suppose we go over to my office, Steve. It's
closer."

"Okay with me," Steve muttered, “But by the looks of the young lady
here, I think it's a false alarm from your angle. She's obviously an
American. What's your name, Miss?"

"It's Zusanette. Well, really, Susan."

"Susan what?"

"I… I'm not sure I want to tell you. I… I want a lawyer."

"A lawyer!" Steve snorted. "You mean you want the juvenile authorities,
don't you?"
 "Oh, what a mean thing to say," she sputtered.

"Yeah, well, can't you cover up those two things?" Steve said, staring at