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

her breasts, the nipples of which could clearly be made out through her
Cretean revival blouse. "My friend, here, is lecherous."

"Oh, what a mean thing to say," Larry murmured.

In the corridor, outside the Boss' suite of offices, Larry said to Steve,
"You take Miss… ah, Zusanette to my office, will you Steve? I'll be there in
a minute."

He opened the door to the anteroom and said, "LaVerne, we've got a girl
in my office——"

"Why, Larry! And what a place to take a girl. Why don't you go to a
hotel?"

He glowered at her. "A suspect. I want a complete tape of everything
said. As soon as we're through, have copies made, at least three or four."

"And who, Mr. Woolford, was your girl Friday last year?"

"This is important, honey. I suppose you've supplied me with a
secretary, but I haven't even met her yet. Take care of it, will you?"

"Sure enough, Larry."

He followed Steve and the girl into his office.

Once seated, the girl and Steve in the only two extra chairs the cubicle
boasted and Larry behind his desk, he looked at her in what he hoped was
reassurance. "Just tell us where you got the money, Zusanette."

Steve Hackett reached out a hand suddenly and grabbed up her bag
from her lap. She gasped and snatched at it, but he eluded her and she sat
back, her chin trembling again.

The Secret Service man unsnapped the bag, put a hand in and came up
with a thick sheaf of bills, the top ones, at least, all fifties. He tossed them
to Larry's desk and resumed the search. He took out a school pass and
read, "Susan Self, 418 Elwood Avenue." He looked up and said to Larry,
"That's right off Eastern, near Paterson Park in the Baltimore section of
town, isn't it?"

Larry said to her, "Zusanette, I think you had better tell us where you
got all this money."

"I found it," she said defiantly. "You can't do anything to me if I simply
found it. Anybody can find money. Finders keepers and losers…"

"But if it's counterfeit," Steve interrupted dryly, "it might also be,
finders weepers."