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

Larry said gently, "Your father is a socialist?"

"Oh, no."

He nodded in understanding. "Oh, a Communist, eh?"

Susan Self was indignant. "Daddy thinks the Communists are strictly
awful, really weird."

Steve Hackett came back into the office, obviously less than happy. He
said to Larry, "I sent a couple of the boys out to pick him up in a jet-helio."

Susan was on her feet, a hand to mouth. "You mean my father! You're
going to arrest him!"
 Larry said soothingly. "Sit down, Zusanette. There's a lot of things about
this that I'm sure your father can explain." He said to Steve, "She tells me
that the money belonged to a Movement. A revolutionary Movement
which doesn't use the term revolutionary because people react unfavorably
to that word. It's not Commie."

Susan said indignantly, "It's American, not anything foreign!"

Steve growled. "Let's get back to the money. What's this movement
doing with a lot of counterfeit bills and where did you find them?"

She evidently figured she'd gone too far now to make a stand. "It's not
Daddy's fault," she told them. "He took me to headquarters twice."

"Where's headquarters?" Larry said, trying to keep his voice soothing.
They were going to wind this up and he could get back to his vacation
before the day was out.

She frowned. "Well, I don't know, really. Daddy was awfully silly about
it. He tied his handkerchief around my eyes near the end. But the others
complained about me anyway, and Daddy got awfully mad and said
something about the young people of the country participating in their
emancipation and all, but the others got mad too and said there wasn't
any kind of help I could do around headquarters anyway, and I'd be better
off in school. Everybody got awfully mad, but after the second time Daddy
promised not to take me to headquarters any more."

"And where did you find the money, Zusanette?" Larry said.

"At headquarters. There's tons and tons of it there."

Larry cleared his throat and said, "When you say tons and tons, you
mean a great deal of it, eh?"

She was proudly defiant. "I mean tons and tons. A ton is two thousand