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

going to let me go? You practically promised. You said all you wanted was
to ask me a few questions to help the government."

"I better check this out with the chief," Steve said, eyeing Larry without
pleasure.

"Tell you what," Larry said. “I'll take her over to the Hilton and put her
in a suite. You check with your chief and find,out what he wants to do.
Obviously, there's no foreign angle here. It's a pure Secret Service matter.
I'll stay with her until you check back with me."

"Right," Steve came to his feet. He said to Susan, his voice more kindly
now. "Don't worry about it, kid. You're not under arrest. And you'll still be
living it up as though that pile of fifties was still yours. The Greater Hilton
is the biggest hotel in town and everything you eat or drink is on Uncle
Sam. You should have the time of your life." He added wryly, "What with
your tastes."

Susan said, "What I'd really like is to go home."

Steve shook his head. "Look, your father isn't even there. You'd be
alone."

Larry stood too. "Let's go, Zusanette." He took her arm and ushered her
from the small office.




Susan Self was impressed by the Greater Hilton. She should have been.
Short of, possibly, Versailles, Louis the 14th's pad, there had probably
never been a palace in more luxurious bad taste in history. This was not
the first time Larry Woolford had kept someone under wraps in the swank
hotel. His department maintained several suites on a full time basis. There
was no need even for him to register. He led Susan directly across the
lobby to the elevator banks.

The departmental suites were on the 18th floor. He led her down the
ornate, all but gaudy, hall to Suite 18 and stood before the identity screen
on the door.

The door opened and a lanky, yawning operative was there. He was
dressed in tweeds, of course, Larry noted. Harris tweeds, rather than
Donegal, and Larry wondered again if Donegal was going out. He'd have to
check with his tailor. Damn it, he had just bought the suit he was wearing
two weeks ago.

The other gave Susan Self the once over then turned his eyes back to
Larry. He said, "Hi, Larry, what's up? Damn it, you know we're not
supposed to bring broads here. Besides, aren't you robbing the cradle?"