"014 (B007) - The Monsters (1934-04) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

With a quick gesture, he put out the light. Being of an evil nature himself, Bruno always expected the worst from others. His eyes became accustomed to the murk. Although there was no moon, the sky was cloudless and the stars furnished fitful luminance.



The breed eyed the window. The pane needed washing, but he could discern an object outside. His hair all but stood on end.



One frenzied leap took Bruno Hen across the cabin to his rifle. He snatched it down, then dashed outside.



The thing at the window had been a hideous apparition, yet vaguely familiar. A cold dew stood on the breed's skin as he squinted into the night.



"Hell!" he swore.



The odious specter at the window had been one of the pinhead cannibals.





ALL THREE of the grotesque little black fellows huddled near the window. They trembled after the manner of frightened animals.



Bruno Hen, seeing that they were very scared of him, felt more bold.



"What d'you want?" he demanded.



The answer was a hooting, clucking conglomeration of sounds. Bruno Hen could understand no word of it. He could not tell that the unfortunate pinheads, stranded when the circus went broke, were slowly starving. Unable to speak English, and lacking the intelligence to convey their needs by making signs, the pinheads were in a predicament.



Bruno Hen scowled at them, thinking of the mortification they had caused him at the circus.



"Get outa here!" he snarled.