"020 (B026) - Death in Silver (1934-10) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

THE police officer explained rapidly: "We are entirely mystified as to the cause of the explosion which killed Winthrop, although a more intensive search may turn up some clue. We are overlooking no bets. The blast might have been a bomb, launched in some manner from a plane. In checking up, we learned that a plane was flying over the river, very near the building, at the time of the explosion. Too, there was a man on the river in a motor boat."



No one paid attention to Bugs, who was loitering within earshot.



"Any way of identifying the plane?" Monk asked the policeman.



"You would be surprised how people notice things like that when something grabs their attention," replied the officer. "I suppose some persons wondered if the plane had dropped a bomb. Anyway, we have several witnesses who got the number on the lower wing surface of the plane."



"Great!" grunted Monk. "You're checking?"



"You bet. And, moreover, two or three dock workers identified the motor boat which was on the river. There was one man in the boat, and he may have seen the plane drop a bomb."



"It's pretty foggy," Monk pointed out.



The officer nodded, fumbled in a uniform pocket and produced a notebook. He thumbed through the leaves.



"Gilbert Stiles is the owner of the plane, according to the check we made on the numbers," he said. "Stiles keeps the plane for his personal pleasure. The man in the boat was a fisherman named" - he stumbled over the pronunciation" - named Gugillello Bellondi, or something like that. The flier lives on Eighty-fifth Street in Jackson Heights, and the fisherman on Sand Street in Brooklyn."



Bugs, who had overheard all of this, turned surreptitiously, fumbled out a sheet of paper and a pencil stub and put down the name of Gilbert Stiles and Gugillello Bellondi. He added data on their residences. Bugs did not put much trust in his memory.





MONK and Ham, accompanied by the police lieutenant, mounted the stairs into the topmost basement.



"We had better ring Doc in on this," Monk suggested, eying Ham.