"Curtis Steele - Operator 5 - 3407 - The Melting Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Steele Curtis)

am pledged to secrecy. Please make the
announcement at once that the ceremony will not
be held, and that the bridge must be cleared and
closed to traffic immediately."
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Operator #5TM THE MELTING DEATH July, 1934
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Benson scowled. "My dear young man," he
answered angrily. "Your suggestion is absurd-
fantastic. We are going ahead with the ceremony
at once!"
Operator 5's shoulders squared. "I've warned
you, sir."
Wilbur Benson blurted again, angrily:
"Impossible!" and turned away.
Jimmy Christopher, who had identified
himself as Operator 5 of the United States
Intelligence Service, gazed coldly after his
retreating back, then retired to an inconspicuous
position near the footwalk. As he stood aside,
the voice of the President of the Central States
Chamber of Commerce boomed from a nearby
amplifier, marking the beginning of the dedication.
"Ladies and gentlemen of these two great
states, and of all the United States-"
Operator 5 smiled wryly but his eyes, as he
glanced about, were worried. In spite of the fact
that the bridge would be opened to a heavy flow
of traffic within a few minutes, men were still at
work on it. Tiny figures were crawling about the
webbed steel cables, spraying them with fluid
pumped from glass tanks strapped on their backs.
More than a score of them were visible, some
high on the web, some climbing low above the
roadbed. The hissing of the spray issuing from the
nozzles in their hands could be heard through the
amplified voice of the speaker.
OPERATOR 5 turned as an older man
approached him. They exchanged a sharp and
searching glance. The older man spoke quietly:
"Stranger here, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Come far?"
"Two thousand."
The older man smiled and offered his hand.
"Good. I am J-9. You are-"