-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Артур Конан Дойл
-
- Отравленный пояс
-
- Стр. 59/67
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
amiss
with
me
,
"
continued
Austin
,
staggering
to
his
feet
.
"
I
expect
I
came
over
queer
when
I
was
hosing
her
down
.
I
seem
to
remember
flopping
over
by
the
step
.
But
I
’
ll
swear
I
never
left
those
lubricator
taps
on
.
"
In
a
condensed
narrative
the
astonished
Austin
was
told
what
had
happened
to
himself
and
the
world
.
The
mystery
of
the
dripping
lubricators
was
also
explained
to
him
.
He
listened
with
an
air
of
deep
distrust
when
told
how
an
amateur
had
driven
his
car
and
with
absorbed
interest
to
the
few
sentences
in
which
our
experiences
of
the
sleeping
city
were
recorded
.
I
can
remember
his
comment
when
the
story
was
concluded
.
"
Was
you
outside
the
Bank
of
England
,
sir
?
"
"
Yes
,
Austin
.
"
"
With
all
them
millions
inside
and
everybody
asleep
?
"
"
That
was
so
.
"
"
And
I
not
there
!
"
he
groaned
,
and
turned
dismally
once
more
to
the
hosing
of
his
car
.
There
was
a
sudden
grinding
of
wheels
upon
gravel
.
The
old
cab
had
actually
pulled
up
at
Challenger
’
s
door
.
I
saw
the
young
occupant
step
out
from
it
.
An
instant
later
the
maid
,
who
looked
as
tousled
and
bewildered
as
if
she
had
that
instant
been
aroused
from
the
deepest
sleep
,
appeared
with
a
card
upon
a
tray
.
Challenger
snorted
ferociously
as
he
looked
at
it
,
and
his
thick
black
hair
seemed
to
bristle
up
in
his
wrath
.
"
A
pressman
!
"
he
growled
.
Then
with
a
deprecating
smile
:
"
After
all
,
it
is
natural
that
the
whole
world
should
hasten
to
know
what
I
think
of
such
an
episode
.
"
