-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Джон Бакен
-
- Тридцать девять ступеней
-
- Стр. 82/83
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
No
,
"
I
said
,
"
you
must
stay
.
"
At
that
I
think
they
must
have
realized
that
the
game
was
desperate
.
Their
only
chance
had
been
to
convince
me
that
I
was
playing
the
fool
,
and
that
had
failed
.
But
the
old
man
spoke
again
.
"
I
'll
go
bail
for
my
nephew
.
That
ought
to
content
you
,
Mr
Hannay
.
"
Was
it
fancy
,
or
did
I
detect
some
halt
in
the
smoothness
of
that
voice
?
There
must
have
been
,
for
as
I
glanced
at
him
,
his
eyelids
fell
in
that
hawk-like
hood
which
fear
had
stamped
on
my
memory
.
I
blew
my
whistle
.
In
an
instant
the
lights
were
out
.
A
pair
of
strong
arms
gripped
me
round
the
waist
,
covering
the
pockets
in
which
a
man
might
be
expected
to
carry
a
pistol
.
"
Schnell
,
Franz
,
'
cried
a
voice
,
"
das
Boot
,
das
Boot
!
"
As
it
spoke
I
saw
two
of
my
fellows
emerge
on
the
moonlit
lawn
.
The
young
dark
man
leapt
for
the
window
,
was
through
it
,
and
over
the
low
fence
before
a
hand
could
touch
him
.
I
grappled
the
old
chap
,
and
the
room
seemed
to
fill
with
figures
.
I
saw
the
plump
one
collared
,
but
my
eyes
were
all
for
the
out-of-doors
,
where
Franz
sped
on
over
the
road
towards
the
railed
entrance
to
the
beach
stairs
.
One
man
followed
him
,
but
he
had
no
chance
.
The
gate
of
the
stairs
locked
behind
the
fugitive
,
and
I
stood
staring
,
with
my
hands
on
the
old
boy
's
throat
,
for
such
a
time
as
a
man
might
take
to
descend
those
steps
to
the
sea
.
Suddenly
my
prisoner
broke
from
me
and
flung
himself
on
the
wall
There
was
a
click
as
if
a
lever
had
been
pulled
.
Then
came
a
low
rumbling
far
,
far
below
the
ground
,
and
through
the
window
I
saw
a
cloud
of
chalky
dust
pouring
out
of
the
shaft
of
the
stairway
.
