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Название книги: Devil’s garden
Автор(ы): Ace Atkins
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Devil_s-garden-145897.html
© 2009
To AngelThe American public is ardent in its hero worship and quite as ruthless in destroying its idols in any walk of life. It elevates a man more quickly than any nation in the world, and casts him down more quickly-quite often on surmise or a mere hunch.– ROSCOE ARBUCKLE, 1922The Arbuckle case was the funniest case I ever worked on. In trying to convict him, everyone framed everybody else.– DASHIELL HAMMETT, New York Herald Tribune, 1933July 31, 1917Anaconda, MontanaHe’d shadowed Frank Little for weeks, from El Paso to Butte to Bisbee, and for days now along the wooden sidewalks of the old mining town, built at the base of bleak hills where dusty workers made their way up a crooked path to the foundry and deep down into the earth. They’d started work on the furnace then, and half of the brick phallus rose from the city, towering above the buildings and hills, and would soon smelt the copper they’d sell for twenty-six cents a pound to make pots and newspaper presses.The town smelled of acrid metal and burnt
Название книги: Devil’s garden
Автор(ы): Ace Atkins
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Devil_s-garden-145897.html
© 2009
To AngelThe American public is ardent in its hero worship and quite as ruthless in destroying its idols in any walk of life. It elevates a man more quickly than any nation in the world, and casts him down more quickly-quite often on surmise or a mere hunch.– ROSCOE ARBUCKLE, 1922The Arbuckle case was the funniest case I ever worked on. In trying to convict him, everyone framed everybody else.– DASHIELL HAMMETT, New York Herald Tribune, 1933July 31, 1917Anaconda, MontanaHe’d shadowed Frank Little for weeks, from El Paso to Butte to Bisbee, and for days now along the wooden sidewalks of the old mining town, built at the base of bleak hills where dusty workers made their way up a crooked path to the foundry and deep down into the earth. They’d started work on the furnace then, and half of the brick phallus rose from the city, towering above the buildings and hills, and would soon smelt the copper they’d sell for twenty-six cents a pound to make pots and newspaper presses.The town smelled of acrid metal and burnt
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