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Название книги: Night Without End
Автор(ы): Alistair MacLean
Жанр: Приключения
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Night-Without-End-183364.html
Alistair MacleanNight Without End
CHAPTER ONE – Monday midnight
It was Jackstraw who heard it first – it was always Jackstraw, whose hearing was an even match for his phenomenal eyesight, who heard things first. Tired of having my exposed hands alternately frozen, I had dropped my book, zipped my sleeping-bag up to the chin and was drowsily watching him carving figurines from a length of inferior narwhal tusk when his hands suddenly fell still and he sat quite motionless. Then, unhurriedly as always, he dropped the piece of bone into the coffee-pan that simmered gently by the side of our oil-burner stove – curio collectors paid fancy prices for what they imagined to be the dark ivory of fossilised elephant tusks – rose and put his ear to the ventilation shaft, his eyes remote in the unseeing gaze of a man lost in listening. A couple of seconds were enough."Aeroplane," he announced casually."Aeroplane!" I propped myself up on an elbow and stared at him. "Jackstraw, you've been hitting the methylated s
Название книги: Night Without End
Автор(ы): Alistair MacLean
Жанр: Приключения
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Night-Without-End-183364.html
Alistair MacleanNight Without End
CHAPTER ONE – Monday midnight
It was Jackstraw who heard it first – it was always Jackstraw, whose hearing was an even match for his phenomenal eyesight, who heard things first. Tired of having my exposed hands alternately frozen, I had dropped my book, zipped my sleeping-bag up to the chin and was drowsily watching him carving figurines from a length of inferior narwhal tusk when his hands suddenly fell still and he sat quite motionless. Then, unhurriedly as always, he dropped the piece of bone into the coffee-pan that simmered gently by the side of our oil-burner stove – curio collectors paid fancy prices for what they imagined to be the dark ivory of fossilised elephant tusks – rose and put his ear to the ventilation shaft, his eyes remote in the unseeing gaze of a man lost in listening. A couple of seconds were enough."Aeroplane," he announced casually."Aeroplane!" I propped myself up on an elbow and stared at him. "Jackstraw, you've been hitting the methylated s
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