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Название книги: The Blue Hammer
Автор(ы): Ross Macdonald
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Blue-Hammer-227608.html
Book 18 in the Lew Archer series, 1976The title phrase is from a poem by Henri Coulette.
To William Campbell Gault
I
I drove up to the house on a private road that widened at the summit into a parking apron. When I got out of my car I could look back over the city and see the towers of the mission and the courthouse half submerged in smog. The channel lay on the other side of the ridge, partly enclosed by its broken girdle of islands.The only sound I could hear, apart from the hum of the freeway that I had just left, was the noise of a tennis ball being hit back and forth. The court was at the side of the house, enclosed by high wire mesh. A thick-bodied man in shorts and a linen hat was playing against an agile blond woman. Something about the trapped intensity of their game reminded me of prisoners in an exercise yard.The man lost several points in a row and decided to notice my presence. Turning his back on the woman and the game, he came toward the fence."Are you Lew Archer?"I said I was."You're late for
Название книги: The Blue Hammer
Автор(ы): Ross Macdonald
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Blue-Hammer-227608.html
Book 18 in the Lew Archer series, 1976The title phrase is from a poem by Henri Coulette.
To William Campbell Gault
I
I drove up to the house on a private road that widened at the summit into a parking apron. When I got out of my car I could look back over the city and see the towers of the mission and the courthouse half submerged in smog. The channel lay on the other side of the ridge, partly enclosed by its broken girdle of islands.The only sound I could hear, apart from the hum of the freeway that I had just left, was the noise of a tennis ball being hit back and forth. The court was at the side of the house, enclosed by high wire mesh. A thick-bodied man in shorts and a linen hat was playing against an agile blond woman. Something about the trapped intensity of their game reminded me of prisoners in an exercise yard.The man lost several points in a row and decided to notice my presence. Turning his back on the woman and the game, he came toward the fence."Are you Lew Archer?"I said I was."You're late for
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