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Название книги: The Whore of Mensa
Автор(ы): Woody Allen
Жанр: Юмор
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Whore-of-Mensa-151629.html
THE CLIENTOne thing about being a private investigator, you’ve got to learn to go with your hunches. That’s why when a quivering pat of butter named Word Babcock walked into my office and laid his cards on the table, I should have trusted the cold chill that shot up my spine.“Kaiser?” he said. “Kaiser Lupowitz?”“That’s what it says on my license,” I owned up.“You’ve got to help me. I’m being blackmailed. Please!” He was shaking like the lead singer in a rumba band. I pushed a glass across the desk top and a bottle of rye I keep handy for nonmedicinal purposes.“Suppose you relax and tell me all about it.”“You ... you won’t tell my wife?”“Level with me, Word. I can’t make any promises.” He tried pouring a drink, but you could hear the clicking sound across the street, and most of the stuff wound up in his shoes.“I’m a working guy,” he said. “Mechanical maintenance. I build and service joy buzzers. You know — those little fun gimmicks that give people a shock when they shake hands?”“So?”“A lot of your executives
Название книги: The Whore of Mensa
Автор(ы): Woody Allen
Жанр: Юмор
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Whore-of-Mensa-151629.html
THE CLIENTOne thing about being a private investigator, you’ve got to learn to go with your hunches. That’s why when a quivering pat of butter named Word Babcock walked into my office and laid his cards on the table, I should have trusted the cold chill that shot up my spine.“Kaiser?” he said. “Kaiser Lupowitz?”“That’s what it says on my license,” I owned up.“You’ve got to help me. I’m being blackmailed. Please!” He was shaking like the lead singer in a rumba band. I pushed a glass across the desk top and a bottle of rye I keep handy for nonmedicinal purposes.“Suppose you relax and tell me all about it.”“You ... you won’t tell my wife?”“Level with me, Word. I can’t make any promises.” He tried pouring a drink, but you could hear the clicking sound across the street, and most of the stuff wound up in his shoes.“I’m a working guy,” he said. “Mechanical maintenance. I build and service joy buzzers. You know — those little fun gimmicks that give people a shock when they shake hands?”“So?”“A lot of your executives
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