alistairmaclean.icestationzebra-第48章

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u　applied　the　plaster　to　Zabrinski's　leg　the　first　night　we　arrived　in　Zebra。　A　perfect　hiding　place。　You　could　always；　of　course；　have　wrapped　them　in　bandages　covering　survivors'　burns；　but　that　would　be　too　risky。　The　cast　was　brilliant。
　 〃Unfortunately　for　you　and　your　friends；　I　had　removed　the　original　plaster　during　the　previous　night；　extracted　the　films　from　the　oiled　paper；　and　replaced　them　with　others。　That；　incidentally；　is　the　second　piece　of　evidence　I　have　on　you。　There　are　two　perfect　sets　of　prints　on　the　leaders　of　the　satellite　films：　yours　and　Kinnaird's。　Along　with　the　saltcovered　aluminum　foil　and　the　confession　freely　made　in　front　of　witnesses；　that　guarantees　you　both　the　eight　o'clock　walk　to　the　gallows。　The　gallows　and　failure；　Jolly。　You　weren't　even　a　professional。　Your　friends　will　never　see　those　films。〃
　 Mouthing　soundless　words　through　smashed　lips；　his　face　masked　in　madness；　and　pletely　oblivious　to　the　two　guns；　Jolly　flung　himself　at　me。　He　had　taken　two　steps　and　two　only　when　Rawlings'　gun　caught　him；　not　lightly；　on　the　side　of　the　head。　He　crashed　to　the　floor　as　if　the　Brooklyn　bridge　had　fallen　in　on　top　of　him。　Rawlings　surveyed　him　dispassionately。
　 〃Never　did　a　day's　work　that　gave　me　profounder　satisfaction；〃　he　said　conversationally。　〃Except；　perhaps；　those　pictures　I　took　with　Dr。　Benson's　camera　to　give　Dr。　Carpenter　here　some　negatives　to　shove　inside　that　oiled　paper。〃
　 〃Pictures　of　what？〃　Swanson　asked　curiously。
　 Rawlings　grinned　happily。　〃All　those　pin…ups　in　Doc　Benson's　sick　bay。　Yogi　Bear；　Donald　Duck；　Pluto；　Popeye；　Snow　White　and　the　Seven　Dwarfsyou　name　it；　I　got　it。　The　works。　Each　a　guaranteed　work　of　artand　in　glorious　technicolor。〃　He　smiled　a　beatific　smile。　〃Like　Doc　Carpenter　here；　I'd　give　a　year's　pay　to　see　their　faces　when　they　get　around　to　developing　those　negatives。〃
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
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