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The Precipice (Cód: 8338099)

Ray Cummings


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Finding the body was enough evidence to show just how the killer had worked in cold-blooded wickedness. (note: a short story)ExcerptOld Man Macpherson was dying. There was no argument on that. You could see it in the gray pallor of his face, and hear it in his labored, gasping breaths. And he seemed to know it. He had sent for me in a hurry, late that Friday afternoon, a Friday in mid-October. I found him lying propped up in bed, in his room in the little wooden hotel which stands opposite the Cathedral in the village of St. Catherine de Belfort. His hand clung to mine as I sat beside him on the bed. 'Ye came quick, Tom,' he murmured. 'Thank ye verra much. I made a big mistake, Tom. Ye'll have to be fixin' it. I jus' thought of it.' 'Mistake? That's out of your line, Mac.' I grinned at him. 'I didn't know you were really sick when you left the plant this morning in such a hurry or I'd have come with you. Tell me-' ''Twill finish me, this time.' He tried to smile, and gasped with an effort to take a deeper breath. 'The heart, not so good. Ye've known about that, Tom? The doc, he can't fool me. Not this time.' Old Man MacPherson was my assistant at the plant I'm Tom Roberts, Paymaster of the Jacques Cartier Lumber Company. We're a small concern, located in the woods about a mile from St. Catherine. 'I jus' happened to remember it, lyin' here,' MacPherson was saying. 'Yesterday, when I sent to the bank for our payroll money for termorrer-I wasn't feelin' so good, even then, Tom.' Mac had completely forgotten that our payroll was considerably increased this week. We had a rush of overtime work and for a new night shift we had been fortunate in getting quite a few additional men. There's no way in and out of St. Catherine except by road-and a pretty rough road at that- through the woods to the town of Pont Noir, some thirty miles away. The armed mailman would arrive tomorrow morning with the registered package of our payroll money from the small branch of the Banque Canadienne Nationale in Pont Noir. But it wouldn't be enough, this week, not by some five thousand dollars.


Peso 0.00 Kg
Produto sob encomenda Não
Idioma 337
Acabamento e-book
Territorialidade Internacional
Formato Livro Digital Epub
Gratuito Não
Proteção Drm Sim
Tamanho do Arquivo 375
Início da Venda 12/04/2012
Código do Formato Epub
Cód. Barras 9781612104782
Ano da Publicação 112
AutorRay Cummings