THE EXPLODING LAKE by Kenneth Robeson

Author:Kenneth Robeson [Robeson, Kenneth]
Language: eng
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Published: 2011-04-26T23:22:04+00:00

THE EXPLODING LAKE

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Ham listened for a while for some sign of Cort nodded. “And would like to be the return of the men who had been beating more—would like to marry her.”

Cort. He asked, “What do they want out of

“Then Perling and Susie are working to-you?”

gether for Boehl?”

“The whereabouts of Boehl.”

“No.”

“Oh—hey, wait a minute! Aren’t they

“Eh?”

Boehl’s gang?”

“Perling is as harmless as he seems. He

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. There are other is merely a rich sap, and sometimes a heel.”

secret agents after Boehl—Russian, English,

“Oh.”

American.” He peered intently at Monk, asked, Monk shook his head. He was de-

“I presume you knew that.”

pressed by his own gullibility, and by their posi-

“We didn’t know anything,” Monk said.

tion, which didn’t appeal to him. He wandered Ham asked, “How’d you get here?”

over to the porthole and stood peering out.

“Unfortunately,” admitted Paul Cort, “I There was, rather close at hand, a line of was somewhat of a dope and made a couple cliffs and reefs on which waves broke. He real-of unforgivable traps. In short, two bogus po-ized, surprised, that the shore was quite close lice officers arrested me and I believed them and that, astonishingly, the cliffs were not as for just a minute too long. The two officers, high as he had thought, and the reefs not as who are of course not officers, were the fellows vicious; the waves, in proportion, were not as who were in here a while ago, beating me.”

violent as he had supposed. They were short

“They were wise to you, eh?” Monk said.

and chopping, which gave the boat its violent

“My mistake,” Cort said bitterly, “was one motion, but there was not the long rolling quite a few men have made—I misjudged a swells usually encountered at sea.

blonde.”

Spray had leaked in around the edge of Monk stiffened. “Eh?”

the porthole slightly and, suddenly suspicious,

“Susan Lane,” Cort said.

Monk touched a finger to the dampness, Ham jumped. “For God’s sake. Is brought the finger to his lips, and tasted.

Susie—”

“The hell!”

“The rattlebrained Susie,” Paul Cort said,

“What’s the matter?” Ham demanded.

“is Hans Boehl’s tool.”

“Not salty!” Monk said. “You know something? We’re not on the ocean. We’re on a lake.”

MONK was chagrined. He glanced at Paul Cort looked startled.

Ham, and got some satisfaction out of the law-

“That’s important,” he said hoarsely.

yer’s stunned look. “Suckers,” Monk said

“Very important.”

sourly.

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