HOME READING. ЧАСТЬ ВТОРАЯ (110,00 руб.)

Inside, a man smiled grimly as he turned from the bathroom cabinet, entered the expensively primitive living-room of his mountain camp, and crossed to a closet set in the pine wall. <...> It was his special closet, with a spring lock and in it he kept guns, ammunition, fishing-rods, tackle and liquor, Not even his wife was allowed to have a key, for Judson Webb loved his personal possessions and felt a sense of deep outrage if they were touched by any hand but his own. <...> The closet door stood open, he had been packing his things away for the winter and in a few minutes would be driving back to civilization. <...> As he looked at the shelf on which the liquor stood his smile was not attractive. <...> All the bottles were unopened except one quart of Bourbon which was placed invitingly in front, a whiskey glass by its side. <...> As he took it from the shelf his wife spoke from the adjoining bedroom. "I'm all packed, Judson. <...> Hasn't Alec come to run the water off and get the keys?" Alec lived about a mile down the road and acted as caretaker for the city folks when they were away. "He's down at the lake taking boats out of water. <...> Said he'd be back in half an hour." Marcia came into the room carrying her suitcase, She paused in surprise as she saw the bottle in her husband's hand. "Judson!" she exclaimed, "you're not taking a drink at ten o'clock in the morning?" "You wrong me, my dear," he chuckled. "I'm not taking anything out of this bottle. <...> I am putting a little kick into it." His closed hand opened and he put upon the table two tiny white pellets as he started to uncork the whiskey. <...> She had learned to dread that tone of his voice, the tone he used when he was planning to "put something over"' in a business deal. "Whoever broke into my closet last winter and stole my liquor will probably try it again once we are out of here <...>