Highways in
Highways in Hiding
作者：Smith, George O. (George Oliver), 1911-1981
体例：题 章数：111
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共 111 题- HIGHWAYS IN HIDING
- GEORGE O. SMITH
- A LANCER BOOK 1967
- All rights reserved
- LANCER BOOKS, INC., 185 MADISON AVENUE, NEW YORK, N.Y. 10016
- Steve Cornell, _M. Ing._
- STALEMATE
- I tried to answer but no sound came out. Not even a hoarse croak.
- The voice went on, "Don't try to talk, Steve. Just think it."
- II
- I shrugged. "That's obviously a mistaken impression. No one could--"
- III
- I grunted a bit but managed to nod with a smile.
- I smiled thinly at Phil Harrison and shrugged.
- IV
- I hated the words.
- Jim Thorndyke._
- Finally, #That's about all,# I thought. #Now--why?#
- Then the esper shook his head. He handed me the card. "Not a trace."
- I did not go to the police.
- I U-turned again and started following the signs.
- After some thought she said, "No, I don't know of any Harrisons."
- I grunted. I was really making the least of this, now that I'd arrived.
- I hadn't, but I espied back quickly and said, "No, it isn't."
- I laughed. "Nobody but an idiot would tackle a road like this at fifty."
- I reached over and took her hand. "That's a mighty powerful grip you--"
- I wondered.
- I had never seen a case of Mekstrom's Disease--before.
- I had to try something, anything, to get free. Yet--
- I suddenly re-lived the big crack-up.
- VI
- Brazenly I lied. "I'm a freelance writer and I'm looking for material."
- He froze. "I did not say that."
- He nodded. "We have some, but it's precious little."
- I shook my head unhappily.
- VII
- I posed the question: #Am I nuts?#
- She shook her head. "Not yet."
- I nodded. "If you want, we'll take a jaunt along our original course."
- Suddenly she said, "It's a dead area, Steve."
- VIII
- Mr. Walton said, coldly, "What seems to be the trouble, Mr. Cornell?"
- Henry Walton said, "That's about it, Mr. Cornell."
- Walton looked blank, and I whipped a thought at him: #Damned telepath!#
- I took off with a jerk and howl of tires.
- IX
- I entered a dining room. Inside, it was blacker than pitch.
- Her laugh was scornful but not loud. "You're welcome, Mr. Cornell."
- I sort of sneered at her. "Good friend of yours, no doubt."
- Mr. Macklin said, crisply, "May I have an explanation, Mr. Cornell?"
- He smiled. "Precisely. It does not."
- XI
- I couldn't see the humor in it. "Yeah," I drawled humorlessly.
- I grunted. "I could always blow my brains out."
- XII
- I must have looked bitter.
- Marian looked at Catherine. "Did you get it?"
- Unhappily I told him. "I'd not have believed it."
- I nodded. What he said was true, but it did not ease the hurt.
- I nodded. "I learned a few of the answers at the Macklin Place."
- XIII
- I began at that time to look forward to my visit to reorientation.
- XIV
- I eyed her coldly. "How can I possibly believe you?"
- XV
- I blinked.
- I blinked. "Yes, your honor?"
- The bailiff tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Come along, Cornell!"
- XVI
- I whirled, shocked.
- I turned to Thorndyke. "All right," I grunted. "You win."
- I interjected, "And what do we do about it?"
- I took a fast stab: "Doctor, how does my flesh differ from yours?"
- I thought furiously. It resulted in nothing.
- He eyed me with a cold stare. "Whether you're worthy of living."
- Anarchy at one end, is as bad as tyranny at the other--
- XVII
- I wondered what kind of tool-grinder they used for a manicure.
- Rather bitterly, I said, "I suppose I have absolutely no vote."
- XVIII
- She opened the eyes and looked at me. "Does it hurt?"
- Shakily she asked me, "How do I get it, Mr. Cornell?"
- I eyed her sympathetically.
- XIX
- She eyed me coldly. "You utter imbecile," she snarled. "You--"
- XX
- Catherine tried lamely, "You see, Mr. Cornell is my fiancée."
- I nodded. "Sold," I told her.
- I put my foot on the faucet and poured on the oil.
- XXI
- I sat up in bed.
- Farrow's smile became cryptic. "Maybe they won't notice."
- XXII
- I looked at her. "I'll have to borrow your car."
- XXIII
- I stayed between them too long.
- I relaxed.
- The tall one said, "Take it easy, Cornell. You can't win 'em all."
- I nodded glumly. I was facing those last and final words: _Or Else!_
- XXIV
- I just looked at her and suddenly remembered something:
- I grunted. "And so you were made happy."
- XXV
- I crept up the stairs and poked my head out just at the floor level.
- I turned to the wall he'd been eyeing with so much attention.
- I went to the desk and snapped on the microphone.
- I turned to her. "You're supposed to be waking up--"
- SC-MH
- QUEST IMPOSSIBLE
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