Ø The Snatch || ↠ PDF Read by ↠ Harold R. Daniels
a selection from Chapter 1 Mollison turned his heavy car from the traffic burdened main street into the comparative solitude of a backwash of asphalt alley that split two buildings built of old pink brick Even in the way he drove his car, Lou Morgan thought, Mollison had a flamboyance, a dash He was not certain that he liked it in Mollison, but he envied Mollison s abila selection from Chapter 1 Mollison turned his heavy car from the traffic burdened main street into the comparative solitude of a backwash of asphalt alley that split two buildings built of old pink brick Even in the way he drove his car, Lou Morgan thought, Mollison had a flamboyance, a dash He was not certain that he liked it in Mollison, but he envied Mollison s ability to change his mannerisms as he would have changed a suit Mollison followed the asphalt between the two walls of brick that shut out the June sunlight until, where still another brick building dammed it, it widened into a long pool of parking space Here Mollison stopped the car and pointed There, he said You couldn t find a perfect place In a hundred years they wouldn t look for the kid there He sat back with the air of having achieved a minor triumph Morgan glanced unwillingly in the direction of Mollison s gesture Until now, Mollison s plan had been some thing they just talked about something they might someday do They had the place now, and there remained only the time to be set The plan was taking on a sickening reality Mollison had pointed in the direction of a tiny abutment to the main building a low shed of brick from which sprouted a tremendous chimney, round at the base and tapering at the top like some mighty cannon aimed at the sky Mollison talked on I ve got a key, he said I kept it when I was with Decker, Real Estate He added with a touch of scornful condescension, I told him he d never make a dime from the account And Decker and Son are worth three quarters of a million dollars, Morgan thought sourly What was Mollison worth A hundred dollars Two hundred maybe The two men got out of the car and walked toward the small building at the base of the chimney Once away from the alley that led into this brick cul de sac, they were surrounded by towering pink walls The old Maynard Mills they were called a complex of weave sheds and spinning rooms that spread over many acres The textile machinery was gone, sold for scrap metal long years ago, but the old brick buildings still stood Too expensive to maintain too hard to pull down There was a scattering of cars in the open court between the buildings Morgan hesitated Won t they notice us going into the building he asked Mollison waved his hand These people Don t worry about it Somebody gets hold of a few dollars and starts a business in this old rats nest because Decker lets them have floor space for nothing Next month he s broke and somebody else comes in Don t worry about it, he repeated They reached the low building and Mollison unlocked the door and pushed it in The old boiler room, he said proudly This is the place It s perfect Morgan, glancing about, saw a maze of piping festooning the room The boiler itself, its great doors open, took up one wall Against the opposite wall stood an army cot with a filthy blanket for a cover Against the third wall a pile of coal was heaped Mollison kicked at a chunk that had rolled from the pile They haven t used it in ten years, he said Decker put in a little oil fired boiler for a heating plant in the mill itself This coal used to be piled up in the yard outside but Decker was afraid some of the poor bastards that live around here would steal it so he had it thrown in here He paused What about it, Lou Morgan hesitated, not wanting to confirm his participation in Mollison s plan He was afraid of Mollison and of the act that Mollison wanted him to commit, but at the same time he did not want to give this thing up entirely It had sounded, in earnest discussion on a score of occasions, so simple so easy And he wanted the money He needed the money He said doubtfully, I guess it s all right.
Harold R. Daniels
Daniels graduated from college in Milford, Connecticut, and became a specialist in the metal industry From 1958 to 1972, he was editor of the magazine Metalworking In the 1950s, he published numerous short stories, and in 1956 he published his first novel, In His Blood, nominated for the Edgar Allan Poe Award.Little known in France, Harold Robert Daniels, however, writes Claude Mespl de and Jean Jacques Schleret remarkable works for the quality of the realistic plot and description of the small towns of the United States His fourth novel, The Snatch, published in 1958, is described by John D MacDonald as one of the modern classics of crime and punishment His sixth and last novel, published in 1966, House On Greenapple Road, is appreciated by Claude Mespl de as undoubtedly his most complete book and adapted for television in 1970 One of his new Death does not wait Road Hog is adapted twice in each of the two series Alfred Hitchcock presents.
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Title: Ø The Snatch || ↠ PDF Read by ↠ Harold R. Daniels