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Название книги: Instrument of Slaughter
Автор(ы): Edward Marston
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Instrument-of-Slaughter-180944.html
CHAPTER ONE
January, 1916
The meeting was held in secret. Though they had similar views and shared objectives, they did not want to discuss them in a pub where they were likely to be mocked and vilified. In a time of war, pacifism was a stigma for able-bodied young men. Each one of them had his own collection of white feathers, contemptuous glances and harsh reproaches. Pressure to enlist grew more intense by the day.
‘Where’s Gordon?’ asked Cyril Ablatt, impatiently.
‘He swore that he’d be here,’ said Mansel Price.
‘Then why isn’t he?’
‘God knows!’
‘He can’t have forgotten,’ said Fred Hambridge. ‘It’s not like Gordon to be late. Shall I go and look for him?’
‘No,’ said Ablatt, firmly. ‘We’ll wait.’
Ablatt was the leader of the group and they’d arranged to meet that evening in the shed at the bottom of his garden. Small and cluttered, it was used as a workshop by Ablatt’s father in his spare time. Hambridge, a carpenter by trade, was
Название книги: Instrument of Slaughter
Автор(ы): Edward Marston
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Instrument-of-Slaughter-180944.html
CHAPTER ONE
January, 1916
The meeting was held in secret. Though they had similar views and shared objectives, they did not want to discuss them in a pub where they were likely to be mocked and vilified. In a time of war, pacifism was a stigma for able-bodied young men. Each one of them had his own collection of white feathers, contemptuous glances and harsh reproaches. Pressure to enlist grew more intense by the day.
‘Where’s Gordon?’ asked Cyril Ablatt, impatiently.
‘He swore that he’d be here,’ said Mansel Price.
‘Then why isn’t he?’
‘God knows!’
‘He can’t have forgotten,’ said Fred Hambridge. ‘It’s not like Gordon to be late. Shall I go and look for him?’
‘No,’ said Ablatt, firmly. ‘We’ll wait.’
Ablatt was the leader of the group and they’d arranged to meet that evening in the shed at the bottom of his garden. Small and cluttered, it was used as a workshop by Ablatt’s father in his spare time. Hambridge, a carpenter by trade, was
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