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.Chacun à son goût. He s not here, Tom said blankly. Obviously.Where was the damned thing? Nowthat I think of it what was the damned thing? I never stopped to ask, Tom said with chagrin. Hewas yelling and cussing so much&.It was over here,on the chest by the window.So he said.I wonder howthe thief got in.Hank s a light sleeper.I m surprisedhe didn t wake up. What about the window? You do reason occasionally, don t you? He prob-ably did come in the window.There s a balcony. The windows were French doors, actually.Theywere wide open.The morning breeze made thedraperies sway.Tom pushed them back and I followedhim out onto the balcony.It was light enough now tomake out the dim outlines of objects below, and Irealized that Hank s balcony was not self-supporting,but rested on the roof of one of the columned loggiasthat surrounded most of the courtyards. Simple, Tom said, peering over. Any agile personcould shinny up one of the posts and climb onto thebalcony.The chest is practically within arm s reach ofthe French doors. The thief was lucky, then, I said. Or else&. Or else he was out here watching while Hank wasoperating the gadget, Tom agreed.His voice was grim. Maybe Hank was the lucky one. Summer of the Dragon / 167We were speaking softly, but in the hush of earlymorning our voices carried.There was a sound downbelow, and a flicker of something pale, moving. Who s there? Tom called. It s me. The voice was Hank s.It was very calm,but it held a note that would have made me quake ifI had done anything to irritate him. I ve found it,Tom. Where was it? Right here in the courtyard.It s smashed tosmithereens. We ll come down, Tom said. Who s with you? It s me D.J. D.J.? Oh.Er wait a minute.Don t come downyet. Why not? Tom leaned forward, trying to see him. Where are you, Hank? Over here. The voice came from the right side ofthe loggia, but I couldn t see a human form. Uh Tom&. What the hell is the matter with you? Nothing, nothing.Before you come down&. Thevoice dropped to an agonized whisper. Tom, couldyou just toss me my pants? I didn t laugh till we were out in the hall, with Hank sclosed door and a considerable distance between usand his embarrassment. 168 / Elizabeth Peters Did he really go rushing out of the house naked? I asked, chortling. I keep telling him he s taking chances sleeping inthe buff, Tom answered, with equal amusement. Itwouldn t matter if he weren t so modest.He got caughtonce before, when we had a thief in the house.Thepoor thief got so frantic with Hank chasing him, hetripped and rolled down the stairs and woke half thehouse.We had a distinguished congresswoman stayingthat night, and when she rushed out to see what washappening, Hank ducked into the music room and hidbehind the piano.We tore the place apart looking forhim, thinking he d been hurt. What happened to the thief? I asked, fascinated. Oh, he got away in the confusion.Hank swore afterthat that he d wear pajamas, but I guess he s relapsedinto his old habits. My sense of humor deserted me when we gotdownstairs and found Hank crouching over thebattered heap of scrap that had been his precious pieceof equipment.I poked experimentally at a jangle ofwire. What was it? Hank winced at the past tense.He didn t say any-thing.It was Tom who finally announced accusingly, It looks like a magnetometer.What the hell were youplanning to do with that? This is a new type, Hank mumbled. Even Summer of the Dragon / 169more compact, even more sensitive.It s supposed tobe good in any terrain. I had heard about these devices, though I had neverseen one used.I don t understand electricity or ma-chines of any kind.All I know is which button to push.But as I understand it, this gadget measures the con-ductivity of the soil.When you move it along over thesurface of the ground, a needle jiggles up and downand makes a line along a piece of graph paper [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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.Chacun à son goût. He s not here, Tom said blankly. Obviously.Where was the damned thing? Nowthat I think of it what was the damned thing? I never stopped to ask, Tom said with chagrin. Hewas yelling and cussing so much&.It was over here,on the chest by the window.So he said.I wonder howthe thief got in.Hank s a light sleeper.I m surprisedhe didn t wake up. What about the window? You do reason occasionally, don t you? He prob-ably did come in the window.There s a balcony. The windows were French doors, actually.Theywere wide open.The morning breeze made thedraperies sway.Tom pushed them back and I followedhim out onto the balcony.It was light enough now tomake out the dim outlines of objects below, and Irealized that Hank s balcony was not self-supporting,but rested on the roof of one of the columned loggiasthat surrounded most of the courtyards. Simple, Tom said, peering over. Any agile personcould shinny up one of the posts and climb onto thebalcony.The chest is practically within arm s reach ofthe French doors. The thief was lucky, then, I said. Or else&. Or else he was out here watching while Hank wasoperating the gadget, Tom agreed.His voice was grim. Maybe Hank was the lucky one. Summer of the Dragon / 167We were speaking softly, but in the hush of earlymorning our voices carried.There was a sound downbelow, and a flicker of something pale, moving. Who s there? Tom called. It s me. The voice was Hank s.It was very calm,but it held a note that would have made me quake ifI had done anything to irritate him. I ve found it,Tom. Where was it? Right here in the courtyard.It s smashed tosmithereens. We ll come down, Tom said. Who s with you? It s me D.J. D.J.? Oh.Er wait a minute.Don t come downyet. Why not? Tom leaned forward, trying to see him. Where are you, Hank? Over here. The voice came from the right side ofthe loggia, but I couldn t see a human form. Uh Tom&. What the hell is the matter with you? Nothing, nothing.Before you come down&. Thevoice dropped to an agonized whisper. Tom, couldyou just toss me my pants? I didn t laugh till we were out in the hall, with Hank sclosed door and a considerable distance between usand his embarrassment. 168 / Elizabeth Peters Did he really go rushing out of the house naked? I asked, chortling. I keep telling him he s taking chances sleeping inthe buff, Tom answered, with equal amusement. Itwouldn t matter if he weren t so modest.He got caughtonce before, when we had a thief in the house.Thepoor thief got so frantic with Hank chasing him, hetripped and rolled down the stairs and woke half thehouse.We had a distinguished congresswoman stayingthat night, and when she rushed out to see what washappening, Hank ducked into the music room and hidbehind the piano.We tore the place apart looking forhim, thinking he d been hurt. What happened to the thief? I asked, fascinated. Oh, he got away in the confusion.Hank swore afterthat that he d wear pajamas, but I guess he s relapsedinto his old habits. My sense of humor deserted me when we gotdownstairs and found Hank crouching over thebattered heap of scrap that had been his precious pieceof equipment.I poked experimentally at a jangle ofwire. What was it? Hank winced at the past tense.He didn t say any-thing.It was Tom who finally announced accusingly, It looks like a magnetometer.What the hell were youplanning to do with that? This is a new type, Hank mumbled. Even Summer of the Dragon / 169more compact, even more sensitive.It s supposed tobe good in any terrain. I had heard about these devices, though I had neverseen one used.I don t understand electricity or ma-chines of any kind.All I know is which button to push.But as I understand it, this gadget measures the con-ductivity of the soil.When you move it along over thesurface of the ground, a needle jiggles up and downand makes a line along a piece of graph paper [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]