Pronzini, Bill (ed) - Crime and Crime Again / Пронзини, Билл (ред) - Преступление, и еще преступление [1990, EPUB, ENG]

The Birthmark / Родимое пятно by NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE A Pair of Gloves / История I. Пара перчаток by CHARLES DICKENS The Biter Bit / Попался! by WILKIE COLLINS God Sees the Truth but Waits / Бог правду видит, да не скоро скажет by LEO N. TOLSTOY A Watcher by the Dead / Страж мертвеца by AMBROSE BIERCE Mr. Brisher's Treasure / Клад мистера Бришера by H. G. WELLS The Return of Imray / Возвращение Имрея by RUDYARD KIPLING The Bet / Пари by ANTON CHEKHOV Bewitched / Приворожённый by EDITH WHARTON Before the Party / За час до файфоклока by W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM The Neighbors / Соседи by JOHN GALSWORTHY Without the Option / Вместо штрафа by P. G. WODEHOUSE The Gioconda Smile / Улыбка Джоконды by ALDOUS HUXLEY Cigarette Girl by JAMES M. CAIN It Takes a Thief by ARTHUR MILLER Murder on the Waterfront by BUDD SCHULBERG How Mr. Hogan Robbed a Bank / Как мистер Хоген ограбил банк by JOHN STEINBECK My Son the Murderer / Мой сын — убийца by BERNARD MALAMUD Sentimental Journey by JOYCE CAROL OATES The Interview by EVAN HUNTER The Killer by NORMAN MAILER

On the Saturday before Labor Day, 1955, at 9:04½ A.M., Mr. Hogan robbed a bank. He was forty-two years old, married, and the father of a boy and a girl, named John and Joan, twelve and thirteen respectively. Mrs. Hogan’s name was Joan and Mr. Hogan’s name was John, but since they called themselves Papa and Mama that left their names free for the children, who were considered smart for their ages, each having jumped a grade in school. The Hogans lived at 215 East Maple Street, in a brown-shingle house with white trim—there are two; 215 is the one across from the street light and it is the one with the big tree in the yard, either oak or elm—the biggest tree in the whole street, maybe in the whole town. John and Joan were in bed at the time of the robbery, for it was Saturday. At 9:10 A.M., Mrs. Hogan was making the cup of tea she always had. Mr. Hogan went to work early. Mrs. Hogan drank her tea slowly, scalding hot, and read her fortune in the tea leaves. There was a cloud and a five-pointed star with two short points in the bottom of the cup, but that was at 9:12 and the robbery was all over by then. . . .