Читать книгу The City Man - Howard Akler - Страница 19
ОглавлениеOut of the corner of his eye, Eli watches the whispers wind around the curve of the city desk. From one editor to the next, mouths move in nearly unnatural duplication so each offers the same questioning puss. Psst-psst, they say. Psst-psst. Bert curses in the middle of the floor, nickel-cigar stub jammed into the corner of his mouth like a crooked brown tooth. Behind him is the city desk, shaped like a horseshoe but not nearly as lucky. The scene of endless diatribes, twenty-two firings and three fistfights. Mackintosh swivels in his chair, elbow garters as tight as his held tongue. Eli lowers his gaze, looks instead at the fingertips of his right hand sitting motionless on the keys HJKL. No words come from that combination of letters, not even a single syllable that can help him start his story. The lede lingers somewhere along the route of metal, skin and skull and all he can do is slouch lower in his chair and cautiously retrace that route over and over and over again.
| Police car crashes into truck | |
| Officers responding to an emergency encountered one of their own this afternoon when a police automobile hurtled down the Bathurst St. hill and collided with a bread truck on Davenport Rd. Constables Ed McGirr and Bill Pumps were racing to a holdup at the Dupont branch of the Bank of Montreal. The machine was approaching speeds of 50 miles per hour at the time of impact, which generated enough force to shatter the windshield andloosen the door on the driver’s side. | Both officers received medical attention at the scene.Fred Gallo, driver for Guston’s Bread, was also under the watchful eye of a doctor after the collision. He suffered some minor cuts. He said he knew he was going to get hit, but had no chance to hit the brakes.‘They sure picked up a lot of speed down that hill. There wasn’t much time to worry about my bread.’ |
