Книга только для ознакомления
."
"It's no trouble, sir. Don't you want me to have it ready?"
"Perhaps. Let's see. Bill? What did you do with that proctor?"
"I didn't, I never saw him! Just two skins said they had a cash job for me.
I don't make 'em, never seen 'em, they ain't with it. But there are always new
ones and Fingers said they passed. He-"
"Hold it. Who is 'Fingers' T
"Uh, he's mayor of our alley. Okay?"
"More details, please. Your alley?"
"Man's got to sleep somewhere, ain't he? VIP like you has got a compartment
with his name on it. I should be so lucky! Home is where it is-right?"
"I think you're telling me that your alley is your home. Where is it? Ring,
radius, and acceleration."
"Uh... that's not exactly how it is."
"Be rational. Bill. If it's inside the main cylinder, not off in one of the
appendages, its location can be described that way."
"Maybe so but I can't describe it that way because that's not how you get
there. And I won't lead you the way you have to go because-" His face screwed up
in utter despair and he looked about ten years old. "Don't let her hotwire me
and don't let her shoot me a little bit at a time. Please! Just space me and get
it over with-okay?"
"Senator?"
"Yes, Mistress Hardesty?"
"Bill's afraid that, if you hurt him enough, he will tell you where he
hides to sleep. Other nightwalkers sleep there, too;
that's the point
|
