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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. If they arrest me, you pretend not to know me.'
'No!'
'What do you mean, "No"? There is no point in both of us being in jail.'
She looked stubborn and said nothing. How can you argue with a woman who wont talk? I sighed. 'Look, dear, the only other thing I can think of is to look for another job washing dishes. Maybe Brother McNabb will let us sleep in the mission tonight.'
'I'll look for a job, too. I can wash dishes. Or cook. Or something.'
'We'll see. Come inside with me, Marga; we'll go to jail together. But I think I've figured out how to handle this without going to jail.' I took out one treasury note, crumpled it, and tore one corner. Then we went into the bank together, me holding it in my hand as if I had just picked it up. I did not go to a teller's window; instead I went to that railing behind which bark officials sit at their desks.
I leaned on the railing and spoke to the man nearest to it; his desk sign marked him as assistant manager. 'Excuse me, sir! Can you answer a question for me?'
He looked annoyed but his reply did not show it. 'I'll try. What's on your mind?'
'Is this really money? Or is it stage money, or something?'
He looked at it, then looked more closely. 'Interesting. Where did you get this?"
'My wife found it on a sidewalk. Is it money?'
'Of course it's not money. Whoever heard of a twenty-dollar note? Stage money, probably Or an advertising promotion
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