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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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Chapter 6
Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we shall die.
Isaiah 22:13
I WALKED down the stairs, not looking at the three, and went directly to the desk of the purser's office. Mr Henderson was there, spoke quietly as I reached the counter. 'Those three over there. Do you know them?'
'No, I don't know them. I'll see what they want. But keep an eye on us, will you, please?'
'Right!'
I turned and started to walk past that lovable trio. The smart boy said sharply, 'Graham! Stop there! Where you going?'
I kept moving and snapped, 'Shut up, you idiot! Are you trying to blow it?' Muscles stepped into my path and hung over me like a tall building. The gun stepped in behind me. In a fake prison-yard style, from the side of my mouth, I said, 'Quit making a scene and get these apes off the ship! You and I must talk.'
'Certainly we talk. Ici! Now. Here.'
'You utter fool,' I answered softly and glanced nervously up, to left and right. 'Not here. Cows. Bugs. Come with me. But have Mutt and Jeff wait on the dock.'
Non!'
'God save us! Listen carefully.' I whispered, 'You 'are going to tell these animals to leave the ship and wait at the foot of the gangway. Then you and I are going to walk out on the weather deck where we can talk without being overheard. Otherwise we do nothing! - and I report to Number-One that you blew the deal. Understand? Right now! Or go back and tell them the deal is off
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