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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. Schultz. "An eyepatch draws the attention of most
observers so strongly that it takes a conscious effort of will to see the
features. I always keep one on hand. That fez and the presence of the Nobles of
the Mystic Shrine was a happy coincidence."
"You had a fez on hand?"
"Not exactly. It does have a former owner. When he wakes up, he may miss
it... but I do not think he will wake up soon. Uh, my friend Mickey Finn is
taking care of him. But you might avoid any Shriners from Temple Al Mizar. Their
accents may help; they are from Alabama."
"Doctor, I'll avoid all Shriners as much as I can; I think I should board
at the last minute. But what about Gwen?"
The Reverend Doctor produced another fez. 'Try it, dear lady."
Gwen tried it on. It tended to fit down over her like a candle snuffer. She
lifted it off. "I don't think it does a thing for me; it's not right for my
complexion. What do you think?"
"I'm afraid you're right."
I said, "Doctor, Shriners are twice as big as Gwen in all directions and
they bulge in different places. It will have to be something else. Grease
paint?"
Schultz shook his head. "Grease paint always looks like grease paint."
"That's a very bad likeness of her on the terminal. Nobody could recognize
her from that."
"Thank you, my love. Unfortunately there are a good many people in Golden
Rule who do know what I look like
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