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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. Perhaps just as
well. "Were you carrying that Miyako in your purse last night?"
She hesitated. "If I had been, the results might have been regrettable,
don't you think?"
"I withdraw the question. I think our friend is waking up. Keep your gun on
him while I find out." Again I gave him my thumb.
He yelped.
"Sit up," I said. "Don't try to stand up; just sit up and place your hands
on top of your head. What's your name?"
He urged on me an action both unlikely and lewd. "Now, now," I reproved
him, "let's have no rudeness, please. Mistress Hardesty," I went on, looking
directly at Gwen, "would you enjoy shooting him just a little bit? A flesh
wound? Enough to teach him to be polite."
"If you say so. Senator. Now?"
"Well... let's allow him that one mistake. But no second chance. Try not to
kill him; we want him to talk. Can you hit him in the fleshy part of a thigh?
Not hit the bone?"
"I can try."
"That's all anyone can ask. If you do hit a bone, it won't be out of spite.
Now let's start over. What is your name?"
"Uh... Bill."
"Bill, what is the rest of your name?"
"Aw, just Bill. That's all the name I use."
Gwen said, "A little flesh wound now. Senator? To sharpen his memory?"
"Perhaps. Do you want it in your left leg. Bill? Or your right?"
"Neither one! Look, Senator, 'Bill' actually is all the name I've got-and
make her not point that thing at me, will you, please?"
"Keep him covered
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