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Оглавление“What made you do it?”
“Cats are curious. I’m a cat,” said Roy, hustling along.
We were headed back toward the commissary.
Roy had the box tucked under his arm, and a vast grin of triumph on his face.
“Look,” he said. “Someone sends you a note. You go to a graveyard, find a body, but don’t report it, spoiling whatever game is up. Phone calls are made, the studio sends for the body, and goes into a panic when they actually have a viewing. How else can I act except out of wild curiosity. What kind of game is this? I ask. I can only find out by countermoving the chesspiece, yes? We saw and heard how Manny and his pals reacted an hour ago. How would they react, I wondered, let’s study it, if, after finding a body, they lost it again, and went crazy wondering who had it? Me!”
We stopped outside the commissary door.
“You’re not going in there with that!” I exclaimed.
“Safest place in the world. Nobody would suspect a box I carry right into the middle of the studio. But be careful, mate, we’re being watched, right now.”
“Where?!” I cried, and turned swiftly.
“If I knew that, it would all be over. C’mon.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Strange,” said Roy, “why do I feel I could eat a horse?”
