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ОглавлениеCalvin C. Quartermain was an edifice as tall, long, and as arrogant as his name.
He did not move, he stalked.
He did not see, he glared.
He spoke not, but fired his tongue, point–blank, at any target come to hand.
He orated, he pronounced, he praised not, but heaped scorn.
Right now he was busy shoving bacteria under the microscope of his gold–rimmed spectacles. The bacteria were the boys, who deserved destruction. One boy, especially.
‘A bike, sweet Christ, a damn blue bike! That’s all it was!’
Quartermain bellowed, kicking his good leg.
‘Bastards! Killed Braling! Now they’re after me!’
A stout nurse trussed him like a cigar store Indian while Dr. Lieber set the leg.
‘Christ! Damned fool. What was it Braling said about a metronome? Jesus!’
‘Leg’s broke, easy!’
‘He needs more than a bike! A damned hell–fire device won’t kill me, no!’
The nurse shoved a pill in his mouth.
‘Peace, Mr C., peace.’
