Финансист

Chapter LIII

           

           "Thisway,"saidthelatter,addressingCowperwood,andprecedinghimintoanadjoiningroom,wherethreeclosetsheldthreeold-fashioned,iron-bodied,wooden-topbath-tubs,withtheirattendantshelvesforroughcrashtowels,yellowsoap,andthelike,andhooksforclothes.

           "Getinthere,"saidthetrusty,whosenamewasThomasKuby,pointingtooneofthetubs.

           Cowperwoodrealizedthatthiswasthebeginningofpettyofficialsupervision;buthedeemeditwisetoappearfriendlyevenhere.

           "Isee,"hesaid."Iwill."

           "That’sright,"repliedtheattendant,somewhatplacated."Whatdidyoubring?"

           Cowperwoodlookedathimquizzically.Hedidnotunderstand.Theprisonattendantrealizedthatthismandidnotknowthelingooftheplace."Whatdidyoubring?"herepeated."Howmanyyearsdidyouget?"

           "Oh!"exclaimedCowperwood,comprehendingly."Iunderstand.Fourandthreemonths."

           Hedecidedtohumortheman.Itwouldprobablybebetterso.

           "Whatfor?"inquiredKuby,familiarly.

           Cowperwood’sbloodchilledslightly."Larceny,"hesaid.

           "Yuhgotoffeasy,"commentedKuby."I’mupforten.Arubejudgedidthattome."

           KubyhadneverheardofCowperwood’scrime.Hewouldnothaveunderstooditssubtletiesifhehad.Cowperwooddidnotwanttotalktothisman;hedidnotknowhow.Hewishedhewouldgoaway;butthatwasnotlikely.

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