Ужас в музее
Chapter 1
Therearelimits,youknow. It’sagreatpieceofwork,andallthat,butitisn’tgoodforyou. Betternotseeitanymore—letOrabonabreakitup,andtrytoforgetaboutit. Andletmetearthisbeastlypictureup,too.”
Withasnarl,Rogerssnatchedthephotographandreturnedittothedesk.“
Idiot—you—andyoustillthinkIt’sallafraud! YoustillthinkImadeIt,andyoustillthinkmyfiguresarenothingbutlifelesswax! Why,damnyou,you’reaworseclodthanawaximageyourself! ButI’vegotproofthistime,andyou’regoingtoknow! Notjustnow,forItisrestingafterthesacrifice—butlater. Oh,yes—youwillnotdoubtthepowerofItthen.”
AsRogersglancedtowardthepadlockedinnerdoorJonesretrievedhishatandstickfromanearbybench.“
Verywell,Rogers,letitbelater. Imustbegoingnow,butI’llcallaroundtomorrowafternoon. Thinkmyadviceoverandseeifitdoesn’tsoundsensible. AskOrabonawhathethinks,too.
”Rogersactuallybaredhisteethinwild-beastfashion.“
Mustbegoingnow,eh? Afraid,afterall! Afraid,forallyourboldtalk! Yousaytheeffigiesareonlywax,andyetyourunawaywhenIbegintoprovethattheyaren’t. You’relikethefellowswhotakemystandingbetthattheydaren’tspendthenightinthemuseum—theycomeboldlyenough,butafteranhourtheyshriekandhammertogetout! WantmetoaskOrabona,eh? Youtwo—alwaysagainstme! YouwanttobreakdownthecomingearthlyreignofIt!”
Jonespreservedhiscalm.“
No,Rogers—there’snobodyagainstyou.
