Ужас в музее
Chapter 2
Rogers,nowstaringwildlyatthepadlockedplankdoor,thumpedhisheadagainandagainagainstthebrickwallandkickedwithhistightlyboundankles. Joneswasafraidhewouldinjurehimself,andadvancedtobindhimmorefirmlytosomestationaryobject. Writhing,Rogersedgedawayfromhimandsetupaseriesoffreneticululationswhoseutter,monstrousunhumannesswasappalling,andwhosesheervolumewasalmostincredible. Itseemedimpossiblethatanyhumanthroatcouldproducenoisessoloudandpiercing,andJonesfeltthatifthiscontinuedtherewouldbenoneedtotelephoneforaid. Itcouldnotbelongbeforeaconstablewouldinvestigate,evengrantingthattherewerenolisteningneighboursinthisdesertedwarehousedistrict.
“Wza-y’ei!Wza-y’ei!”howledthemadman.“Y’kaahaabho—ii,Rhan-Tegoth—Cthulhufhtagn—Ei!Ei!Ei!Ei!—Rhan-Tegoth,Rhan-Tegoth,Rhan-Tegoth!”
Thetautlytrussedcreature,whohadstartedsquirminghiswayacrossthelitteredfloor,nowreachedthepadlockedplankdoorandcommencedknockinghisheadthunderouslyagainstit. Jonesdreadedthetaskofbindinghimfurther,andwishedhewerenotsoexhaustedfromthepreviousstruggle. Thisviolentaftermathwasgettinghideouslyonhisnerves,andhebegantofeelareturnofthenamelessqualmshehadfeltinthedark.
