Спрут: Калифорнийская история

           ”

           Thenhisglancefell,andhelookedaimlesslyaboutuponthefloor.“I’vecometosaygood-bye,Governor,”continuedPresley,“I’mgoingaway.”

           “Goingaway...yes,whyit’sPresley.Good-day,Presley.”

           “Good-day,Governor.I’mgoingaway.I’vecometosaygood-bye.”

           “Good-bye?”Magnusbenthisbrows,“whatareyousayinggood-byefor?”

           “I’mgoingaway,sir.”

           TheGovernordidnotanswer.Staringattheledgeofthedesk,heseemedlostinthought.Therewasalongsilence.Then,atlength,Presleysaid:

           “Howareyougettingon,Governor?”

           Magnuslookedupslowly.

           “Whyit’sPresley,”hesaid.“Howdoyoudo,Presley.”

           “Areyougettingonallright,sir?”

           “Yes,”saidMagnusafterawhile,“yes,allright.Iamgoingaway.I’vecometosaygood-bye.No—”Heinterruptedhimselfwithadeprecatorysmile,“YOUsaidTHAT,didn’tyou?”

           “Well,youaregoingaway,too,yourwifetellsme.”

           “Yes,I’mgoingaway.Ican’tstayon...”hehesitatedalongtime,gropingfortherightword,“Ican’tstayon—on—what’sthenameofthisplace?”

           “LosMuertos,”putinPresley.

           “No,itisn’t.Yes,itis,too,that’sright,LosMuertos.Idon’tknowwheremymemoryhasgonetooflate.”

           “Well,Ihopeyouwillbebettersoon,Governor.”

           AsPresleyspokethewords,S.Behrmanenteredtheroom,andtheGovernorsprangupwithunexpectedagilityandstoodagainstthewall,drawingonelongbreathafteranother,watchingtherailroadagentwithintenteyes.

           S.