Короли и капуста

The Remnants of the Code

           AnythingIcandoforyou?"

           "Iwanttospeaktoyouinprivate."

           Goodwinnoddedathissecretary,whostrolledoutunderamangotreeandlitacigarette.Blythetookthechairthathehadleftvacant.

           "Iwantsomemoney,"hebegan,doggedly.

           "I’msorry,"saidGoodwin,withequaldirectness,"butyoucan’thaveany.You’redrinkingyourselftodeath,Blythe.Yourfriendshavedonealltheycouldtohelpyoutobraceup.Youwon’thelpyourself.There’snousefurnishingyouwithmoneytoruinyourselfwithanylonger."

           "Dearman,"saidBlythe,tiltingbackhischair,"itisn’taquestionofsocialeconomynow.It’spastthat.Ilikeyou,Goodwin;andI’vecometostickaknifebetweenyourribs.IwaskickedoutofEspada’ssaloonthismorning;andSocietyowesmereparationformywoundedfeelings."

           "Ididn’tkickyouout."

           "No;butinageneralwayyourepresentSociety;andinaparticularwayyourepresentmylastchance.I’vehadtocomedowntoit,oldmanItriedtodoitamonthagowhenLosada’smanwashereturningthingsover;butIcouldn’tdoitthen.Nowit’sdifferent.Iwantathousanddollars,Goodwin;andyou’llhavetogiveittome."

           "Onlylastweek,"saidGoodwin,withasmile,"asilverdollarwasallyouwereaskingfor."

           "Anevidence,"saidBlythe,flippantly,"thatIwasstillvirtuousthoughunderheavypressure.Thewagesofsinshouldbesomethinghigherthanapesoworthforty-eightcents.Let’stalkbusiness.

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