Короли и капуста
Caught
Adesolation,thoughtGoodwin,greaterthanthatderivedfromthelossofcavalierandgoldmusthavebeenintheheartoftheenchantresstohavewrungfromher,inthatmoment,thecryofoneturningtotheall-forgiving,all-comfortingearthlyconsoler—tohavemadehercalloutfromthatbloodyanddishonouredroom—"Oh,mother,mother,mother!"
Buttherewasanalarmoutside.Thebarber,Estebán,atthesoundoftheshot,hadraisedhisvoice;andtheshotitselfhadarousedhalfthetown.Apatteringoffeetcameupthestreet,andofficialordersrangoutonthestillair.Goodwinhadadutytoperform.Circumstanceshadmadehimthecustodianofhisadoptedcountry’streasure.Swiftlycrammingthemoneyintothevalise,heclosedit,leanedfaroutofthewindowanddroppeditintoathickorange-treeinthelittleinclosurebelow.
TheywilltellyouinCoralio,astheydelightintellingthestranger,oftheconclusionofthattragicflight.Theywilltellyouhowtheupholdersofthelawcameapacewhenthealarmwassounded—theComandanteinredslippersandajacketlikeaheadwaiter’sandgirdedsword,thesoldierswiththeirinterminableguns,followedbyoutnumberingofficersstrugglingintotheirgoldlaceandepaulettes;thebarefootedpolicemen(theonlycapablesinthelot),andruffledcitizensofeveryhueanddescription.
Theysaythatthecountenanceofthedeadmanwasmarredsadlybytheeffectsoftheshot;buthewasidentifiedasthefallenpresidentbybothGoodwinandthebarberEstebán.
