Жах у музеї
Chapter 2
Haven’tyousaidI’magreatartist? Waxineverypore—waxovereverysquareinchofyou—Iä!Iä! AndeveraftertheworldwouldhavelookedatyourmangledcarcassandwonderedhowIeverimaginedandmadesuchathing! Hei!AndOrabonawouldhavecomenext,andothersafterhim—andthuswouldmywaxenfamilyhavegrown!
“Dog—doyoustillthinkImadeallmyeffigies?Whynotsaypreserved? YouknowbythistimethestrangeplacesI’vebeento,andthestrangethingsI’vebroughtback. Coward—youcouldneverfacethedimensionalshamblerwhosehideIputontoscareyou—themeresightofitalive,oreventhefull-fledgedthoughtofit,wouldkillyouinstantlywithfright!Iä!Iä! Itwaitshungryforthebloodthatisthelife!”
Rogers,proppedagainstthewall,swayedtoandfroinhisbonds.
“Seehere,Jones—ifIletyougowillyouletmego? ItmustbetakencareofbyItshigh-priest. OrabonawillbeenoughtokeepItalive—andwhenheisfinishedIwillmakehisfragmentsimmortalinwaxfortheworldtosee. Itcouldhavebeenyou,butyouhaverejectedthehonour. Iwon’tbotheryouagain. Letmego,andIwillsharewithyouthepowerthatItwillbringme. Iä!Iä!GreatisRhan-Tegoth! Letmego!Letmego! Itisstarvingdowntherebeyondthatdoor,andifItdiestheOldOnescannevercomeback. Hei!Hei!Letmego!”
Jonesmerelyshookhishead,thoughthehideousnessoftheshowman’simaginingsrevoltedhim.
