Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 20
“Shamming,”snortedtheWarden,andIknewbytheflushonhisfaceandthethicknessinhistonguethathehadbeendrinking.
Ilickedmylipsasasignforwater,forIdesiredtospeak.
“Youareanass,”Iatlastmanagedtosaywithcolddistinctness.“Youareanass,acoward,acur,apitifulthingsolowthatspittlewouldbewastedonyourface.InsuchmatterJakeOppenheimerisover-generouswithyou.Asforme,withoutshameItellyoutheonlyreasonIdonotspituponyouisthatIcannotdemeanmyselfnorsodegrademyspittle.”
“I’vereachedthelimitofmypatience!”hebellowed.“Iwillkillyou,Standing!”
“You’vebeendrinking,”Iretorted.“AndIwouldadviseyou,ifyoumustsaysuchthings,nottotakesomanyofyourprisoncursintoyourconfidence.Theywillsnitchonyousomeday,andyouwillloseyourjob.”
Butthewinewasupandmasterofhim.
“Putanotherjacketonhim,”hecommanded.“Youareadeadman,Standing.Butyou’llnotdieinthejacket.We’llburyyoufromthehospital.”
Thistime,overthepreviousjacket,thesecondjacketwasputonfrombehindandlacedupinfront.
