"Lord Dunsany - The Bureau D'exchange De Maux (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

of habit I risked it, and I held my breath all the way and
clenched my hands. Nothing will induce me to try such a
journey again. I would sooner go up to my room in a
balloon. And why? Because if a balloon goes wrong you have
a chance, it may spread out into a parachute after it has
burst, it may catch in a tree, a hundred and one things may
happen, but if the lift falls down its shaft you are done.
As for sea-sickness I shall never be sick again, I cannot
tell you why except that I know that it is so.
And the shop in which I made this remarkable bargain, the
shop to which none return when their business is done: I set
out for it next day. Blindfold I could have found my way to
the unfashionable quarter out of which a mean street runs,
where you take the alley at the end, whence runs the cul de
sac where the queer shop stood. A shop with pillars, fluted
and painted red, stands on its near side, its other
neighbour is a low-class jeweller's with little silver
brooches in the window. In such incongruous company stood
the shop with beams with its walls painted green.
In half an hour I found the cul de sac to which I had
gone twice a day for the last week, I found the shop with
the ugly painted pillars and the jeweller that sold
brooches, but the green house with the three beams was gone.
Pulled down, you will say, although in a single night.
That can never be the answer to the mystery, for the house
of the fluted pillars painted on plaster and the low-class
jeweller's shop with its silver brooches (all of which I
could identify one by one) were standing side by side.