"H. Beam Piper - Fuzzy Papers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Piper H Beam)

Gerd van Riebeek saw Ruth Ortheris leave the escalator, step aside and stand looking around the
cocktail lounge. He set his glass, with its inch of tepid highball, on the bar; when her eyes shifted in his
direction, he waved to her, saw her brighten and wave back and then went to meet her. She gave him a
quick kiss on the cheek, dodged when he reached for her and took his arm.
 "Drink before we eat?" he asked.

"Oh, Lord, yes! I've just about had it for today."

He guided her toward one of the bartending machines, inserted his credit key, and put a
four-portion jug under the spout, dialing the cocktail they always had when they drank together. As he
did, he noticed what she was wearing: short black jacket, lavender neckerchief, light gray skirt. Not her
usual vacation get-up. "School department drag you back?" he asked as the jug filled.

"Juvenile court." She got a couple of glasses from the shelf under the machine as he picked up the
jug. "A fifteen-year-old burglar."

They found a table at the rear of the room, out of the worst of the cocktail-hour uproar. As soon as
he filled her glass, she drank half of it, then lit a cigarette.

"Junktown?'I he asked.

She nodded. "Only twenty-five years since this planet was dis covered, and we have slums already.
I was over there most of the af ternoon, with a pair of city police." She didn't seem to want to talk about
it. "What were you doing today?"

"Ruth, you ought to ask Doc Mallin to drop in on Leonard Kellogg sometime, and give him an
unobtrusive going over."

"You haven't been having trouble with him again?" she asked anxiously.

He made a face, and then tasted his drink. "It's trouble just being around that character. Ruth, to use
one of those expressions your profession deplores, Len Kellogg is just plain nuts!" He drank some more
of his cocktail and helped himself to one of her cigarettes.

"Here," he continued, after lighting it. "A couple of days ago, he told me he'd been getting inquiries
about this plague of land-prawns they're having over on Beta. He wanted me to set up a research project
to find out why and what to do about it."

"Well?"

"I did. I made two screen calls, and then I wrote a report and sent it up to him. That was where I
jerked my trigger; I ought to have taken a couple of weeks and made a real production out of it."

"What did you tell him?"

"The facts. The limiting factor on land-prawn increase is the weather. The eggs hatch underground
and the immature prawns dig their way out in the spring. If there's been a lot of rain, most of them drown
in their holes or as soon as they emerge. According to growth rings on trees, last spring was the driest in
the Beta Piedmont in cen turies, so most of them survived, and as they're parthenogenetic females, they