"Destroyer 012 - Slave Safari.pdb" - читать интересную книгу автора (Williams Remo)Butler, who had his own very good ideas on what the legend meant and how it was soon to be fulfilled, simply nodded at Obode's explanation. Where was the predator? Why was that lizard's tail still sticking out of that bush?
"Butler," said Obode. "I think there are times when there are some things you not only fail to understand, but you refuse to try understanding." "I'm only a colonel," Butler said. "All right. Now you're a general. You must understand everything now. Understand this, General. I take no chances with the Loni legend. I do not want Westerners in Busati. I do not want this Remo Mueller. I do not want any more of your white women from America." "As one general to another, Big Daddy, let me say I've got to have one more." "Get one from China." "No. It's got to be America. It's got to be a certain one." "No more," said Obode. "This one is the most important one. I've got to get her. If you say no, I'll resign." "Over a white woman?" "A special one." Obode thought deeply for a few seconds. He cupped his chin in his ham-wide, cave-black hands. "All right. But this is the last." "After her, General, I will want no more. She makes it all perfect." "And you say I am hard to understand," said Obode. "One last thing, General Butler. Do not think the legends are all lies or that General Obode is a fool." He put a heavy hand on Butler's shoulder. "Come, I will show you something you do not think I know. You have been watching that tail under the bush, you think there is no predator around because you do not see one. You think the lizard ran into the sun for no reason, right?" "Well, yes, I guess that's what I was thinking," said Butler, surprised that Obode had seen his interest in the bush. "Good. Good to show you a point. Even if you cannot see something, it does not mean that it does not exist. There is a predator around." "I saw no rats or birds. I still see the tail." Obode smiled. "Yes, you see the tail. But come quickly or you will not see it." When they reached the bush, Obode drew aside the green foliage. "Look," he said, smiling. Butler looked. He had seen a tail all right, but that was all that was left of the lizard, sticking from the full mouth of a very fat frog. "Sometimes when you run from danger, you run to it," said Obode, but he forgot the lesson very quickly that afternoon when he again not only refused to see the writer, Remo Mueller, but ordered him evicted from Busati. Immediately. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER SIX The Busati Hotel had air conditioning that did not work, faucets that gave no water, and elegant carpeting with inlaid old food. The rooms were like furnaces, the hallways smelled like sewers and the only remnant of its former grandeur was a clean brochure with Victoria Hotel scratched out and Busati Hotel penciled in. |
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