"Walter Jon Williams - The Crown Jewels" - читать интересную книгу автора (Williams Walter John)Roman's ears flicked back at the sound of another flier humming to a stop on the front lawn. He turned, looked through the polarized windows, and announced, "Gregor." He stiffened slightly as he spoke. Roman disapproved of Maijstral's irregularities, and considered Gregor one of them- "Good." Maijstral wiggled his toes again, thoughtfully, "I can tell him about our commission." Gregor Norman entered, pulling a dark blue cap off a mass of bright red hair. He was twenty, lanky, and in- tense. He was dressed entirely in dark colors and his coat had a lot of pockets, most of them filled with electronic gadgets- He smiled. His words came rapidly, and he spoke with a cheeky accent. Definitely Non-U. "Mission accomplished, boss. Only too." "Only too" was a form of slang of which Gregor was fond. It was shorthand for "only too easy" or "only too likely" or "only too happy" or any other handy phrase beginning with that versatile pair of words. tonight, and the panic should start first thing tomorrow." Gregor laughed. He was feeling pleased with himself. He had committed four acts of breaking-and-entering in the last four hours, and he'd done each seamlessly and without a hitch, leaving scores of little electronic gadgets behind in each case. file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Wa...on%20Williams%20-%20The%20Crown%20Jewels.txt (18 of 171) [10/16/2004 5:37:55 PM] file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Walter%20Jon%20Williams%20-%20The%20Crown%20Jewels.txt Roman looked from one to the other- His nostrils flick- ered. "You mentioned, sir, a commission." THE CROWN JEWELS I 27 "Yes." Maijstral rose, put his feet on the floor, and leaned toward the others- "Sit down, Gregor. I'll tell you about it." He knew better than to offer a seat to Roman—it was not a servant's place to sit in the presence of his employer. He waited for Gregor to seat himself and then went on. |
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