"My NameIs Legion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)also disconnected a small bomb, which then resided in
my left-hand jacket pocket and would soon be tossed
overboard. It had had another five to eight minutes to
go and would have blotted the record completely. As for
me, I didn't even want a record; but if there had to be
one, it would be mine, not the enemy's.
I excused myself and departed. I disposed of the evi-
dence. I thought upon the day's doings.
Someone had tried to sabotage the project. So Don
Walsh had been right. The assumed threat had been for
real. Consume that and digest it. It meant that there was
something big involved. The main question was,
"What?" The second was, "What next?"
I lit a cigarette and leaned on the Aquini/s rail. I
watched the cold north sea attack the hull. My hands
shook. It was a decent, humanitarian project. Also, a
highly dangerous one. Even forgetting the great risks,
though, I could not come up with a good counterinter-
est. Obviously, however, there was one.
Would Asquith report me? Probably. Though he
would not realize what he was doing. He would have to
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