"Zelazny, Roger - A Night In The Lonesome October" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

"I don't follow you."
"Literally. Pussy's in the well."
"Who threw her in?"
"MacCab, full of sin."
"Where is it?"
"By the outhouse, full of shit. Back of Crazy Jill's place. Keeps it from going dry, I guess."
"Why tell me? You're the antisocial one."
"I've played before," he hissed. "I know it's too early in the Game to begin eliminating players. One should wait till after the death of the moon. MacCab and Morris are new at it, though."
I was on my feet and moving.
"Pussyfoot, pussyfoot. Wet, wet, wet," I heard him chanting as I ran off toward the hill.
I mounted the hill and raced down it toward Crazy Jill's, the landscape flowing to a blur about me. I pushed my way through a hedge when I reached her place, sought quickly, located the roofed and rock-girt structure, bucket on its rim. I ran to its side, rested my forepaws upon the ledge, and peered down into it. There was a faint splashing sound below.
"Gray!" I called.
A very faint "Here!" came to me.
"Get off to the side! I'm going to drop the bucket!" I called.
The splashing grew louder and faster.
I pushed the bucket off the ledge and listened to it wind down, heard it splash.
"Get in!" I called.
If you've ever tried turning a crank with your paws you know that it is rough work. It was a long, long while before I'd raised the bucket high enough for Graymalk to remove herself to the ledge. She stood there drenched and panting.
"How did you know?" she asked me.
"Quicklime saw it happen, felt the timing was bad, told me."
She shook herself, began licking her fur.
"Jill snatched a collection of Morris and MacCab's herbs," she said between licks. "Didn't go inside their place, though. They'd left them on their porch. Nightwind must have spotted us. Anything new?"
I told her about Bubo's visit last night, and Talbot's this morning.
"I'll go with you," she said. "Later. When I'm rested and dry. We'll check out the Count's crypt."
She shook herself again, licked again.
"In the meantime," she went on, "I need a warm place, and some catnappery."
"I'll see you later then. I have to check some things around the house."
"I'll come by."
I left her there near the outhouse. As I was making my way through the hedge, she called out, "By the way, thanks."
"_De nada_" I said, and I moved on up the hill.




October 9


Last night we obtained more ingredients for the master's spell. As we paused on a corner in Soho the Great Detective and his companion came out of the fog and approached us.
"Good evening," he said.
"Good evening," Jack replied.
"Would you happen to have a light?"
Jack produced a package of wax vestas and passed it to him. Both men maintained eye contact as he lit his pipe.
"Lots of patrolmen about."
"Yes."
"Something's afoot, I daresay."
"I suppose so."
"It involves those killings, most likely."
"Yes, I'd say you're right."
He returned the matches.
The man had a strange way of regarding one's face, one's clothing, one's boots; and of listening.