"Bradbury, Ray & Hasse, Harry - The Pendulum" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bradbury Ray)

control switch, were the neat rows of smiling white faces of the important men
seated in the laboratory. My hand came down on the switch....
Even now I shudder, remembering the vast mind-numbing horror of that moment. A
terrific sheet of electrical flame, greenish and writhing and alien, leaped
across the laboratory from wall to wall, blasting into ashes everything in its
path!
Before millions of television witnesses I had slain the world's greatest
scientists!
No, not all. Leske and myself and a few others who were behind the machine
escaped with severe burns. I was least injured of all, which seemed to increase
the fury of the populace against me. I was swept to a hasty trial, faced jeering
throngs who called out for my death.
"Destroy the time machine," was the watchword, "and destroy this murderer with
it!"
Murderer! I had only sought to help humanity. In vain I tried to explain the
accident, but popular resentment is a thing not to be reasoned with.
One day, weeks later, I was taken from my secret prison and hurried, under heavy
guard, to the hospital room where Leske lay. He raised himself on one arm and
his smouldering eyes looked at me. That's all I could see of him, just his eyes;
the rest of him was swathed in bandages. For a moment he just looked; and if
ever I saw insanity, but a cunning insanity, in a man's eyes, it was then,
For about ten seconds he looked, then with a great effort he pointed a bulging,
bandaged arm at me.
"No, do not destroy him," he mumbled to the authorities gathered around.
"Destroy his machine, yes, but save the parts. I have a better plan, a fitting
one, for this man who murdered the world's greatest scientists. "
I remembered Leske's old hatred of me, and I shuddered.
IN THE weeks that followed, one of my guards told me with a sort of malicious
pleasure of my time device being dismantled, and secret things being done with
it. Leske was directing the operations from his bed.
At last came the day when I was led forth and saw the huge pendulum for the
first time. As I looked at it there, fantastic and formidible, I realized as
never before the extent of Leske's insane revenge. And the populace seemed
equally vengeful, equally cruel, like the ancient Romans on a gladiatorial
holiday. In a sudden panic of terror, I shrieked and tried to leap away.
That only amused the people who crowded the electrical sidewalks around the
plaza. They laughed and shrieked derisively.
My guards thrust me into the glass pendulum head and I lay there quivering,
realizing the irony of my fate. This pendulum had been built from the precious
metal and glassite of my own time device! It was intended as a monument to my
slaughtering! I was being put on exhibition for life within my own executioning
device! The crowd roared thunderous approval, damning me.
Then a little click and a whirring above me, and my glass prison began to move.
It increased in speed. The arc of the pendulum's swing lengthened. I remember
how I pounded at the glass, futilely screaming, and how my hands bled. I
remember the rows of faces becoming blurred white blobs before me....
I did not become insane, as I had thought at first I would. I did not mind it so
much; that first night. I couldn't sleep but it wasn't uncomfortable. The lights
of the city were comets with tails that pelted from right to left like foaming
fireworks. But as the night wore on I felt a gnawing in my stomach that grew