"Fredric Brown - The Weapon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brown Fredric)

Graham excused himself and went into the kitchen. He
got the decanter of whisky, another of water, ice cubes,
glasses.
When he returned to the living room, Niemand was just
leaving the boy's bedroom. He heard Niemand's "Good
night, Harry," and Harry's happy " T~ight, Mr. Niemand."
Graham made drinks. A little later, Niemand declined a
second one and started to leave.
Niemand said, "I took the liberty of bringing a small gift
to your son, doctor. I gave it to him while you were getting
the drinks for us. I hope youll forgive me."
"Of course. Thank you. Good night."
Graham closed the door; he walked through the living
room into Harry's room. He said, "All right, Harry. Now III
read to-"
There was sudden sweat on his forehead, but he forced
his face and his voice to be calm as he stepped to the side
of the bed. "May I see that, Harry?" When he had it safely,
his hands shook as he examined it.
He thought, only a madman would give a loaded revol-
ver to an idiot.