"HARRISON, Harry - 08 - The Stainless Steel Rat Sings The Blues (V1.0)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harrison Harry)

CHAPTER 3
I trotted behind Narcoses, clutching the papers and trying to think bearded and
fat. The guards were ignoring us, watching instead with sadistic fascination as
one of their number started to close the watertight door.
"Wait," the Colonel said, opening a small box and taking out a cartridge. He
looked up as I passed, stared me straight in the face. I felt perspiration
bursting from my pores. The momentary glance must have lasted about a subjective
hour. Then he kept on turning and called out to the guard.
"Open that again you idiot? I load the gun then you close the door. When that
has been done this business will be over with once and for all."
We turned a corner and the noxious group vanished from sight behind us.
Silently, as ordered, I followed the lawyer through many a guarded portal, into
an elevator, out of it and then through one final door, escaping the Mint at
last. Letting out a great sigh of relief as we went past the armed guards and
headed for the waiting ground car.
"Silence? Into the car. Speak to me in the office about a salary raise-not
before."
Narcoses must know things that I didn't. Detector bugs in the ornamental trees
we were passing? Acoustic microphones aimed our way? I realized now that my
carefully planned crime had apparently been a disaster from the moment I had
conceived it.
The driver was silent as a tomb-and about as attractive. I watched the buildings
stream by, then the outskirts of the city appeared. We drove on until we reached
a small building in a leafy suburb. The front door opened as we approached, then
closed behind us apparently without human intervention. The same thing happened
to the inner door which was tastefully labeled with jewel-studded gold letters
PEDERASTS NARCOSES Attorney at Laws. It closed silently and I wheeled about and
pointed a menacing finger at him.
"You knew about me even before I landed on this planet."
"Of course. As soon as your false credentials were filed the investigation
began."
"So you stood by and let me plot and plan and commit a crime and get sentenced
to death-without making any attempt to interfere?"
"That's right."
"That's criminal! More of a crime than my crime."
"Not really. You were always going to be plucked out of that terminal swimming
pool in any case. We just wanted to see how well you did."
"How did I do?"
"Very good-for a lad your age. You got the job."
"Well good for me. But what about my double-the bloke who took my place?"
"That bloke, as you refer to him, is one of the finest and most expensive
humanoid robots that money can afford. Which money will not be wasted since the
doctor who is now performing the postmortem is in our pay. The incident is
closed."'
"Wonderful," I sighed, dropping limply onto the couch. "Look, can I get a drink?
It has been a long day. No spirits however--a beer will do fine."
"A capital idea. I will join you."
A tiny but well-stocked bar unfolded from one wall; the dispenser produced two
chilled brews. I gulped and smacked.
"Excellent. If I have only thirty days to go shouldn't you be telling me about