"C M Kornbluth - The Goodly Creatures" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kornbluth C M)

The switchboard girl must have been listening in on the New York call. As Farwell stepped from his
office he felt electricity in the air; the word had been passed already. He studied the anteroom, trying to
see it through Greenhough's eyes.



"Grace," he told the switchboard girl, "get your handbag off the PBX and stick it in a drawer
somewhere. Straighten that picture. And put on your boleroтАФyou have nice shoulders and we all
appreciate them, but the office is air-conditioned."



She tried to look surprised as he went on into Art.



Holoway didn't bother to pretend. "What time's he getting in?" he asked worriedly. "Can I get a shave?"



"They didn't tell me," said Farwell. "Your shave's all right. Get things picked up and get ties on the boys."
The warning light was off; he looked into the darkroom. "A filthy mess!" he snapped. "How can you get
any work done in a litter like that? Clean it up."



"Right away, J. F.," Holloway said, hurt.



Copy was in better shape; McGuffy had a taut hand.



"Greenhough's coming in today, I don't know what time. Your boys here look good." '



"I can housebreak anything, J. F. Even Angelo. He bought a new suit!"



Farwell allowed a slight puzzled look to cross his face. "Angelo? Oh, the Libonari boy. How's he
doing?"



"No complaints. H^ll never be an accounts man if I'm any judge, but I've been giving him letters to write
the past couple weeks. I don't know how you spotted it, but he's got talent. I have to hand it to you for