"Henry Kuttner - Don't Look Now" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kuttner Henry)

"1 don't know why they act as they do. It looks illogical sometimes, but I feel perfectly sure they've got sound motives
for every move they make. Until I get that worked out I'm pretty much at a standstill. Until I get evidenceтАФproofтАФand
help. I've got to stay under cover till then. And I've been doing that. I do what they tell me, so they won't suspect, and
I pretend to forget what they tell me to forget."

"Then you've got nothing much to worry about."

Lyman paid no attention. He was off again on a list of his grievances.

, "When I hear the water running in the tub and a Martian splashing around, I pretend I don't hear a thing. My bed's
too short and I tried last week to order a special length, but the Martian that sleeps there told me not to. He's a runt,
like most of them. That is, I think they're runts. I have to deduce, because you never see them undressed. But it goes
on like that constantly. By the way, how's your Martian?"

The man in the brown suit set down his glass rather suddenly.

"My Martian?" тАв

"Now listen. I may be just a little bit drunk, but my logic remains unimpaired. I can still put two and two together. Either
you know about the Martians, or you don't. If you do, there's no point in giving me that, 'What, my Martian?' routine. I
know you have a Martian. Your Martian knows you have a Martian. My Martian knows. The point is, do you know?
Think hard," Lyman urged solicitously.

"No, I haven't got a Martian," the reporter said, taking a quick drink. The edge of the glass clicked against his teeth.

"Nervous, I see," Lyman remarked. "Of course you have got ~a Martian. I suspect you know it."

"What would I be doing with a Martian?" the brown man asked with dogged dogmatism.

"What would you be doing without one? I imagine it's illegal. If they caught you running around without one they'd
probably

put you in a pound or something until claimed. Oh, you've got one, all right. So have I. So has he, and he, and heтАФand
the bartender." Lyman enumerated the other barflies with a wavering forefinger.

"Of course they have," the brown man said. "But they'll all go back to Mars tomorrow and then you can see a good
doctor. You'd better have another driтАФ"

He was turning toward the bartender when Lyman, apparently by accident, leaned close to him and whispered
urgently, "Don't look now!"

The brown man glanced at Lyman's white face reflected in the mirror before them.
"It's all right," he said. "There aren't any Mar-тАФ"

Lyman gave him a fierce, quick kick under the edge of the bar.

"Shut up! One just came in!"

And then he caught the brown man's gaze and with elaborate unconcern said, "тАФso naturally, there was nothing for
me to do but climb out on the roof after it. Took me ten minutes to get it down the ladder, and just as we reached the