"Jeffrey Lord - Blade 30 - Dimension Of Horror" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lord Jeffery)

He groped in his pockets for a cigar or one of his well-loved pipes, then realized he had left every
form of tobacco back at his office in Copra House. He muttered a curse, remembering his own
words. "I understand it won't take very long."

With a sniff of mock self-pity, he stood up and brushed himself off, then slipped on his gray
suitcoat, which he had carefully hung over the back of a chair to avoid wrinkling it. After tying
his Cambridge tie as neatly as he could without a mirror and generally straightening himself up,
he went in search of someone who could tell him what was happening.

After prowling up one door-lined passageway and down another, he finally came in sight of Dr.
Ferguson, who was coming out of one of the rooms, deep in worried conversation with a burly
white-clad orderly.

"Dr. Ferguson!" J called out, breaking into a trot.

The fat little man looked up and smiled without warmth, at the same time dismissing the orderly
with a gesture. "Ah, there you are, old man. Before you say another word, I've been instructed to
tell you to call Copra House. Your secretary is rather worried about you, I think, though I told her
you were . . . "

"Copra House can wait, Ferguson. How is Blade?"

Ferguson's smile wilted slightly. "Come along to the Lounge, there's a good chap." He took J
gently by the elbow. "We really must have a chat, you and I."
J shook off the pudgy fingers, but did come along as Ferguson guided him back to the Staff
Lounge, seating him on the same couch where he had recently been sleeping.

"Coffee?" the psychiatrist asked.

"No thanks. Just answer my question."

"I think I'll have a cup. It's been a long day." He turned the spigot on the large white percolator
and stared with distaste at the unsavory black brew that splashed into his cup.

J growled, "I've had about as much as I can take of your patronizing bedside manner, doctor."

With a sigh Ferguson crossed the room and drew up a chrome and plastic chair in front of the
couch, then sat down and sipped his coffee, regarding J with troubled eyes. At last he said, "This
was bound to happen, sooner or later."

"What was bound to happen, damn you!" J leaned forward.

"The subject does not respond to any of the usual treatments. I've tried to proceed with the
customary debriefing under hypnosis, but your Mr. Blade cannot or will not cooperate. As nearly
as I can determine, he is suffering from a case of complete amnesia."

"Amnesia? You mean he can't remember what happened to him in the X dimension?"

"If that was all, we'd have nothing to worry about. We've evolved routines to deal with that. No,