"Rog Phillips - The Yelllow Pill" - читать интересную книгу автора (Phillips Rog)Venusian lizards.
A dull ache rose in Gar's chest. Helena Fitzroy was gone. Gone, when she had just confessed she loved him. Unbidden, a memory came into Gar's mind. Dr. Cedric Elton was the psychiatrist who had examined him when he got his pilot's license for third-class freightersтАФ ┬╖┬╖┬╖┬╖┬╖ "God!" Gar groaned again. And suddenly he was sick. He made a dash for the washroom, and after a while he felt better. When he straightened up from the washbasin, he looked at his reflection in the mirror for a long time, clinging to his hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. He must have been out of his head for two or three days. The first time. Awful! Somehow, he had never quite believed in space madness. Suddenly he remembered Jerry. Poor Jerry! Gar lurched from the washroom back into the control room. Jerry was awake. He looked up at Gar, forcing a smile to his lips. "Hello, Dr. Elton," Jerry said. Gar stopped as though shot. "It's happened, Dr. Elton, just as you said it would," Jerry said, his smile widening. "Forget that," Gar growled. "I took a yellow pill. I'm back to normal again." Jerry's smile vanished abruptly. "I know what I did now," he said. "It's terrible. I killed six people. But I'm sane now. I'm willing to take what's coming to me." "Forget that!" Gar snarled. "You don't have to humor me now. Just a minute and I'll untie you." "Thanks, Doctor," Jerry said. "It will sure be a relief to get out of this straitjacket." Gar knelt beside Jerry and untied the knots in the ropes and unwound them from around Jerry's chest and legs. "You'll be all right in a minute," Gar said, massaging Jerry's limp arms. The physical and nervous strain of sitting there immobilized had been rugged. Slowly he worked circulation back into Jerry, then helped him to his feet. "You don't need to worry, Dr. Elton," Jerry said. "I don't know why I killed those people, but I know I would never do such a thing again. I must have been insane." |
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