"Alastair Reynolds - Nightingale" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Alastair)тАЬIтАЩm here to see Martinez.тАЭ тАЬMr. Martinez to you,тАЭ he said. тАЬWhatever. But IтАЩm still here to see him, and he should be expecting me. IтАЩmтАжтАЭ тАЬDexia Scarrow,тАЭ called another voiceтАФfractionally more welcoming, this timeтАФand a smaller, older man bustled into view from behind the pillar of muscle blocking the door, snatching delicate pince-nez glasses from his nose. тАЬLet her in, Norbert. SheтАЩs expected. Just a little late.тАЭ тАЬI got held up around ArmestoтАФmy hired wheeler hit a pothole and tipped over. CouldnтАЩt get the thing started again, so had toтАжтАЭ The smaller man waved aside my excuse. тАЬYouтАЩre here now, which is all that matters. IтАЩll have Norbert dry your clothes, if you wish.тАЭ I peeled off my coat. тАЬMaybe this.тАЭ тАЬNorbert will attend to your galoshes as well. Would you care for something to drink? I have tea already prepared, but if you would rather something elseтАжтАЭ тАЬPlease. Call me Tomas. ItтАЩs my sincere wish that we will work together as friends.тАЭ I stood out of my galoshes and handed my dripping wet coat to the big man. Martinez nodded once, the gesture precise and birdlike, and then ushered me to follow him farther into his rooms. He was slighter and older than IтАЩd been expecting, although still recognizable as the man in the photographs. His hair was grey turning to white, thinning on his scalp and shaved close to the skin elsewhere on his head. He wore a grey waistcoat over a grey shirt, the ensemble lending him a drab, clerkish air. We navigated a twisting labyrinth formed from four layers of brown boxes, piled to head height. тАЬExcuse the mess,тАЭ Martinez said, looking back at me over his shoulder. тАЬI really should find a better solution to my filing problems, but thereтАЩs always something more pressing that needs doing instead.тАЭ тАЬIтАЩm surprised you have time to eat, let alone worry about filing problems.тАЭ тАЬWell, things havenтАЩt been as hectic lately, I must confess. If youтАЩve been following the news youтАЩll know that IтАЩve already caught most of my big fish. ThereтАЩs been some mopping up to do, but IтАЩve been nowhere near as |
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