"Mack Reynolds - After Utopia" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Mack)

Edmonds.тАЭ
тАЬSorry, old chap,тАЭ Edmonds said. тАЬNo idea of irritating
you was intentioned.тАЭ
Tracy snarled, тАЬFor now IтАЩd like to know this: Why!тАЭ
The girl, Betty, came out then and looked from one to
the other. She said impatiently, as though the others
were idiots, тАЬWhat are you doing, Father? And you, Jo?
Good heavens, look at the state Mr. Cogswell is in. I
thought you werenтАЩt going to discuss this project with
him until he was suitably recovered.тАЭ
This project, yet! What project! Tracy Cogswell was
getting more out of his depth by the minute.
He glared at the girl. тАЬI want to know what the big
idea is!тАЭ he snapped. тАЬIтАЩve been kidnapped. On top of that,
in spite of the fact that seemingly I did it, actually you
bastards are guilty of stealing twenty thousand dollars of
money that was intrusted with me. I want an
explanation.тАЭ He could feel the flush of extreme rage
mounting over his face, and he didnтАЩt give a good
goddamn.
тАЬSee?тАЭ she said indignantly to Academician Stein and
Jo Edmonds. тАЬYouтАЩve upset him terribly.тАЭ
The two men looked at Cogswell in embarrassment.
тАЬSorry. YouтАЩre right,тАЭ Edmonds said to her. He turned on
his heel and left, nervously thumbing his piece of jade.
Stein began bustling and clucking again, attempting to
take CogswellтАЩs pulse.
Tracy jerked his arm away. тАЬDamn it,тАЭ he said,
ignoring the girl. тАЬI want to know what this is all about.
You bastards have a lot to answer for.тАЭ
тАЬLater, later,тАЭ the older man soothed.
тАЬLater, my ass!тАЭ
It was Betty who said, тАЬSee hereтАж Tracy. YouтАЩre
among friends. Let us do it our way. Answers will come
soon enough.тАЭ She added, like a nurse to a child,
тАЬTomorrow, perhaps, IтАЩll take you for a pleasant ride over
Gibraltar and up the Costa del Sol.тАЭ
In the morning, for the first time, Tracy Cogswell ate
with the rest of them in a small breakfast room. The
more he saw of the house, the more he was impressed by
its efficient luxury. Impressed wasnтАЩt quite the word.
Cogswell had never known this sort of life, and he had
never desired to. The movement had been his life. Food,
clothing, and shelter were secondary things, necessary
only to keep him going. The luxuries? Oh, he liked good
food when it came to himтАж and good drink, for that
matter. But he had seen little of them, and he wasnтАЩt
particularly regretful.
HeтАЩd expected to be waited upon by Moorish servants,
or possibly even French or Spanish ones. However,