"Eric Frank Russel - Next of Kin" - читать интересную книгу автора (Russell Eric Frank)

"Going far?"



"Don't know for certain. It might be too far."



"Are you pleased to go?"



"Sure am," Leeming enthused.



"Can't say I blame you." Davies ruminated a moment in glum silence; went on, "I arrived a couple of
hours ago and reported to the Base C.O. An autocratic type if ever I saw one." He gave a brief,
unflattering description of Commodore Keen. "I don't know his name."



"Mallarqui," Leeming informed.



"That so? Uncommon, isn't it?"



"No." Closing the case, Leeming kneeled on its lid while he locked it, started on the next one. "It's as old
as the hills. You've heard of a lot of Mallarqui, haven't you?"



"Yes, I. have."
"Well, in this dump there's too much of it"



"I think you're right. Mallarqui took one look at me and yelled, `Haircut!тАЩ" Ruefully, Davies rubbed the
short bristle covering his pate. "So I went and got one. What a Space navy! Immediately you show your
face they scalp you. And what d'you suppose happened next?"



"They issued you with a brush and comb."