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

"They did just that." He massaged the bristle again. "What for?"



"Same reason as they do everything else," explained Leeming, "B.B.B."



"B.B.B? What d'you mean?"



"It's a motto adopted by the boys on inactive service. You'll find yourself reciting it about twenty times
per day. Baloney Baffles Brains."



"I see," said Davies, taking on a worried look:



"The only way to escape is to fall foul of Keen. He'll get rid of you-after he's broken your heart."



"Keen? Who's he?"



"Mallarqui," corrected Leeming, hurriedly. "The fellows call him Keen behind his back. If you want to
stay out of the pokey don't everever call him Commodore Keen to his face. He likes to be addressed as
Mr. Mallarqui."



"Thanks for the tip," said Davies, innocently grateful.
"You're quite welcome. Take your butt off the bed - I want my pyjamas."



"Sorry," Davies stood up, sat dawn again.



Cramming the pyjamas into the case, Leeming closed it, took a long look around.



"That's about all, I guess. Victory has been postponed by sheer lack of efficient zippers. I got that
information straight from the top. So they're rushing me out to win the war. From now on all you need do