"Cedric Walker - The Guinea Pig" - читать интересную книгу автора (Walker Cedric)

Silence.
Mostyn walked on.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? Just like in the story! Monster! Kill him!
Hound him down! Death to the android-monsters! Death! Death!"
Sellon shuddered. The boy was mad! He watched Mostyn, waiting for the shot and
the fall.
Nothing happened.
A score of yards away Mostyn halted.
"Listen, son," he said, "it's me! Mostyn! Come out and let me talk to you!"
"Keep away!"
Mostyn spread his arms wide. "Don't you see who it is? It's me! I want to help
you, son. I understand what happened. Come out and we'll talk it over--just you
and me!"
No reply.
Sellon held his breath as Mostyn covered the remaining few yards. There was a
sharp pain in his breast.
When the shot came it was almost like a physical impact to Sellon.
Mostyn stopped short. Sellon waited. But Mostyn did not fall. He seemed to have
gone suddenly berserk. He scrambled wildly over the rocks and disappeared.
Sellon paused. Only for a second, then he started to run too. The group of men
came after him.
When he found Mostyn, the scientist was holding the boy in his arms and
muttering "My God" over and over again. The boy was quite dead.
Sellon looked at the face of the man. Somehow it struck a chord in his memory.
What was it? Suddenly he knew. He had seen the same expression on the face of
one of his masters after the man had received news of his son's death in World
War III.
He knew then, and he turned away, his face ashen, motioning the rest to follow
him.
They went quietly back down the slope. Behind him he heard Mostyn muttering
softly, "My God!" again and again.