"Roger Zelazny - Amber 01 - Nine Princes In Amber" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

seconds it took me to cross the room, his words were:
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," I said, "that you're about to suffer a lawsuit for holding me
incommunicado, and another one for malpractice, for your indiscriminate use of
narcotics. I'm already suffering withdrawal symptoms and might do something
violent..."
He stood up.
"Get out of here," he said.
I saw a pack of cigarettes on his desk. I helped myself and said, "Sit
down and shut up. We've got things to talk about."
He sat down, but he didn't shut up:
"You're breaking several regulations," he said.
"So we'll let a court decide who's liable," I replied. "I want my clothes
and my personal effects. I'm checking out.."
"You're in no condition - "
"Nobody asked you. Pony up this minute, or answer to the law."
He reached toward a button on his desk, but I slapped his hand away.
"Now!" I repeated. "You should have pressed that when I came in. It's too
late now."
"Mr. Corey, you're being most difficult ...
Corey?
"I didn't check me in here," I said, "but I damn well have a right to
check me out. And now's the time. So let's get about it."
"Obviously, you're in no condition to leave this institution," he replied.
"I cannot permit it I am going to call for someone to escort you back to your
room and put you to bed."
"Don't try it," I said, "or you'll find out what condition I'm in. Now,
I've several questions. The first one's Who checked me in, and who's footing
my bill at this place?"
"Very well," he sighed, and his tiny, sandy mustaches sagged as low as
they could.
He opened a drawer, put his hand inside, and I was wary.
I knocked it down before he had the safety catch off: a .32 automatic,
very neat; Colt. I snapped the catch myself when I retrieved it from the desk
top; and I pointed it and said: "You will answer my questions. Obviously you
consider me dangerous. You may be right."
He smiled weakly, lit a cigarette himself, which was a mistake, if he
intended to indicate aplomb. His hands shook.
"All right, Corey - if it will make you happy," he said, "your sister
checked you in"
"?" thought I.
"Which sister?" I asked.
"Evelyn," he said.
No bells. So, "That's ridiculous. I haven't seen Evelyn in years," I said.
"She didn't even know I was in this part of the country."
He shrugged.
"Nevertheless ...
"Where's she staying now? I want to call her," I said.
"I don't have her address handy."
"Get it."