Коллекционер
Chapter 2
Helikesmetowheedle,thebrute.
Onerequest—no,Idon’taskhimforthings,Iorderthem.IcommandedhimtotryandbuyaGeorgePaston.IgavehimalistofgallerieswherehemightfindthingsbyG.P.Ieventriedtogethimtogotothestudio.
ButassoonashehearditwasinHampstead,hesmeltarat.HewantedtoknowifIknewthisGeorgePaston.Isaid,no,well,justbyname.Butitdidn’tsoundveryconvincing;andIwasafraidhewouldn’tbuyanyofhispicturesanywhere.SoIsaid,he’sacasualfriendofmine,he’squiteold,buthe’saverygoodpainter,andhebadlyneedsmoneyandIshouldverymuchlikesomeofhispictures.Wecouldhangthemonthewalls.Ifyouboughtstraightfromhimwewouldn’tbepayingmoneytothegalleries,butIcanseeyou’refrightenedtogo,Isaid,sothere’sanendtoit.Ofcoursehedidn’tfallforthat.
HewantedtoknowifG.P.wasoneofthesepaintpot-at-the-wallchaps.Ijustgavehimalook.
C.Iwasonlyjoking.
M.Thendon’t.
Afterabit,hesaid,hewouldwanttoknowwhereIcamefromandall.
Itoldhimwhathecouldsay,andhesaidhe’dthinkaboutit.WhichisCalibanesefor"no."Itwastoomuchtoexpect;andthereprobablywon’tbeanythinginanyofthegalleries.
AndIdon’tworrybecauseI’mnotgoingtobeherethistimetomorrow.I’mgoingtoescape.
He’llgooffafterbreakfast.He’sgoingtoleavemylunch.
