Коллекционер
Chapter 1
"Butyoucan’tkidnappeoplejusttogettoknowthem!"
Iwanttoknowyouverymuch.Iwouldn’thaveachanceinLondon.I’mnotcleverandallthat.Notyourclass.Youwouldn’tbeseendeadwithmeinLondon.
"That’snotfair.I’mnotasnob.Ihatesnobs.Idon’tpre-judgepeople."
I’mnotblamingyou,Isaid.
"Ihatesnobbism."Shewasquiteviolent.Shehadawayofsayingsomewordsverystrong,veryemphatic."SomeofmybestfriendsinLondonare—well,whatsomepeoplecallworkingclass.Inorigin.Wejustdon’tthinkaboutit."
LikePeterCatesby,Isaid.(Thatwastheyoungmanwiththesportscar’sname.)
"Him!Ihaven’tseenhimformonths.He’sjustamiddle-classsuburbanoaf."
IcouldstillseeherclimbingintohisflashyM.G.Ididn’tknowwhethertotrusther.
"Isupposeit’sinallthepapers."
Ihaven’tlooked.
"Youmightgotoprisonforyears."
Beworthit.Beworthgoingforlife,Isaid.
"Ipromise,IswearthatifyouletmegoIwillnottellanyone.I’lltellthemallsomestory.Iwillarrangetomeetyouasoftenasyoulike,asoftenasIcanwhenI’mnotworking.Nobodywilleverknowaboutthisexceptus."
