Мгла
The Spell of Mrs. Carmody. The Second Night in the Market. The Final Confrontation.
"Meandtwoorthreeother’guyscarriedthebodiesoutback."
Ihadtostifleashrilllaugh.Wehadaregularmorguegoingbackthere.
"It’sthinningout,"Cornellsaid."Iwanttogetgone."
"Youwon’tmakeittoyourcar.Believeme."
"Noteventothatfirstrank?That’scloserthanthedrugstore."
Ididn’tanswerhim.Notthen.
AboutanhourlaterIfoundOllieholdingupthebeercooleranddrinkingaBusch.HisfacewasimpassivebuthealsoseemedtobewatchingMrs.Carmody.Shewastireless,apparently.Andshewasindeeddiscussinghumansacrificeagain,onlynownoonewastellinghertoshutup.Someofthepeoplewhohadtoldhertoshutupyesterdaywereeitherwithhertodayoratleastwillingtolisten-andtheotherswereoutnumbered.
"Shecouldhavethemtalkedaroundtoitbytomorrowmorning,"Ollieremarked."Maybenot...butifshedid,whodoyouthinkshe’dsingleoutforthehonor?"
BudBrownhadcrossedher.SohadAmanda.Therewasthemanwhohadstruckher.Andthen,ofcourse,therewasme.
"Ollie,"Isaid,"Ithinkmaybehalfadozenofuscouldgetoutofhere.Idon’tknowhowfarwe’d-get,butIthinkwecouldatleastgetout."
"How?"
Ilaiditoutforhim.Itwassimpleenough.IfwedashedacrosstomyScoutandpiledin,theywouldgetnohumanscent.Atleastnotwiththewindowsrolledup.
"Butsupposethey’reattractedtosomeotherscent?"Ollieasked."Exhaust,forinstance?"
"Thenwe’dbecooked,"Iagreed.
"Motion,"hesaid."Themotionofacarthroughfogmightalsodrawthem,David."
