Мор - ученик смерти

           ’Ah.Well.Ofcourse,theDeathcarddoesn’tactuallymeandeathinallcircumstances,’Cutwellsaidquickly.

           ’Youmean,itdoesn’tmeandeathinthosecircumstanceswherethesubjectisgettingover-excitedandyou’retooembarrassedtotellthetruth,hmm?’

           ’Look,takeanothercard.’

           ’Thisone’sDeathaswell,’saidKeli.

           ’Didyouputtheotheroneback?’

           ’No.ShallItakeanothercard?’

           ’Mayaswell.’

           ’Well,there’sacoincidence!’

           ’Deathnumberthree?’

           ’Right.Isthisaspecialpackforconjuringtricks?’Kelitriedtosoundcomposed,butevenshecoulddetectthefainttinkleofhysteriainhervoice.

           Cutwellfrownedatherandcarefullyputthecardsbackinthepack,shuffledit,anddealtthemoutontothetable.TherewasonlyoneDeath.

           ’Ohdear,’hesaid,’Ithinkthisisgoingtobeserious.MayIseethepalmofyourhand,please?’

           Heexamineditforalongtime.Alterawhilehewenttothedresser,tookajeweller’seyeglassoutofadrawer,wipedtheporridgeoffitwiththesleeveofhisrobe,andspentanotherfewminutesexaminingherhandinminutestdetail.Eventuallyhesatback,removedtheglass,andstaredather.