Мор - ученик смерти

           ’Hey,whatareyoudoing,’saidtherobber.Hestartedtorunforward,buthaltedwhenMortgavethebagathreateningjerk.

           ’Well,’saidMort,’Ilookatitlikethis.Ifyou’regoingtokillmeanyway,Imightaswellgetridofthemoney.It’sentirelyuptoyou.’Toillustratehispointhetookonecoinoutofthebagandflickeditoutacrossthewater,whichaccepteditwithanunfortunatesuckingnoise.Thethievesshuddered.

           Theleadingthieflookedatthebag.Helookedathisknife.HelookedatMort’sface.Helookedathiscolleagues.

           ’Excuseme,’hesaid,andtheywentintoahuddle.

           Mortmeasuredthedistancetotheendofthealley.Hewouldn’tmakeit.Anyway,thesethreelookedasthoughchasingpeoplewasanotherthingtheyweregoodat.Itwasonlylogicthatleftthemfeelingalittlestretched.

           TheirleaderturnedbacktoMort.Hegaveafinalglanceattheothertwo.Theybothnoddeddecisively.

           ’Ithinkwekillyouandtakeachanceonthemoney,’hesaid.’Wedon’twantthissortofthingtospread.’

           Theothertwodrewtheirknives.

           Mortswallowed.’Thiscouldbeunwise,’hesaid.

           ’Why?’

           ’Well,Iwon’tlikeit,forone.’