Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

Chapter 13

           Ontherivershininglikegoldbelowhim,theshipshaddisappeared.Andawindmusthavecomeup,forgustswereserratingthesurface,anditglitterednowhere,nowthere,movingevercloser,asifagianthandwerescatteringmillionsoflouisd’oroverthewater.Foramomentitseemedthedirectionoftheriverhadchanged:itwasflowingtowardBaldini,ashimmeringfloodofpuregold.Baldini’seyesweremoistandsad.Hestoodtheremotionlessforalongtimegazingatthesplendidscene.Then,suddenly,heflungbothwindowcasementswideandpitchedthefiaconwithPelissier’sperfumeawayinahigharc.Hesawitsplashandrendtheglitteringcarpetofwaterforaninstant.Freshairstreamedintotheroom.Baldinigulpedforbreathandnoticedthattheswellinginhisnosewassubsiding.Thenheclosedthewindow.Atalmostthesamemoment,nightfell,verysuddenly.Theviewofaglisteninggoldencityandriverturnedintoarigid,ashengraysilhouette.Insidetheroom,allatonceitwasdark.Baldiniresumedthesamepositionasbeforeandstaredoutofthewindow.“IshallnotsendanyonetoPelissier’sinthemorning,”hesaid,graspingthebackofhisarmchairwithbothhands.“Ishallnotdoit.AndIshallnotmakemytourofthesalonseither.Instead,Ishallgotothenotarytomorrowmorningandsellmyhouseandmybusiness.ThatiswhatIshalldo.Ebasta!”Theexpressiononhisfacewasthatofacheekyyoungboy,andhesuddenlyfeltveryhappy.

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