Марсианские хроники

           "IshouldhaveguessedGarrettwouldn’tbefoolenoughtocomeinperson.Butwait!"

           "What’sthematter?"

           "Nothing.There’snothingthematter.Garrettsentarobottous.Well,wesentoneback.Unlesshechecksclosely,hewon’tnoticetheswitch."

           "Ofcourse!"

           "Nexttimehe’llcomehimself.Nowthathethinksit’ssafe.Why,hemightbeatthedooranyminute,inperson!Morewine,Pikes!"

           Thegreatbellrang.

           "Thereheisnow,I’llbetyou.GoletMr.Garrettin."

           Rapunzelletdownhergoldenhair.

           "Mr.Stendahl?"

           "Mr.Garrett.TherealMr.Garrett?"

           "Thesame."Garretteyedthedankwallsandthewhirlingpeople."IthoughtI’dbettercomeseeformyself.Youcan’tdependonrobots.Otherpeople’srobots,especially.IalsotooktheprecautionofsummoningtheDismantlers.They’llbehereinonehourtoknockthepropsoutfromunderthishorribleplace."

           Stendahlbowed."Thanksfortellingme."Hewavedhishand."Inthemeantime,youmightaswellenjoythis.Alittlewine?"

           "No,thankyou.What’sgoingon?Howlowcanamansink?"

           "Seeforyourself,Mr.Garrett."

           "Murder,"saidGarrett.

           "Murdermostfoul,"saidStendahl.

           Awomanscreamed.MissPoperanup,herfacethecolorofacheese."Themosthorridthingjusthappened!IsawMissBluntstrangledbyanapeandstuffedupachimney!"

           Theylookedandsawthelongyellowhairtrailingdownfromtheflue.Garrettcriedout.

           "Horrid!"sobbedMissPope,andthenceasedcrying.Sheblinkedandturned.