Марсианские хроники

           Don’tinterruptamaninthemidstofbeingironic,it’snotpolite.There!"

           "You’velockedmeinchains!"

           "SoIhave."

           "Whatareyougoingtodo?"

           "Leaveyouhere."

           "You’rejoking."

           "Averygoodjoke."

           "Where’smyduplicate?Don’tweseehimkilled?"

           "There’snoduplicate."

           "Buttheothers!"

           "Theothersaredead.Theonesyousawkilledweretherealpeople.Theduplicates,therobots,stoodbyandwatched."

           Garrettsaidnothing.

           "Nowyou’resupposedtosay,«FortheloveofGod,Montresor!»"saidStendahl."AndIwillreply,«Yes,fortheloveofGod.»Won’tyousayit?Comeon.Sayit."

           "Youfool."

           "MustIcoaxyou?Sayit.Say«FortheloveofGod,Montresor!»"

           "Iwon’t,youidiot.Getmeoutofhere."Hewassobernow.

           "Here.Putthison."Stendahltossedinsomethingthatbelledandrang.

           "Whatisit?"

           "Acapandbells.PutitonandImightletyouout."

           "Stendahl!"

           "Putiton,Isaid!"

           Garrettobeyed.Thebellstinkled.

           "Don’tyouhaveafeelingthatthishasallhappenedbefore?"inquiredStendahl,settingtoworkwithtrowelandmortarandbricknow.

           "What’reyoudoing?"

           "Wallingyouin.Here’sonerow.Here’sanother."

           "You’reinsane!"

           "Iwon’targuethatpoint."

           "You’llbeprosecutedforthis!"

           Hetappedabrickandplaceditonthewetmortar,humming.

           Nowtherewasathrashingandpoundingandacryingoutfromwithinthedarkeningplace.Thebricksrosehigher."Morethrashing,please,"saidStendahl.