День триффидов
Rendezvous
Wesatisfiedtheappetiteithadgivenusatasmallpubhithertountouched.
Themoodwhichfilledthebusinessandcommercialdistrictswasgloomy—thoughitwasagloomthatstillhadmorethestyleofanormalSundayorpublicholidaythanofcollapse.Veryfewpeopleatallweretobeseeninthoseparts.Hadthecatastrophecomebyday,insteadofbynightaftertheworkershadgonehome,itwouldhavebeenahideouslydifferentscene.
Whenwehadrefreshedourselveswecollectedthealreadyloadedtruckfromthefoodwarehouseanddrovethetwoofthemslowlyanduneventfullybacktotheuniversity.Weparkedthemintheforecourtthereandsetoffagain.Aboutsix-thirtywereturnedoncemorewithanotherpairofwell-loadedtrucksandafeelingofusefulaccomplishment.
MichaelBeadleyemergedfromthebuildingtoinspectourcontributions.HeapprovedofitallsavehalfadozencasesthatIhadaddedtomysecondload.
"Whatarethey?"heasked.
"Triffidguns,andboltsforthem,"Itoldhim.
Helookedatmethoughtfully.
"Ohyes.Youarrivedwithalotofanti-triffidstuff,"heremarked.
"Ithinkit’slikelywe’llneedit,"Isaid.
Heconsidered.IcouldseethatIwasbeingputdownasabitunsoundonthesubjectoftriffids.Mostlikelyhewasaccountingforthatbythebiasmyjobmightbeexpectedtogive—aggravatedbyaphobiaresultingfrommyrecentstingandwonderingwhetheritmightconnoteother,perhapslessharmless,unsoundnesses.
"Lookhere,"Isuggested,"we’vebroughtinfourfulltruckloadsbetweenus.
