День триффидов
Frustration
Hewasnotkeenondoingthatmuch,buthebadtoallowthatifthereweretobeanystraighteningoutofthemessitwouldbealoteasierformetofindheragainifIknewwheretostartlooking.
Afterthatiihadsimplymythoughtsforcompanyforabit.IknewIoughttomakemyminduponceandforallontherightcourse,andsticktoit.ButIcouldnot.Iseesawed.SomehourslaterwhenIfellasleepIwasstillseesawing.
TherewasnomeansofknowingwhichwayJosellahadmadeuphermind.I’dhadnopersonalmessagefromher.ButAllhadputhisheadinonceduringtheevening.Hiscommunicationhadbeenbrief.
"Westminster,"besaid."Cor!Don’treckonthatlot’sgoin’tofindmuchgrubinthe‘Ouseso’Parliament"
IwaswokenbyAlfcominginearlythefollowingmorning.Hewasaccompaniedbyabigger,shifty-eyedmanwhofingeredabutcher’sknifewithunnecessaryostentation.Alfadvancedanddroppedinarmfulofclothesonthebed.Hiscompanionshutthedoorandleanedagainstit,watchingwithacraftyeyeandtoyingwiththeknife.
"Giveusyermitts,mate,"saidAlf.
Iheldmyhandsouttowardhim.Hefeltforthewiresonmywristsandsnippedthemwithacutter.
"Nowjustyouputonthatthereclobber,chum,"hesaid,steppingback.
IgotmyselfdressedwhiletheknifefancierfollowedeverymovementImade,likeahawk.WhenI’dfinished,Allproducedapairofhandcuffs."There’sjustthese,"hementioned.
Ihesitated.Themanbythedoorceasedtoleanonitandbroughthisknifeforwardalittle.
