День триффидов
Dead End
"ThisplaceTynsham—it’sprettymuchoffthemap?"sheaskeduneasily.
"Don’tyouworry,"Cokerassuredher."It’smarkedonallthebestAmericanmaps."
ItwassometimeintheearlyhoursofthefollowingmorningthatIknewIwasnotgoingtoTynshamwiththerest.Later,perhaps,Iwould,butnotyet...
Myfirstinclinationhadbeentoaccompanythem,ifonlyforthepurposeofchokingthetruthoutofMissDurrantregardingtheBeadleyparty’sdestination.ButthenIhadtomakeagainthedisturbingadmissionthatIdidnotknowthatJosellawaswiththem—and,indeed,alltheinformationIbadbeenabletocollectsofarsuggestedthatshewasnot.ShebadprettycertainlynotpassedthroughTynsham.Butifshehadnotgoneinsearchofthem,thenwherehadshegone?ItwasscarcelylikelythattherehadbeenaseconddirectionintheUniversityBuilding,onethatIhadmissed.
Andthen,asifithadbeenaflashoflight,Irecalledthediscussionwehadhadinourcommandeeredapartment.Icouldseehersittingthereinherbluepartyfrock,withthelightofthecandlescatchingthediamondsaswetalked.
"WhatabouttheSussexDowns?Iknowalovelyoldfarmhouseonthenorthside..."AndthenIknewwhatImustdo...
ItoldCokeraboutitinthemorning.Hewassympathetic,butobviouslyanxiousnottoraisemyhopestoomuch.
"Okay.Youdoasyouthinkbest,"heagreed."Ihope—Well,anyway,you’llknowwhereweare,andyoucanbothcomeontoTynshamandhelptoputthatwomanThroughthehoopuntilsheseessense."
