- Can not be. Although, if it was with the old baron and his mother, the probability of such it is still present. Youth Now, of course, be allowed as much more than in our youth, but certainly no one mistress parents represent will not.
I do not know how much Mr. Jobson could still speculate about modern dissolute youth, but his wife, froze, began to adjust us. Leaving the talks, the next minute we were sitting in the cab.
Reaching first to Jobson and thank them for a wonderful evening spent, we headed home with Donnie. I foresaw more on the way barrage of questions, and no mistake.
- Tell me! Who is she, and how do you know it! - each began to ask, do not yet sat down.
- This is Marissa.
- What such Marissa ?! Wait ... - Donnie paused, then continued bewilderment. - Is that that same Marissa, who pushed you into the sewer? Who stole you have the key?
- Yes, this is it.
- But ... No, wait, this just can not be! You said that Marissa has grown in the street, and it is a thief, a swindler. That it raised some bandits! And this lady, she's a real aristocrat.
- And yet.
- That is ... - Donny thought, and paused for a few seconds, - It does not groom this pompous baron?
- Well, actually, I'm pretty sure that this is some scheme. Although, perhaps, Marissa really far-fetched to marry him. That's just I'm still convinced that the Baron is not no good end.
- You think she does not love him?
- Donnie, but I do not think anything. To tell you admit me to her and do not care. I forgive her for what she deceived me, because without it, we would never have found the body of Molly, and would not be caught Appleton. But be aware of it, I do not want anything else, and I hope that my life with her will never encounter.
Donny looked at me with a strange look, and then was silent all the way home. I did not touch it, but decided for myself in every way to stop any talk about Marissa, that friend could quickly forget it. That because of it he can expect nothing but trouble, I do not doubt for a second.
After a few minutes we were at home. Marjorie met us dinner, which was very, very helpful. At the table, each was as quiet and thoughtful, long stiffening eyes and languidly drawing divorces in the meat sauce with a fork. Realizing that nothing will change my words, that this time he must somehow survive myself, I went upstairs to my room. In the end, I also had a rest from it all, so I just decided to check out after the meal and until bedtime.
Not having time to properly sink in the book, I was immediately distracted irresolute fat of the door.
- Yes, openly.
Donnie looked hesitantly into my bedroom. He looked confused and embarrassed. I sighed, sensing an unpleasant conversation, but could not avoid it.
- Sherlock, tell me, do you really believe that it is hopeless?
- Donny, listen to me. I do not advise you anything, but you're my friend, so I do not care what will happen to you. Marissa probably not that bad. It is possible that among other swindlers and thieves, even the best. But it just so educated, and I do not think she suddenly changed. Most likely, she just gutted that poor baron, and hidden in an unknown direction. I do not think a girl like Marissa, is for the money to live with unloved. I think it is for this very freedom-loving.
- So you think she does not love him?
- Donnie! What are you talking about? I mean, you have to run from it, as from a fire, and you're on some kind of love. Yes, most likely Marissa sincerely loves not the most baron, and his money, but you have this and that, no! What do you hope to attract it, and most importantly - why? That she broke your heart? Although, what I mean ... her heart, I think, no.
- Sherlock, I think you're wrong. Remember, you said yourself that it does not run away immediately when you pushed down the drain, and even show you the direction. So, some piece of good in her soul still remained. And I believe that any person can be corrected if it contains even anything good. You just need to give him a chance.
Oh, Donnie, Donnie ... I shook my head, looking at each other. What a starry-eyed creature? But I got the same in this world, the whole believed around amazed. I was naive and trusting. Once I learned the life lessons learned, and Donny - no. Life beat, beat, but not for the future. So what to do with it so?
Friend, meanwhile, continued:
- So I thought, and decided - will study the alchemy of the most rapidly, as quickly as possible to start earning good money. And then, all the time is dedicated to re-Marissa, and make her an honest woman!
Upon hearing this tirade, I rolled my eyes. The head came just saying about the wolf, which many do not feed them, and he looks into the woods. But her voice, I did not, thinking that this option is still the lesser evil than if one decided to act now. And while he has learned so far will begin to earn it, you see, and come to its senses.
- Not to say that I really like this idea, but I can not stop, your life. The only thing I hope you have not thought up to pour her discreetly your love of chemistry?
- Of course not, it's not true love! The only thing one could, of course, give her the elixir will, so that she could resist their criminal impulses, but it seems to me that it is, nevertheless, does not help.
- What kind of elixir of will? - I was curious.
- Well, you know that we all have different traits, different capabilities. Someone very strong, but stupid, someone attentive, but slow, someone smart but awkward. There are potions that can correct these deficiencies.
- What do you mean, correct? You can fool a genius to do?
- Of course not - Donny laughed. - Genius, I can not, he will simply die. But do not entirely fool fool - you can. There is an elixir that will make a person smarter, not much, but good. That's just there is one problem - what to drink more and more terrible consequences, to the extent that you can and do die. But the result is better.
- Do you know how to do such a thing?
- Do not know yet. Tomorrow I have a workshop in the laboratory of Mr. Innganamorte there and find out. The theory I learned.
Elixirs ... And it's an idea! The only problem is that I do not know the exact value of the required level of performance, but you can try?
- Say, Donny, and you can make an elixir that will make a person more alert, able to notice different little things that are hidden from others? - I do not know how to explain clearly what I needed, but fortunately, Donnie immediately realized what I mean.
- Elixir susceptibility? Of course, I can. I mean, I hope that I can ... It is necessary to you?
- It is very necessary. If you can make it, I will be much obliged to you!
- What are you talking about? Even if I'll bring you a barrel of this elixir, I still do not cry for what you've done for me. And thank you for listening.
After Donnie left, I spent a few minutes staring at one point. Elixir susceptibility - this is certainly good, but Donnie ideas about Marissa frankly I did not like. I hope that it is simply just give him the heave and will not mock the poor, naive guy. But in general, then I could not help smiling, it is a classic scheme, is quite common in the world literature. Or aristocrat falls in love with a pirate, or he loses his head from the young robber. And somehow it all ends well, and everyone is happy and loved. That's just life, for some reason, it is not so.
Trying to dismiss all the bad things I resolutely opened the book, intending to again plunge into the adventures of Thomas and Rebecca, who at the moment, trying to get out of the temple, the statue of the god pursued revived. However, I realized a couple of minutes that focus on reading, I can not, at the time was more than fun and exciting.
I always came to mind other thoughts. Donnie with his sudden love, tomorrow's new challenges mehanoleta planned trip to Mr. Leksidi ...
Heck! I quietly rugnuvshis jumped. Gift! I completely forgot about the gift and give it was to be tomorrow. What to give? I'll never know ... And I do not have leneg.
With a minute to run around the room, I happily clapped his hand to his forehead. My drawings
! Exactly! I remember that I saw there, one representing equestrian policeman in uniform, against the background of the urban landscape. I do not know whether Mr. Leksidi had to patrol the streets on horseback, but he mentioned in conversation the racetrack. So he is interested in horses.
Armed with a portable lamp, I went up to the attic and pulled out a picture from an album. Yes, I think this is exactly what you need. A frame to make him ask Mr. Robinson, I think he has a lot of do not ask. The only thing that bothered me - to be quite such a gift? Deciding not to guess, I went into the kitchen.
- Mr. Brown, you want something? - I tore Jerome cup of tea and a newspaper.
- Yes, Jerome, I wanted to ask something from you. Say it is appropriate to give the person whom you want to thank for the service, so as to make it look decent?
- Dare I ask the man who he was, what class?
- He is a former police detective, is now working with documents in the archive.
- A cop? Well, it's simple! Wait a minute, sir.
Jerome came back a minute later, holding a square damask, with a neck, suffused with wax. On a black label with white letters was written the name - "Highland Park".
- Consider, sir, - Jerome handed me the bottle. - I know of no better gift for a police officer than a bottle of good Scotch whiskey. And this is a very good whiskey, sir, is excellent. Mr. Brown is constantly presented with alcohol, but he did not drink, because of poor health. I am sure that your ex-detective will be very happy.
Having taken a bottle, I heartily thanked the man. Marjorie to ask for a paper bag, I hid it in damask and a sigh of relief. Well, that question is resolved with a gift. Ah, if all issues are resolved so quickly!
The time between those already selected to the ten o'clock. Back in my room, I began to re-read the uncle's book. And so it fell asleep, do not know whether Thomas and Rebecca managed to escape from the captivity of the tribe of natives akkinaki, or they still got to the altar to the evil god-jaguar Tuleule. Me again, fortunately, no never dreamed of.
The morning was pretty gloomy. Waking up, I even at first decided that the still dark outside. However, looking out, he found a heavy leaden clouds, drawn-out sky, and clinging, seemed just around the pinwheels of neighboring houses. From the clouds seyalsya small snowball. Involuntarily shivered, I drew the curtain. In weather like to sit at home and read a good book, armed with a blanket and a good cup of tea.
Quickly making all the required exercise, I'm whistling, I ran down the stairs. Faced with the disapproving gaze of Jerome, which met in the living room, I immediately stopped whistling and said hello and walked into the dining room. Donny was sitting there, staring, to my surprise, not a textbook, just a wall.
- Good morning!
- A? - one, it seemed, did not immediately noticed me, lost in thought.
- I say, good morning. Where are you Vita? All is well?
- Yes, yes, everything is fine - look Donnie focused. - I just have a hard practical work today, so I thought.
Well, yes, of course, tell. On the practical work, he thought. Surely he sat and dreamed about Marissa, get out, even textbooks in the hands of no.
Noticing that the other eye again floating away into nowhere, I decided to leave him alone. Quick breakfast and drank tea with delicate macaroons, Donny began to rush. He is, slowly, mechanically, as though does not notice what he does.
Looking at the mantel clock, I realized that we are starting late. Donnie continued to move like a sleepwalker since pisses me off. I remind others that he had today important exam, and if he is in such a state that just will not give up. Fortunately, it managed to stir up a bit. Shaking his head, Donny said that we're terribly late, and ran into the street to stop the crew.
Shaking my head, I walked after him. Oh, no, if people love become so absurd and ridiculous - never fall in love!
At the orphanage, I immediately went to Mr. Robinson, showed him the picture, asked about the rail to the frame. Dismissing me, he said, come in an hour, they say, he will do. Do not argue with becoming a master, I moved to the workshop. Without much hope of looking for Mr. Shaw, I was convinced that it, as before, not in this place.
Work was still very, very much. Although, with the help of Irving, I was able to get to my glider confidently held in the air, and now I had to do something that would set him apart from a simple paper dove - controlled flight.
The system itself was quite simple. Thin cables stretched inside the fuselage and wings, asked deflection angle position of the ailerons and the rudders tail. Properly using these controls, can be achieved by committing mehanoleta simple maneuvers - turning, barrels, flat spiral of decline. Of course, elements such as a steep dive or spin were not available, but I think that in the future, the design can be improved.
Sleeves rolled up, I went to work. From the model of the fuselage was finally removed a copper bar, and a mechanical engine. control cables have been connected and adjusted, the wings are covered with a thin, yellowish parchment. In general, my model is beginning to impress almost finished product.
The last piece of balsa I made the most important thing - a two-blade propeller, planted it on the ground. Well, it's time! I turned resolutely crown.
Mehanolet, subject to the pulling force of the screw is almost escaped from his hands. Grabbing him tighter, I'm growing enthusiasm watched as clearly worked through the first, the basic flight program synchronously deflecting the ailerons, and turning the handlebars. Here I go climb, stabilization, smooth turn to the right, move in a circle of large radius, then the same thing - to the left, and then gently sloping spiral, with access to land.
In fact, all these maneuvers took place only in my imagination, and as a tool to behave in the air, still had to learn. Today, I was planning to take him home, tomorrow, right from home, go to a vacant lot outside the town, where the fair was held. And already there hold normal flight tests that, depending on the results, finally adjust the steering system.
There was another issue that had to be solved. Not that it was important for the flying qualities, but I'm going to the toy later sell. And in the form in which it is now, I doubt very much that my model can arouse the interest of potential buyers.
So I went back to Mr. Robinson, took his frame ready for my pictures, at the same time and asked about the paint. I must say, the special ideas about painting my glider I did not, but as soon as I explained why I need all this, Mr. Robinson unusually animated, and said that he has a great idea. And if I will trust him, he himself will be able to paint my model. Without a moment's hesitation, I immediately brought him to the glider.
Having said that the work will be ready for the evening, a man then kicked me out of his closet, under the pretext that he needed to start. Relieved that all was resolved so well, I went back to the studio. Insert a picture in a frame, I realized that I had suddenly formed two hours of free time, which is absolutely nothing to do.
Without thinking, I decided to go to Mr Leksidi early, suddenly he was free, and we will be able to talk? But before I could take a step toward the door as it quietly, timidly knocking.
- Open!
I expected to see at the threshold of anyone, but not Mrs. Rose. However, it was exactly it.
- Hello ... - woman hesitated, apparently forgetting my name.
- Sherlock. Good afternoon, Mrs. Rose. Something happened?
- Oh, forgive me too, forgetful. I just wanted to know if anything happened to Donny? Did he get sick?
- What do you have in mind? With Donny all right - I did not understand what was happening, but she looked really worried.
- Well, of course! On employment, he did not show up, much as he loved to tinker with plants, just would not have missed. And upstairs, I was raised, Mr. Birkin wanted to ask if anything had happened. So, he, too, did not see Donnie. And have you seen whether the case, the boy missed the literature, it is forever gone, grabbing for the book! So I'm asking if there was anything the matter?
Ah yes, Donnie! Well, wh
o would have expected something like that from him? He came with me, and allegedly went to the third floor, in the classroom. And the mind is not understandable .... It certainly was Donny, or replaced? Around all around the finger and somewhere washed away, and I now have to deceive this sweet woman who is going through for him sincerely. But still, certainly, Miss Emily to date.
Well Donny, well, I'll make you just come home!
Chapter 17.
Somehow calmed Mrs. Rose, instead, to visit Mr. Leksidi, I went home. And not finding there Donny, finally upset. It is strange that there is and his teacher, because they have, just now, had to go to class. After walking a few minutes to anxiety, I remembered that morning, one of the workshop mentioned in the lab, and calmed down.
There is still time left, and since I was at home, you can take the opportunity to eat. Not wanting to spend the more than a few minutes, I stopped Marjorie, which really was going to serve a full meal, and asked for a couple of sandwiches and tea.
Finished with a snack, I went out again and stopped the carriage. Handing the driver a piece of paper with an address and a warning that you can not rush to much, I sat down on the soft seat, and wrapped himself in a blanket, because suddenly turned cold. After a few minutes, listening to the clatter of horses' hooves, I did not notice how dozed off, though initially to sleep and did not want to.
I woke up a strong push. The crew stopped rather abruptly, and I'm in a dream leans heavily. Therefore, at the time of stop, almost tumbled off the seat nose forward.
Quickly jumped out, I paid the kebmenom and looked around. I must say that in this area I had not been there, though, in fact, nothing new I have not seen. Any poor quarter of the impoverished east side, was similar to the other - the tiny front gardens with a miserable, mangy shrubs, grimy house with blind windows, around the dirt, despair and hopelessness in his eyes.
The saddest spectacle, certainly there were people. No, I do not want to say that absolutely all the inhabitants aroused disgust or pity in their appearance, many people were held with dignity, dressed, though poor, but neat and clean. Here are just tired of their eyes betrayed a terrible reality - the life of almost all of these people took place on the edge of poverty, in a constant struggle, in an attempt not to fall for that line. And absolutely everyone, even the youngest children, lay a terrible seal of despair and hopelessness.
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