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— Может быть, и так, — согласился доктор.

В дверь позвонили, я вышел открыть и впустил Хайрама Мартина. Хайрам — рослый детина, морда у него мерзкая, зато полицейская бляха на лацкане всегда начищена до блеска.

“Where is he?” he asked.

“Out in the kitchen,” I said. “Doc is sitting with him.”

It was very plain that Hiram did not take to being drafted into the job of driving Stiffy in to Elmore.

— Где он? — спросил Хайрам.

— На кухне, — сказал я. — И доктор с ним.

Сразу видно было, что Хайраму вовсе не улыбается везти Шкалика в Элмор.

"He strode into the kitchen and stood looking down at the swathed figure on the floor.

“Drunk?” he asked.

“No,” said Doc. “He's sick.”

Он прошествовал в кухню и остановился, глядя на укутанное тело на полу.

— Пьян, что ли?

— Нет, — сказал доктор. — Он болен.

Well, OK,” said Hiram, “the car is out in front and I left the engine running. Let's heave him in and be on our way.”

The three of us carried Stiffy out to the car and propped him in the back seat.

— Ладно, — проворчал Хайрам. — Машина у крыльца, мотор не выключен. Давайте перетащим его и поехали.

Втроем мы вынесли Шкалика из дому и пристроили на заднем сиденье.

I stood on the walk and watched the car go down the street and I wondered how Stiffy would feel about it when he woke up and found that he was in a hospital. I rather imagined that he might not care for it.

I felt bad about Doc. He wasn't a young man any longer and more than likely he'd had a busy day, and yet he took it for granted that he should ride with Stiffy.

Я стоял на дорожке, смотрел им вслед и спрашивал себя, каково-то будет Гранту очнуться в больнице. Уж верно, он вовсе не стремился туда попасть.

И еще мне было не по себе из-за доктора Фабиана. Он уже очень не молод, наверняка целый день мотался по больным и все-таки счел своим долгом поехать со Шкаликом.

Once in the house again, I went into the kitchen and got out the coffee and went to the sink to fill the coffee pot, and there, lying on the counter top, was the bunch of keys I had picked up off the floor.

I picked them up again and had a closer look at them. There were two of them that looked like padlock keys and there was a car key and what looked like a key to a safety deposit box and two others that might have been any kind of keys. I shuffled them around, scarcely seeing them, wondering about that car key and that other one which might have been for a safety box.