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.And held."Good," he said.Ilsa looked doubtful."I still think we could have killed him at Folcroft.""No.This is better.There is his fear for the safety of his wife.This will be more satisfying.Besides, at Folcroft he had many guards at his command.Here he will have no one.""Don't you think you should put something on? I mean, your, um, thing is hanging out and everything.""I am proud of my new body, Ilsa.""Is it real? I mean, can it-""Can it do everything a real one can?" said Konrad Blutsturz."It is a rubber prosthesis.I can relieve myself standing up now, not sitting like a woman.It Page 113ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlis also inflatable,""Will it, like, feel like a real one?" Ilsa asked.She couldn't take her eyes off it."What difference does it make, my Ilsa?" he asked, advancing on her."You have never felt a real one inside you."Ilsa shrank back to the wall of the cabin.The raucous cries of Everglades birds echoed eerily in the swamp outside.The muggy heat filtered in through the windows, which had been sealed for many months."Shouldn't we wait?" asked Ilsa in a scared voice."I mean, I want to and all.You know I do.But right now? You're still weak.""I have ached for you, Ilsa," said Konrad Blutsturz, crowding her against the wall."Ever since you were a child, I have ached for you, your smooth skin, your youthful flesh.""My parents didn't like you.""They were in my way.Now they are in the past.""In your way! What do you mean?""Foolish girl.They were not murdered by others.I eliminated them.Because I wanted you, because I needed you.""You!" Ilsa cried, shocked.And even before the tears began, she started to scream and pound her small fists against the bare, scarred chest of the man she had believed in for so many years."You lied to me! You killed them.Not the Jews, not Smith, you!"Ilsa stopped screaming when the blue hand took her by the throat and began to squeeze.When she slipped to the floor, Konrad Blutsturz looked at her still form for a long moment of regret."Ilsa," he whispered."I did not mean to hurt you."When she did not answer, he began to inflate himself.Death would not rob him of his prize.Dr.Harold W.Smith cut power to the airboat.There was an islet ahead, tangled with mangrove growth.The water split in two directions around it.He did not know which way to go.Smith had rented the boat in Flamingo and sent it across a flat expanse of swamp grass until he had reached the mangrove swamp.The air was heavy, and alligators sunned themselves in the black mire at the edge of the increasing number of islands covered with mangrove and moss-draped trees.Despite the climate, Smith still wore his gray suit, his Dartmouth tie knotted tight at the throat.A briefcase lay at his feet.Smith chose right and kicked on the great propelling fan which whirred inside a protective cage directly behind the pilot's seat.A hundred yards ahead, Smith saw the cabin.It looked deserted.Smith cut power and let the flatbottomed boat glide to the hump of an island.An egret flashed by through the close dark trees.From out of the silent swamp came a voice.A now-familiar voice.Smith tensed."There have been four great moments in my life, Dr.Smith," the voice called out.Smith did not reach for the automatic in his shoulder holster.He did not want to betray the fact that he was armed.Not yet."The first great moment was in Berlin, when Hitler himself selected me for the work in America," the voice called.Smith looked about carefully.The growth was thick.The voice didn't seem to be coming from the cabin."The second great moment was when I first sat in a wheelchair.You might think, Harold W.Smith, that sitting in a wheelchair is not a moment of celebration, but compared with what I had been through, a wheelchair was glory.""I prefer to see who I'm speaking to," said Harold Smith."The third great moment was achieved when I stood erect for the first time in forty years," the voice of Konrad Blutsturz went on."But you will see what you have wrought soon enough, Smith.""Where is my wife?" Smith demanded.He kept his voice under control.But he Page 114ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmldid not feel under control.He felt rage."You offered me the chance to say goodbye to her.I claim that right.""And the fourth great moment lies just before me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.And held."Good," he said.Ilsa looked doubtful."I still think we could have killed him at Folcroft.""No.This is better.There is his fear for the safety of his wife.This will be more satisfying.Besides, at Folcroft he had many guards at his command.Here he will have no one.""Don't you think you should put something on? I mean, your, um, thing is hanging out and everything.""I am proud of my new body, Ilsa.""Is it real? I mean, can it-""Can it do everything a real one can?" said Konrad Blutsturz."It is a rubber prosthesis.I can relieve myself standing up now, not sitting like a woman.It Page 113ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlis also inflatable,""Will it, like, feel like a real one?" Ilsa asked.She couldn't take her eyes off it."What difference does it make, my Ilsa?" he asked, advancing on her."You have never felt a real one inside you."Ilsa shrank back to the wall of the cabin.The raucous cries of Everglades birds echoed eerily in the swamp outside.The muggy heat filtered in through the windows, which had been sealed for many months."Shouldn't we wait?" asked Ilsa in a scared voice."I mean, I want to and all.You know I do.But right now? You're still weak.""I have ached for you, Ilsa," said Konrad Blutsturz, crowding her against the wall."Ever since you were a child, I have ached for you, your smooth skin, your youthful flesh.""My parents didn't like you.""They were in my way.Now they are in the past.""In your way! What do you mean?""Foolish girl.They were not murdered by others.I eliminated them.Because I wanted you, because I needed you.""You!" Ilsa cried, shocked.And even before the tears began, she started to scream and pound her small fists against the bare, scarred chest of the man she had believed in for so many years."You lied to me! You killed them.Not the Jews, not Smith, you!"Ilsa stopped screaming when the blue hand took her by the throat and began to squeeze.When she slipped to the floor, Konrad Blutsturz looked at her still form for a long moment of regret."Ilsa," he whispered."I did not mean to hurt you."When she did not answer, he began to inflate himself.Death would not rob him of his prize.Dr.Harold W.Smith cut power to the airboat.There was an islet ahead, tangled with mangrove growth.The water split in two directions around it.He did not know which way to go.Smith had rented the boat in Flamingo and sent it across a flat expanse of swamp grass until he had reached the mangrove swamp.The air was heavy, and alligators sunned themselves in the black mire at the edge of the increasing number of islands covered with mangrove and moss-draped trees.Despite the climate, Smith still wore his gray suit, his Dartmouth tie knotted tight at the throat.A briefcase lay at his feet.Smith chose right and kicked on the great propelling fan which whirred inside a protective cage directly behind the pilot's seat.A hundred yards ahead, Smith saw the cabin.It looked deserted.Smith cut power and let the flatbottomed boat glide to the hump of an island.An egret flashed by through the close dark trees.From out of the silent swamp came a voice.A now-familiar voice.Smith tensed."There have been four great moments in my life, Dr.Smith," the voice called out.Smith did not reach for the automatic in his shoulder holster.He did not want to betray the fact that he was armed.Not yet."The first great moment was in Berlin, when Hitler himself selected me for the work in America," the voice called.Smith looked about carefully.The growth was thick.The voice didn't seem to be coming from the cabin."The second great moment was when I first sat in a wheelchair.You might think, Harold W.Smith, that sitting in a wheelchair is not a moment of celebration, but compared with what I had been through, a wheelchair was glory.""I prefer to see who I'm speaking to," said Harold Smith."The third great moment was achieved when I stood erect for the first time in forty years," the voice of Konrad Blutsturz went on."But you will see what you have wrought soon enough, Smith.""Where is my wife?" Smith demanded.He kept his voice under control.But he Page 114ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmldid not feel under control.He felt rage."You offered me the chance to say goodbye to her.I claim that right.""And the fourth great moment lies just before me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]