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Eight hours,
three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly from a light doze and
sat up on the cot1.
Between him and the crowded shelving, a palely luminous framework was
materializing in mid-air.
The
apparition was an open-work cage--about the size and shape of an out-house
minus the sheathing2, Dan
estimated breathlessly. Two figures were visible within the structure, sitting
stiffly in contoured chairs. They glowed, if anything, more brightly than the
framework.
A faint
sound cut into the stillness--a descending whine. The cage moved jerkily3, settling toward
the floor. Long blue sparks jumped, crackling4,
to span the closing gap; with a grate of metal, the cage settled against the
floor. The spectral men reached for ghostly switches....
The glow
died.
Dan was
aware of his heart thumping painfully under his ribs. His mouth was dry. This
was the moment he'd been planning for, but now that it was here--
Never mind.
He took a deep breath, ran over the speeches he had prepared for the occasion:
Greeting,
visitors from the Future....
Hopelessly corny5. What about: Welcome
to the Twentieth Century....
No good; it
lacked spontaneity. The men were rising, their backs to Dan, stepping out of
the skeletal frame. In the dim light it now looked like nothing more than a
rough frame built of steel pipe, with a cluster of levers in a console before
the two seats. And the thieves looked ordinary enough: Two men in gray
coveralls, one slender6
and balding, the other shorter and round-faced. Neither of them noticed Dan,
sitting rigid on the cot1. The thin man placed a lantern on the
table, twiddled a knob7. A
warm light sprang up. The visitors looked at the stacked shelves.
"Looks
like the old boy's been doing all right," the shorter man said.
"Fathead's
gonna be pleased."
"A very
gratifying consignment," his companion said. "However, we'd best
hurry, Manny. How much time have we left on this charge?"
"Plenty.
Fifteen minutes anyway."
The thin man
opened a package, glanced at a painting.
"Ah,
magnificent. Almost the equal of Picasso in his puce8 period."
Manny shuffled through the other pictures in the stack.
"Like
always," he grumbled. "No nood dames. I like nood dames10."
"Look
at this, Manny! The textures alone--"
Manny
looked. "Yeah, nice use of values," he conceded. "But I still
prefer nood dames10, Fiorello."
"And
this!" Fiorello lifted the next painting. "Look at that gay play of
rich browns!"
"I seen
richer browns on Thirty-third Street," Manny said. "They was popular
with the sparrows10."
"Manny,
sometimes I think your aspirations--"
"Whatta
ya talkin? I use a roll-on." Manny, turning to place a painting in the
cage, stopped dead as he caught sight of Dan. The painting clattered9 to the floor. Dan stood, cleared his throat.
"Uh...."
"Oh-oh,"
Manny said. "A double-cross."
"I've--ah--been
expecting you gentlemen," Dan said. "I--"
"I told
you we couldn't trust no guy with nine fingers on each hand," Manny
whispered hoarsely. He moved toward the cage. "Let's blow, Fiorello."
"Wait a
minute," Dan said. "Before you do anything hasty--"
"Don't
start nothing, Buster," Manny said cautiously. "We're plenty tough
guys when aroused."
"I want
to talk to you," Dan insisted. "You see, these paintings--"
"Paintings?
Look, it was all a mistake. Like, we figured this was the gent's room--"
"Never
mind, Manny," Fiorello cut in. "It appears there's been a leak."
Dan shook
his head. "No leak. I simply deduced--"
"Look,
Fiorello," Manny said. "You chin if you want to; I'm doing a fast
fade."
"Don't
act hastily, Manny. You know where you'll end."
"Wait a
minute!" Dan shouted. "I'd like to make a deal with you
fellows."
"Ah-hah!"
Kelly's voice blared from somewhere. "I knew it! Slane, you crook!"
Notes:
1.
cot a camp bed (American)
2.
sheathing a hard substance that covers and protects something
3.
jerky
a jerky
movement consists of several separate short movements –jerkily (adv)
4.
crackling the sound that something makes when it crackles
5.
corny
corny
stories, jokes, songs etc have been used so much that they seem silly
6.
slender tall or long and thin in an attractive way
7.
twiddle a knob to twist or turn a door handle in a bored or nervous way
8.
puce
something
that is puce has a colour between dark brown or dark red and purple
9.
clatter if a hard object clatters, or if you
clatter it, it makes several loud short noises as it hits against another hard
object or surface
10.
Wrong grammar! Can you correct the
sentences? Please write your answers in comments below.
"I seen richer browns on Thirty-third Street," Manny said. "They were popular with the sparrows10."
ReplyDelete"Like always," he grumbled. "No nood dames. I like nood dames10."
ReplyDelete"Look at these, Manny! The textures alone--"
"As always," he grumbled. "No nood dames. I like nood dames10."
ReplyDelete