Roadside Picnic by Boris Arkady & Strugatsky

Author:Boris Arkady & Strugatsky [Arkady & Strugatsky, Boris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: SciFi-Masterwork
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

3. RICHARD H. NOONAN, AGE 51, SUPERVISOR OF ELECTRONIC EQUIPMENT SUPPLIES FOR THE HARMONT BRANCH OF THE IIEC

Richard H. Noonan was sitting at the desk in his study doodling on the legal size pad. He was also smiling sympathetically, nodding his bald head, and not listening to his visitor. He was simply waiting for a telephone call, and his visitor, Dr. Pilman, was lazily lecturing him. Or imagining that he was lecturing him. Or trying to convince himself that he was lecturing him.

"We'll keep all that in mind," Noonan finally said, crossing out another group of five lines and flipping down the pad's cover. "It really is shocking."

Valentine's slender hand neatly flicked the ashes from his cigarette into the ashtray.

"And what precisely will you keep in mind?" he inquired politely.

"Why, everything that you said," Noonan answered cheerfully, leaning back in his armchair. "To the very last word."

"And what did I say?"

"That doesn't matter," Noonan said. "We'll keep whatever you say in mind."

Valentine (Dr. Valentine Pilman, Nobel Prize winner) was sitting in front of him in a deep armchair. He was small, delicate, and neat. There wasn't a stain on his suede jacket or a wrinkle in his trousers. A blindingly white shirt, a severe solid-colored tie, shining shoes. A malicious smile on his thin pale lips and enormous dark glasses over his eyes. His low broad forehead was topped with a bristly crewcut.

"In my opinion, you're being paid a fantastic salary for nothing," he said. "And on top of that, in my opinion, you're a saboteur as well, Dick."

"Shhhhhh!" Noonan whispered. "For God's sake, not so loud."

"Actually," Valentine continued, "I've been watching you for a long time. In my opinion, you don't work at all."

"Just a minute here!" Noonan interrupted and waved his pink finger at him. "What do you mean I don't work? Is there even one replacement order that hasn't been handled?"

"I don't know," Valentine said and flicked his ash again. "We get good equipment and we get bad equipment. We get the good stuff more often, but what you have to do with it I'm sure I don't know." "Well, if it weren't for me," Noonan countered, "the good stuff would be much rarer. And besides, you scientists are always breaking the good equipment, and then calling for a replacement, and who covers for you then? For example … "

The phone rang and Noonan broke off and grabbed the receiver. "Mr. Noonan?" the secretary asked. "Mr. Lemchen again." "Put him on."

Valentine got up, brought two fingers to his forehead as a sign of farewell, and went out. Small, straight, and well-proportioned. "Mr. Noonan?" the familiar drawling voice spoke in the phone. "I'm listening."

"You're not easy to reach at work, Mr. Noonan." "A new shipment has arrived."

"Yes, I know about it already. Mr. Noonan, I'm here only for a short time. There are a few questions that must be discussed in person. I'm referring to the latest contracts with Mitsubishi Denshi. The legal side."

"At your service."

"Then, if you have no objection, be at our offices in a half hour.

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