Cue for
Cue for Quiet
作者：Sherred, T. L., 1915-1985; Orban, Paul, 1896-1974 [Illustrator]
体例：题 章数：74
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共 74 题- CUE FOR QUIET
- BY T. L. SHERRED
- ILLUSTRATED BY ORBAN
- He handed it to me. "Might be something on the television."
- I looked up. "What's the matter with Freddie?"
- I remembered what I had thought of last night. "How did he do that?"
- Yes, I heard her. "What time is it?"
- I yawned. "After two o'clock."
- She was skeptical about that. "At Art's, I suppose."
- JUKEBOX WAR SUSPECTED.
- I reached. Quick.
- I gulped. "Oh, that. Why, I can explain--"
- He nodded. "You might."
- I snarled at him. "Good for what?"
- One of the uniforms was indignant. "Here, here, my man!"
- He nodded. "If you really want to."
- I persisted. "Straight, now? On your word of honor?"
- He wasn't lying. "If you want my word you have it."
- I broke in. "Or any streetcar." I was feeling cocky.
- I shrugged. "Sure. A couple of thousand as long as I take the papers."
- I couldn't figure out what he meant, and said so.
- I stared up at him. "Do you?"
- I drew a big grin this time. He was human, all right. "No beer."
- My ears went up at that. "No?"
- He stood up. "Then that's what we want to know. Ready?"
- I stretched. "As ready as I'll ever be. Let's go and take the air."
- I knew what they were. I'd seen enough of them sail over my head.
- All at once. I tried for a cool breath in that sweaty helmet. "Ready!"
- That I hadn't expected. "You mean I have a choice?"
- I grunted. "Maybe."
- I knew that.
- He reached for the ashtray. "Ready to talk now?"
- I talk too much. It would do me no harm to listen. "Shoot."
- I grinned. "Like the Maine farmer; a character."
- That I didn't like. "You mean that--"
- He had me there. You bet I wanted to live forever. "Well?"
- He was curious for a moment. "Would you want one?"
- Had he found a chink in the armor? He frowned. "Is it women you want?"
- The Smith stood up and I sat down. "Women and beer. Anything else?"
- PART II
- I gulped the rest of my cup. "Yeah. What's on your mind?"
- We. The editorial we. "Why not?"
- He'd made a slip, and he was sorry. "I meant, back Stateside."
- He didn't appreciate my sarcasm. "I wouldn't say that, Peter."
- I shivered ostentatiously. "I'm cold."
- I looked at him. "Make the bell ring what?"
- He shrugged. "What did you expect me to do?"
- I don't think his frown was completely genuine. "You, apparently."
- He sat down beside me and reached for his lighter. "Peter, I wish--"
- I cut in on him. "Item one, I want my pants."
- He gestured impatiently. "You'll get them. Now--"
- He began to get annoyed. "I told you--"
- He sat back and looked at me. "What's all this?"
- When I was dressed I said, "Now, you were saying--?"
- I drew a long speculative stare. "Peter, what's eating you?"
- He sighed. "Action, yes. Do you know what Kellner said?"
- Wearily, "Peter, must you always act like a child?"
- The Old Man said, "You're not one bit different from anyone else."
- I didn't know. I'd done my share. "Where do we go from here?"
- The Old Man did the honors. "Mr. President, this is Mr. Miller."
- I grinned inwardly. I knew this was going to happen.
- He shifted uncomfortably. "Well ... a hundred a month."
- I looked at the President. "Bought any butter lately?"
- The gold pencil turned over and over. "That isn't very much, Pete."
- I tried once more. "There isn't any way I can just go home?"
- The Old Man's voice was gentle. "You behaved well, Peter."
- I looked out the window. "Yeh," and he fell quiet.
- He hesitated. Then, "West. Far west."
- I knew that. "How much out of your way?"
- AMERICA HAS ATOMIC DEFENSE!
- I didn't see, exactly.
- I laughed at him. "Okay, but you get the point."
- The medals on Five Star clinked. "Bosh!"
- So I said, "Senator. Senator Suggs!"