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А когда попал в Элмор, слышу, они остановились в этой... как ее, черт... в «Кукурузе», что ли... забыл, как называется.

“But, anyhow, I figured that they should know more about what was going on down in Mississippi. I thought it might throw some light on the situation. So I went down to the hotel to see the senator—that is, to try to see him. It was a madhouse down there. There were great crowds of people and the police were trying to keep order, but they had their hands full. There were television cameras all over the place and newsmen and the radio people—well, anyhow, I never saw the senator.

But I saw someone else. Saw him and recognized him from the pictures in the paper. The one called Davenport...”

“The biologist,” I said.

В общем, я подумал  — не мешает им знать, что делается у нас в штате Миссисипи. Может, тогда они лучше разберутся, что к чему. И пошел в эту самую гостиницу к сенатору... думал, сумею с ним поговорить. А там сумасшедший дом. Народу кругом  — не протолкнешься, полиция сбилась с ног, старается навести порядок.

Репортеров  — туча, кто с блокнотом, кто с микрофоном, кто с телекамерой... в общем, к сенатору я так и не пробился. Но с одним человеком я все-таки поговорил. В газетах были фотографии, и я его узнал. Дэйвенпорт его фамилия.

— Биолог,  — сказал я."

"“Yes, that's it. The scientist. I got him cornered and I tried to explain I had to see the senator. He wasn't too much help. I'm not even sure be was hearing what I was saying. He seemed to be upset and he was sweating like a mule and he was paper-white.

I thought he might be sick and I asked him if he was, if there was anything I could do for him. Then he told me. I don't think he meant to tell me. I think maybe he was sorry that he did after he had told me. But he was so full of anger it was spilling out of him and for the moment he didn't care. The man was in anguish, I tell you. I never saw a man as upset as be was. He grabbed me by the lapels and he stuck his face up close to mine and he was so excited and he talked so fast that he spit all over me. He wouldn't have done a thing like that for all the world; he's not that sort of man...”

“Alf,” I pleaded. “Alf, get down to facts.”

— Ну, да. Ученый. Я припер его к стенке и объясняю  — мне, мол, непременно надо видеть сенатора. Толку от него было чуть. По-моему, он даже не слыхал, что я ему говорил. Смотрю, он какой-то перевернутый, белый как полотно и пот с него ручьями.