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Komanda "freely" entered at that moment, when Sart almost lost consciousness. As, it occurs, difficult to stand after being extended on the cold wind. The spasm, which reduces the neck, let go claws and the hot

forehead, covered with the major drops of perspiration, began to cool. Dignitaries with the escort after long conversations finally were placed in the transport boats and rolled to the side of city. The limousine only on the

planet, which they usually leased for the weddings and magnificent of burials, in front sedate sailed. Which that prompted to Sart that the second application more greatly approaches the present situation.
Leytenant rapidly gave indications to PFC and jumped into the last boat. Drunk pig again built the scattered on the concrete runway platoon and povel into the barracks. Sart with the satisfaction noted that not one he

hardly stands on the feet. The majority of soldiers swayed, battle in the heavy equipment and wearisome expectation affected runway.
V barracks became evident, what losses platoon during the battle sustained. More than half of cots it proved to be empty. Sart returned from the shower with one thought to crawl to the cot. But as soon as he

dropped head on the pillow, was heard the bell of communicator. With difficulty suppressing the natural desire to break apparatus against the wall, Sart answered the bell. The image undulating interferences covered,

but sound was passed completely assured.
to Vam it is necessary to take away "black box" from the control center of planet.
Kto you such? In Sart it did not remain forces to the politeness.
Esli you want to live, then do not assign foolish questions.
Eto blackmail?
you Mozhete to count and thus. It suffices to order me so that would take reading of your retina of eye and field courtmartial with the predictable and rapid finale to you it was guaranteed. So I can gladden by news,

that your platoon does not be subject to evacuation. Therefore, listen to attentively, repeat not I will be.
Nimrud of privyk to the fact that is necessary to sleep on the earth. Even found this by sufficiently comfortable. Into escape kit entered the thin flexible plate, which does not pass cold and amazingly soft. Products

approached toward the end. Them it was necessary to economize, and in spite of the fact that the taste of the concentrates fairly of priyelsya, Nimrud with the regret looked at ever being decreased reserve. It arrived to

time obtain food independently. Possibly to this it is necessary to be occupied very for long, so that it was to be been trained previously. Forest all lasted and nowhere it was revealed trace reasonable essences. The

pair of the days ago Of nimrud it undertook attempt it will be hunted to one insolent bird, whose "singing" more greatly it resembled on the croaking and did not give to heir to sleep. But hunting brought only sport

satisfaction from the precise shooting. Laser, even disposed to the minimum power, spread bird into the shreds, having scoffing left only several long darkblue feathers. As the extractor of food, to use combat weapons

was not obtained. Larger animals for some reason did not fall, although Nimrud frequently met dams on the streams with the tracks whose that sharp teeth. Apparently, it is necessary to dwell on the pair of days and pantie hose movie
to watch in the ambush of the builders of weirs. Nimrud yet he did not know that its calm overnight stays for croaking of night birds ended. It prepared to become hunter, without suspecting, that most was selected as

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Well, yeah.

Oliver looked very pale, with sweat along his hairline and whitely clenched fists. His mouth was rigidly closed with the effort of self-control, and he listened throughout without once interrupting or cursing.
I took the six bottles off to the hostel but when I got there I'd only got five, so I went back to look for the one I'd dropped, but I forgot it, see, when I saw him standing there over Ginnie and him saying she'd heard us talking, and then he said for me to come with him down to the village in his car and he'd drop me at a pub where the other lads were, so as I couldn't have been back home killing the boss's daughter, see? I remembered about the bottle I'd dropped when we were on our way to the village but I didn't think he'd be best pleased and anyway I reckoned I'd find it all right when I went back, but I never did. I didn't think it would matter much, because no one would know what it was for, it was just dog shampoo, and anyway I reckoned I'd skip using the new bottles after all because of the fuss there would be over Ginnie. But if it hadn't been for that bottle 1 wouldn't have gone out again at all, see, and I wouldn't know it was him that killed her, and it wasn't me, it wasn't.
He came to what appeared in his own mind to be a halt, but as far as Wyfold, Oliver and myself were concerned he had stopped short of enough.
Are you saying, Wyfold said, that you walked back from the village with the other grooms, knowing what you would find?
Only Dave and Sammy, see, they'd got back first, and when I got back there was an ambulance there and such, and I just kept in the background.
What did you do with the other five bottles of shampoo? Wyfold asked. We searched all the rooms in the hostel. We didn't find any shampoo.
The first overwhelming promptings of fear were beginning to die down in Shane, but he answered with only minimal hesita¬tion, I took them down the road a ways and threw them in a ditch. That was after they'd all gone off to the hospital. He nodded in the general direction of Oliver and myself. Panicked me a bit, it did, when Dave said she was talking, like. But I was glad I'd got rid of the stuff after, when she was dead after all, with everyone snooping around.

Wyfold shook his head.

You could show me which ditch? Wyfold said.
Yeah, I could.
Good.
You mean, Shane said, with relief, you believe what I told you . . .
No, I don't mean that, Wyfold said repressively. I'll need to know what you ordinarily did with the shampoo.
What?
How you prepared it and gave it to the mares.
Oh. An echo of the cocky cleverness came back: a swagger to the shoulders, a curl to the lip. It was dead easy, see. Mr. Jackson showed me how. I just had to put a coffee filter in a wash basin and pour the shampoo through it, so's the shampoo all ran down the drain and there was that stuff left on the paper, then I just turned the coffee filter inside out and soaked it in a little jar with some linseed oil from the feed shed, and then I'd stir a quarter of it into the feed if it was for a mare I was looking after anyway, or let the stuff fall to the bottom and scrape up a teaspoonful and put it in an apple for the others. Mr. Jackson showed me how. Dead easy, the whole thing.
How many mares did you give it to?
Don't rightly know. Dozens, counting last year. Some I missed. Mr. Jackson said better to miss some than be found out. He liked me to do the oil best. Said too many apples would be noticed. A certain amount of anxiety returned. Look, now I've told you all this, you know I didn't kill her, don't you?
Wyfold said impassively, How often did Mr. Jackson bring you bottles of shampoo?
He didn't. I mean, I had a case of it under my bed. Brought it with me when I moved in, see, same as last year. But this year I ran out, like, so I rang him up from the village one night for some more. So he said he'd meet me at the back gate at nine on Sunday when all the lads would be down in the pub.
That was a risk he wouldn't take, Wyfold said skeptically.
Well, he did.