Аннотация
Isaac Asimov
The Stars, Like Dust
One: The Bedroom Murmured
The bedroom murmured to itself gently. It was almost below the limits of hearing-an irregular little sound, yet quite unmistakable, and quite deadly.
But it wasn't that which awakened Biron Farrill and dragged him out of a heavy, unrefreshing slumber. He turned his head restlessly from side to side in a futile struggle against the periodic burr-r-r on the end table.
He put out a clumsy hand without opening his eyes and closed contact.
"Hello," he mumbled.
Sound tumbled instantly out of the receiver. It was harsh and loud, but Biron lacked the ambition to reduce the volume.
It said, "May I speak to Biron Farrill?"
Biron said, fuzzily, "Speaking. What d'you want?"
"May I speak to Biron Farrill?" The voice was urgent.
Biron's eyes opened on the thick darkness. He became conscious of the dry unpleasantness of his tongue and the faint odor that remained in the roo...
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