Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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CHAPTER SIX<br />
The hours burned in cold white wintry flashes, as people scuttled in and out of Braling‘s<br />
mansion, hoping against hope that he was Lazarus.<br />
Calvin C. Quartermain careened about Braling‘s porch like the captain of a wrecked ship.<br />
―Damn! I saw the boy‘s gun!‖<br />
―There‘s no bullet-hole,‖ said Dr. Lieber, who‘d been called.<br />
―Shot dead, he was! Dead!‖<br />
The house grew silent as the people left, bearing away the husk that had been poor<br />
Braling. Calvin C.<br />
Quartermain abandoned the porch, mouth salivating.<br />
―I‘ll find the killer, by God!‖<br />
Propelling himself with his cane, he turned a corner.<br />
A cry, a concussion! ―No, by God, no!‖ He flailed at the air and fell.<br />
Some ladies rocking on the nearest porch leaned out. ―Is that old Quartermain?‖<br />
―Oh, he can‘t be dead, too— can he?‖<br />
Quartermain‘s eyelids twitched.<br />
Far off, he saw a bike, and a boy racing away.<br />
Assassin, he thought. Assassin!