There has come silence. Two-headed Jul, having lowered both heads, tightened "lightning", the emerald flush burnt on its
- Awfully touchingly! - the professor Ah Hoho has bleated. From its kind sad eyes were rolled out and with a ring two have
fallen to a floor heavy as tear mercury.
The leader of Makomber has approached to Two-headed Julu and has patted it shoulder.
- Yes well you!. - two-headed Jul has turned away.
Aramis has approached to it on the other hand and has clapped on other shoulder.
- Throw you... - has murmured Two-headed Jul.
Athos and Porthos too have come nearer to it.
- Well, excuse, - Porthos has complacently told.
- That there... - has murmured Two-headed Jul.
- However, - ozabochenno the leader of Makomber has said, - we would like, the doctor to set to you some questions.
- That's it! - has picked up Aramis. - First of all why you name Porthos the pra...
- First of all, - has interrupted its glorified kosmoletchik, - why you consider, what the weapon any more is not required to us? -
About, it is very simple, - doctor Itaj-itaj has told. - But we have finished affairs, my friends, and we can talk behind a table.
It has clicked fingers, and the wall hiding the covered table with a samovar, has disappeared.
- I ask, - the doctor has told.
All have irresolutely moved to a table, but the leader of Makomber has suddenly stopped.
- I should apologise... - it has begun.
- Yes! - doctor Itaj-itaj has thought suddenly. - certainly, I have absolutely forgotten.
Cause a squadron, a leader of Makomber. A portfolio if I am not mistaken, in that corner.
Glorified kosmoletchik with amazement has looked at it, has made a helpless gesture and has approached to a portfolio. He
has taken from it four cylindrical subjects, has dexterously connected their end faces and has put on a floor.
- What is it? - with curiosity has asked Aramis, examining a brilliant metal column in height in human growth.
- Vepeerbe, - the leader of Makomber has responded. - Vsepronikajushchy a radio buoy.
Novelty. With pressing here it rychazhka its substance is reconstructed and becomes pronitsaemo-pronitsajushchim in
relation to usual substance in our Universe. Tiny, but the mighty gravitational engine takes out it on the set height where
starts to operate tiny, but a mighty radio transmitter. The Pip-pip-pip... I Ask to observe.
The leader of Makomber has clicked tiny rychazhkom on one side the second from below tsilindrika. Silent hum was
distributed, the brilliant column has come off a floor, has directed to a ceiling and has disappeared.
- And further that? - Porthos has disappointedly asked.