It when was opened without demand by chests with treasures, selected at hungry last piece, killed without the reasons...
- Yes, - Porthos has told. - the truth. I have recollected. Means, we deal with a crime. Very well. And that I thought that it is
simply foolish joke.
- It is better while to forget about jokes, - Athos has told to it and has turned to Aramisu: - Give to us last link, olden time. Who
criminals? - People did not make crimes years hundred, - Aramis has silently answered.
- And the crimes connected with application enormous energy and the powerful technics, on our planet and in its vicinities
there were no years two hundred.
By itself the conclusion that criminals arises... - He has become silent and has lifted up a forefinger.
Porthos has had a look at a ceiling.
- Really neighbours? - He has scaredly asked.
- Well you with it will do! - Athos has indignantly exclaimed and has slapped itself on knees.
- No, - Aramis, - criminals - newcomers from Deep space has told. We yet do not know that at them on mind and what their
possibilities, but we should be ready to the worst.
- To war! - Athos has rigidly told.
Porthos has jumped and became zasuchivat sleeves.
- We them rasshibem! - he declared. - we it nakostyljaem! We will show to them, these space impudent persons! Have gone,
children! - sit down, - Athos has ordered. - yes, war. We very much were not at war for a long time, but we will recollect, how
it becomes. Here that I offer. First of all, of course, it is necessary to notify the World council. Clever people there sit, and
they, undoubtedly, will think up something solid. But we them will not wait. As soldiers we are not worse and it is not better
than any of ten billions the people occupying a planet. But we the first have found out criminals, and we the first will accept
Clearly that criminals, having made diversion between the hundred twentieth and hundred sixtieth kilometres, on it will not
calm down. If we knew, where and when they will make following, we would meet them there and at that time. But we do not
know it. I suggest to run risks: to strike directly on a nest, on a glade with a barrow. If we win, everything is all right. If we are
lost, it will be kind developing attack. And we will make it tomorrow in the morning. Agree? - Agree! - with chorus Galja,
Porthos and Aramis have answered.
Galja has answered most loudly, more loudly even Porthos, and musketeers have at once become silent and in confusion
have stared at it. Its smeared person flared, eyes threw green lightnings, cams have been compressed so that stones have
turned white. It was any more in a workshop, it was any more with friends, it rushed on a dashing game through an ominous
glade, swinging a curve sabre, and was cut into numbers of artful space criminals. Certainly, these delightful illusions were
immediately and are roughly destroyed. Musketeers have left no stone unturned: logic, blackmail, threats, flattery, promises -
and eventually have got the best. It has been decided that during tomorrow's operation of Galja will settle down in laboratory
Aramisa and the most crucial task on maintenance of a direct connection with representatives of the World council will carry
Galja still sobbed and smeared on ruddy cheeks of tear and a dirt, and Porthos and Athos were answerable and sweaty
persons, when wiped Aramis suddenly sprosil: - And where this Galinas a small animal? All is busy zaerzali, looking around.
- Here it! - in amazement Porthos has exclaimed, jumping on feet.