The Food of the Gods / Пища богов. Книга для чтения на английском языке

“You will think it very rash of me, Bensington, I know,” he said, “but the fact is I put a little – not very much of it – but some – into Baby’s bottle, very nearly a week ago!”

“But suppose – !” cried Mr. Bensington.

“I know,” said Redwood, and glanced at the giant chick upon the plate on the table.

“It’s turned out all right, thank goodness,” and he felt in his pocket for his cigarettes.

He gave fragmentary details. “Poor little chap wasn’t putting on weight… desperately anxious.

– Winkles, a frightful duffer… former pupil of mine… no good… Mrs. Redwood – unmitigated confidence in Winkles… You know, man with a manner like a cliff – towering… No confidence in me, of course… Taught Winkles… Scarcely allowed in the nursery… Something had to be done… Slipped in while the nurse was at breakfast… got at the bottle.”

“But he’ll grow,” said Mr. Bensington.

“He’s growing. Twenty-seven ounces last week… You should hear Winkles.

It’s management, he said.”

“Dear me! That’s what Skinner says!”

Redwood looked at the chick again. “The bother is to keep it up,” he said. “They won’t trust me in the nursery alone, because I tried to get a growth curve out of Georgina Phyllis – you know – and how I’m to give him a second dose —”

“Need you?”

“He’s been crying two days – can’t get on with his ordinary food again, anyhow. He wants some more now.”

“Tell Winkles.

”

“Hang Winkles![22 - Hang Winkles! – (воскл.) Да пошел этот Винклз!]” said Redwood.

“You might get at Winkles and give him powders to give the child – ”

“That’s about what I shall have to do,” said Redwood, resting his chin on his fist and staring into the fire.

Bensington stood for a space smoothing the down on the breast of the giant chick. “They will be monstrous fowls,” he said.

“They will,” said Redwood, still with his eyes on the glow.

“Big as horses,” said Bensington.

“Bigger,” said Redwood. “That’s just it!”

Bensington turned away from the specimen. “Redwood,” he said, “these fowls are going to create a sensation.”

Redwood nodded his head at the fire.

“And by Jove!” said Bensington, coming round suddenly with a flash in his spectacles, “so will your little boy!”

“That’s just what I’m thinking of,” said Redwood.