Two-headed Jul was dragged after a leader Makomberom, carefully holding under a chin the right head; the left head clicked
from time to time a teeth and built Jaturkenzhensirhivu the awful grimaces giving the poor creature the creeps. Behind Two-
headed Jula with hardly audible buzz the flying platform with spektrolitovoj Porthos's capsule floated in decimeter from a floor;
the platform wheel, opershis on heavy steel to a jail, motionlessly had Aramis. Procession was closed by gloomy Athos,
obveshannyj manual bombochkami with liquid oxygen.
The leader of Makomber has not regretted time and has interrogated Meesa very thoroughly. It has appeared the difficult
enterprise. It was necessary to apply flattery and threats it is a lot of. Business has not reached nearly physical influence.
At first Mees swore and tore on itself a wool that about the wonderful doctor it does not know. Then, broken by a testimony
of flown into a rage Two-headed Jula, he admitted that incident when in it, Meesa, have thrust one hundred explosive bullets
really took place, and a really certain wonderful doctor has collected it, Meesa, on pieces but where the Great Octopus hides
this wonderful doctor, it, Mees, has no representation. And only then, Aramisa frightened by ominous manipulations who took
a thin hempen rope and has begun to make a loop, the vile old man admitted that knows, where wonderful doctor Itaj-itaj
Further tritely it is easier. It was found out that wonderful doctor Itaj-itaj contains in one of premises of a so-called seventh
circle. This seventh circle - an inner sanctum of the Great Octopus. In the seventh circle the most secret and valuable
subjects, captives and mechanisms of the Great Octopus are stored, contain and created. There reason carriers are
supposed only most approached to the person of the Great Octopus. There the one and only reception screen, and its code
number is known only to the Great Octopus, Iskusniku Kregu and it, Meesu. Only one ladder There conducts, and there is it
directly in an office of the commandant of the seventh circle, the terrible old maiden of Freckled Skolopendry. On pain of
death it is forbidden to bandits of internal protection of the seventh circle even to come nearer to a door of this office, and at
retirement by it under an unintentional narcosis will amputate memory; however, they, of course, do not know about it. As to
the slaves serving the seventh circle they there also die. The way from the reception screen to chambers of the wonderful
doctor long enough, but is rather dangerous only one site: it is necessary to go by kantiny where free security guards from
watch have usually a good time...
- Masterful Iskusnika Krega too on the seventh circle? - The leader of Makomber has asked.
Here this Mees does not know. Well want do - does not know, and all. Well posudite, what sense to it, Meesu to be locked
in such minor secret when he has told already so much? However, if earth dwellers manage to grasp this witch, Freckled
Skolopendru, here then they learn all. This terrible creature is chock filled secrets of the Great Octopus. If it properly
poprizhat, it lays out not only about Iskusnika Krega, but also about such features which and the Great Octopus prefers not
- Give the code number, - the leader of Makomber has ordered.
The code number has been given. The security guard on hours at the reception screen of resistance has not rendered, it
has been too dumbfounded and in addition is drunk. It have quickly thrust in a bag, have more strong tied with cords and
have thrown in a corner of the boarding chamber - in that corner where connected Galja three years ago lay. The corridor
which has opened before them, has pleasantly disappointed a leader of Makombera. All the same a den of the universal
gangster and the monster, extremely the business carrier of reason. Here continually to stick out to gloomy suspicious guards,
to roll to skulls and bones, to be put out from embrasures to gun muzzles. No, the corridor was as a corridor, such was full in
ancient office buildings on the Earth: wide, low, direct as an arrow, only badly shined. The floor was pure, smelt slightly
karbolkoj. On the parties in superficial niches dimly gleamed round and square metal doors-hatches, and it was visible, what
not all inhabitants of this place competent: On doors numbers and not inscriptions, and multi-coloured images of suits flaunted
not. Also it was empty here, and it is silent. For the first half an hour nobody has met it on a way, any door was not opened,
and was audible only as brjakaet claws on a floor of Mees, postanyvaet Two-headed Jul yes softly hoots the engine of a