（外文电子版资料）Asimov, Isaac - Breeds There a Man.pdfVIP

Breeds There a Man? Copyright (c) 1951 by Street and Smith Publications, Inc. Police Sergeant Mankiewicz was on the telephone and he wasnt enjoying it. His conversation was sounding like a one-sided view of a firecracker. He was saying, Thats right! He came in here and said, Put me in jail, because I want to kill myself. ... I cant help that. Those were his exact words. It sounds crazy to me, too. . . . Look, mister, the guy answers the description. You asked me for information and Im giving it to you. . . . He has exactly that scar on his right cheek and he said his name was John Smith. He didnt say it was Doctor anything-at-all. . . . Well, sure its a phony. Nobody is named John Smith. Not in a police station, anyway. . . . Hes in jail now. . . . Yes, I mean it. ... Resisting an officer; assault and battery; malicious mischief. Thats three counts. ... I dont care who he is. . . . All right. Ill hold on. He looked up at Officer Brown and put his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone. It was a ham of a hand that nearly swallowed up the phone altogether. His blunt-featured face was ruddy and steaming under a thatch of pale-yellow hair. He said, Trouble! Nothing but trouble at a precinct station. Id rather be pounding a beat any day. Whos on the phone? asked Brown. He had just come in and didnt really care. He thought Mankiewicz would look better on a suburban beat, too. Oak Ridge. Long Distance. A guy called Grant. Head of somethingo-logical division, and now hes getting somebody else at seventy-five cents a min . . . Hello! Mankiewicz got a new grip on the phone and held himself down. Look, he said, let me go through this from the beginning. I want you to get it straight and then if you dont like it, you can send someone down here. The guy doesnt want a lawyer. He claims he just wants to stay in jail and, brother, thats all right with me. Well, will you listen? He came in yesterday, walked right up to me, and said, Officer, I wa