Book1:TeDream-Maker (第552/711页)

ofhishandahimoopofthetableothegss．"Butyou’resosmall!Howareyougoingtodrink?"

    "Justputmeinsideyss．How’sthat?"Dimitriobliginglydroppedhimintohisgsswherethewinecameuptohiswaist．Mr.Fingercuppedhishandsandbegandrinkinggreedilyuntilhewasfullysatisfied．Thenheyfloatingonthewineasifhewereinabathtub．

    "Soyou’renotdeadyet,mygoodfriend!"

    "Ofcoursenot．HowelsecouldIbetalkingtoyou?"

    "Well"saidMr．Fingerlighisfingers，"sinceyou’restillive，you’dbetterdrinkasmuchofthisossible,becauseyouwon’tbeabletodosoafteryoudie.”Dimitriwastakenabackbythisdismalprophesy．

    "Whatdoyoumean?"

    "Abouthalfanho,themasterofthisoffice,Mr．Kaffee,wassecretlypnningwithhislieutenantstodisposeofyou．Hewaoputyouaway