- Tubo! - called the bodyguard of the man whom I was so afraid of quite recently, and hysterical notes sounded in his voice. There was no bodyguard.

- Come on, Jasper! I laughed. - What a climax!

I don’t know what was more in my reasoning - awareness of what was happening, just guesses or a desire to scare him? But at that moment he pulled out a revolver from a desk drawer, aimed it at my face, and his hand was trembling.

- Yes! I said with a crazy smile. - Let's! If I'm right, you just can't kill me. A piano will fall on you from the...