The Lost World — книга для чтения (B1)

“It’s almost certainly a chemical reaction, such as exposure to acid, perhaps in aerosol form.” “Like volcanic fumes?” Malcolm said. “That could do it, particularly in view of what else we’ve learned. You’ll notice that the tag is rather thick—actually, it’s nine millimeters across. And it’s hollow.” “Hollow?” Malcolm said, frowning. “Yes. It contains an inner cavity. We didn’t want to open it, so we X-rayed it. Here.” The slide changed. Malcolm saw a jumble of white lines and boxes, inside the tag. “There appears to be substantial corrosion, again perhaps from acid fumes. But there’s no question what this once was. It’s a radio tag, Ian. Which means that this unusual animal, this warm-blooded lizard or whatever it was, was tagged and raised by somebody from birth. And that’s the part that’s got people around here upset. Somebody’s raising these things. Do you know how that happened?” “I haven’t the faintest idea,” Malcolm said. Elizabeth Gelman sighed. “You’re a lying son of a bitch.” He held out his hand. “May I have my sample back?” She said, “Ian. After all I’ve done for you.” “The sample?”