"What the hell do you mean?" he asked. Alcoholic irritation was setting in.
"Well, wasn't it?"
"That was my fault, not his. He could have found someone cleverer if he'd chosen, but he liked me. He was endlessly patient with me." Certainly, I thought, the child is father to the man, for I too had found him patient.
"When did you see him last?"
"Oh, he was over in London six months ago for a medical congress. You know he qualified as a doctor, though he never practised. That was typical of Harry. He just wanted to see if he could do a thing and then he lost interest. But he used to say that it often came in handy." And that too was true. It was odd how like the Lime he knew was to the Lime I knew: it was only that he looked at Lime's image from a different angle or in a different light. He said, "One of the things I liked about Harry was his humour." He gave a grin which took five years off his age. "I'm a buffoon. I like playing the silly fool, but Harry had real wit. You know, he could have been a first class light composer if he had worked at it."
He whistled a tune (он насвистел мелодию)—it was oddly familiar to me (она была странно знакома мне). "I always remember that (я всегда помню это). I saw Harry write it (я видел, как Гарри написал ее). Just in a couple of minutes (просто в пару минут) on the back of an envelope (на обороте конверта). That was what he always whistled (это было то, что он всегда насвистывал) when he had something on his mind (когда у него было что-то на уме). It was his signature tune (это была его коронная мелодия; signature — подпись; характерная черта)." He whistled the tune a second time (он просвистел мелодию второй раз), and I knew then who had written it (и я узнал тогда, кто написал ее)—of course it wasn't Harry (конечно это не был Гарри). I nearly told him so (я чуть было не сказал ему так = это), but what was the point (но какой был смысл; point — точка; суть, сущность; смысл, суть /дела, положения вещей и т. п.; преим. в отрицательном контексте/)? The tune wavered and went out (мелодия дрогнула и оборвалась; to waver — колыхаться; дрогнуть; wave — волна; to go out — выходить; кончаться). He stared down into his glass (он уставился в свой стакан), drained what was left and said (осушил остаток: «что было оставлено» и сказал), "It's a damned shame (это проклятый стыд = возмутительно) to think of him dying the way he did (думать о том, что он умер так, как он умер)."
"It was the best thing that ever happened to him это была лучшая вещь, которая когда-либо случилась с ним)," I said.