第40章

类别:其他 作者:Clive Cussler (作者), Justin Sco字数:5447更新时间:18/12/22 09:08:35
Itookitinadream。“Thishasbeenadevilofabusiness。”saidI。 “Don’tthinkhardofMamie。”hepleaded。“It’sthewayshe’smade;it’sherhigh-tonedloyalty。AndofcourseIknowit’sallright。Iknowyoursterlingcharacter;butyoudidn’t,somehow,makeouttogiveusthethingstraight,Loudon。Anybodymighthave——Imeanit——Imean——“ “Nevermindwhatyoumean,mypoorJim。”saidI。“She’sagallantlittlewomanandaloyalwife:andIthoughthersplendid。Mystorywasasfishyasthedevil。I’llneverthinkthelessofeitherheroryou。” “It’llblowover;itmustblowover。”saidhe。 “Itnevercan。”Ireturned,sighing:“anddon’tyoutrytomakeit!Don’tnameme,unlessit’swithanoath。Andgethometoherrightaway。Goodby,mybestoffriends。Goodby,andGodblessyou。Weshallnevermeetagain。” “OLoudon,thatweshouldlivetosaysuchwords!”hecried。 Ihadnoviewsonlife,beyondanoccasionalimpulsetocommitsuicide,ortogetdrunk,anddrifteddownthestreet,semi- conscious,walkingapparentlyonair,inthelight-headednessofgrief。Ihadmoneyinmypocket,whethermineormycreditors’ Ihadnomeansofguessing;and,thePoodleDoglyinginmypath,Iwentmechanicallyinandtookatable。Awaiterattendedme,andIsupposeIgavemyorders;forpresentlyI foundmyself,withasuddenreturnofconsciousness,beginningdinner。Onthewhiteclothatmyelbowlaytheletter,addressedinaclerk’shand,andbearinganEnglishstampandtheEdinburghpostmark。Abowlofbouillonandaglassofwineawakenedinonecornerofmybrain(wherealltherestwasinmourning,theblindsdownasforafuneral)afaintstirofcuriosity;andwhileIwaitedthenextcourse,wonderingthewhilewhatIhadordered,Iopenedandbegantoreadtheepoch-makingdocument。 “DEARSIR:Iamchargedwiththemelancholydutyofannouncingtoyouthedeathofyourexcellentgrandfather,Mr。 AlexanderLoudon,onthe17thult。OnSundaythe13th,hewenttochurchasusualintheforenoon,andstoppedonhiswayhome,atthecornerofPrincesStreet,inoneofourseasonableeastwinds,totalkwithanoldfriend。Thesameeveningacutebronchitisdeclareditself;fromthefirst,Dr。 M’Combieanticipatedafatalresult,andtheoldgentlemanappearedtohavenoillusionastohisownstate。Herepeatedlyassuredmeitwas’by’withhimnow;’andhightime,too,’heonceaddedwithcharacteristicasperity。Hewasnotintheleastchangedontheapproachofdeath:only(whatIamsuremustbeverygratefultoyourfeelings)heseemedtothinkandspeakevenmorekindlythanusualofyourself:referringtoyouas’Jeannie’syin,’withstrongexpressionsofregard。’HewastheonlyoneIeverliketofthehalejing-bang,’wasoneofhisexpressions;andyouwillbegladtoknowthathedweltparticularlyonthedutifulrespectyouhadalwaysdisplayedinyourrelations。Thesmallcodicil,bywhichhebequeathsyouhisMolesworthandotherprofessionalworks,wasadded(youwillobserve)onthedaybeforehisdeath;sothatyouwereinhisthoughtsuntiltheend。Ishouldsaythat,thoughratheratryingpatient,hewasmosttenderlynursedbyyouruncle,andyourcousin,MissEuphemia。Iencloseacopyofthetestament,bywhichyouwillseethatyoushareequallywithMr。Adam,andthatIholdatyourdisposalasumnearlyapproachingseventeenthousandpounds。Ibegtocongratulateyouonthisconsiderableacquisition,andexpectyourorders,towhichI shallhastentogivemybestattention。Thinkingthatyoumightdesiretoreturnatoncetothiscountry,andnotknowinghowyoumaybeplaced,Iencloseacreditforsixhundredpounds。 Pleasesigntheaccompanyingslip,andletmehaveitatyourearliestconvenience。 “Iam,dearsir,yourstruly,“W。RUTHERFORDGREGG。” “Godblesstheoldgentleman!”Ithought;“andforthatmatterGodblessUncleAdam!andmycousinEuphemia!andMr。 Gregg!”Ihadavisionofthatgreyoldlifenowbroughttoanend——“andhightimetoo“——avisionofthoseSabbathstreetsalternatelyvacantandfilledwithsilentpeople;ofthebabelofthebells,thelong-drawnpsalmody,theshrewdstingoftheeastwind,thehollow,echoing,drearyhousetowhich“Ecky“ hadreturnedwiththehandofdeathalreadyonhisshoulder;avision,too,ofthelong,roughcountrylad,perhapsaseriouscourtierofthelassesinthehawthornden,perhapsarusticdanceronthegreen,whohadfirstearnedandansweredtothatharshdiminutive。AndIaskedmyselfif,onthewhole,poorEckyhadsucceededinlife;ifthelaststateofthatmanwerenotonthewholeworsethanthefirst;andthehouseinRandolphCrescentalessadmirabledwellingthanthehamletwherehesawthedayandgrewtomanhood。Herewasaconsolatorythoughtforonewhowashimselfafailure。 Yes,Ideclarethewordcameinmymind;andallthewhile,inanotherpartitionofthebrain,Iwasglowingandsingingformynew-foundopulence。Thepileofgold——fourthousandtwohundredandfiftydoubleeagles,seventeenthousanduglysovereigns,twenty-onethousandtwohundredandfiftyNapoleons——danced,andrangandranmolten,andlituplifewiththeireffulgence,intheeyeoffancy。Herewereallthingsmadeplaintome:Paradise——Paris,Imean——Regained,Carthewprotected,Jimrestored,thecreditors。 “Thecreditors!”Irepeated,andsankbackbenumbed。Itwasalltheirstothelastfarthing:mygrandfatherhaddiedtoosoontosaveme。 Imusthavesomewherearareveinofdecision。Inthatrevolutionarymoment,Ifoundmyselfpreparedforallextremesexcepttheone:readytodoanything,ortogoanywhere,solongasImightsavemymoney。Attheworst,therewasflight,flighttosomeofthoseblestcountrieswheretheserpent,extradition,hasnotyetenteredin。 OnnoconditionisextraditionAllowedinCallao!—— theoldlawlesswordshauntedme;andIsawmyselfhuggingmygoldinthecompanyofsuchmenashadoncemadeandsungthem,intherudeandbloodywharfsidedrinking-shopsofChiliandPeru。Therunofmyill-luck,thebreachofmyoldfriendship,thisbubblefortuneflauntedforamomentinmyeyesandsnatchedagain,hadmademedesperateand(intheexpressivevulgarism)ugly。Todrinkvilespiritsamongvilecompanionsbytheflareofapine-torch;togoburthenedwithmyfurtivetreasureinabelt;tofightforitknifeinhand,rollingonaclayfloor;tofleeperpetuallyinfreshshipsandtobechasedthroughtheseafromisletoisle,seemed,inmythenframeofmind,awelcomeseriesofevents。 Thatwasfortheworst;butitbegantodawnslowlyonmymindthattherewasyetapossiblebetter。Onceescaped,oncesafeinCallao,Imightapproachmycreditorswithagoodgrace;andproperlyhandledbyacunningagent,itwasjustpossibletheymightacceptsomeeasycomposition。Thehoperecalledmetothebankruptcy。Itwasstrange,Ireflected:oftenasIhadquestionedJim,hehadneverobligedmewithananswer。Inhishastefornewsaboutthewreck,myownnolesslegitimatecuriosityhadgonedisappointed。Hatefulasthethoughtwastome,ImustreturnatonceandfindoutwhereI stood。 Ileftmydinnerstillunfinished,payingforthewhole,ofcourse,andtossingthewaiteragoldpiece。Iwasreckless;I knewnotwhatwasmineandcarednot:ImusttakewhatI couldgetandgiveasIwasable;torobandtosquanderseemedthecomplementarypartsofmynewdestiny。IwalkedupBushStreet,whistling,brazeningmyselftoconfrontMamieinthefirstplace,andtheworldatlargeandacertainvisionaryjudgeuponabenchinthesecond。Justoutside,Istoppedandlightedacigartogivemegreatercountenance;andpuffingthisandwearingwhat(Iamsure)wasawretchedassumptionofbraggadocio,Ireappearedonthesceneofmydisgrace。 Myfriendandhiswifewerefinishingapoormeal——ragsofoldmutton,theremaindercakesfrombreakfasteatencold,andastarvelingpotofcoffee。 “Ibegyourpardon,Mrs。Pinkerton。”saidI。“Sorrytoinflictmypresencewhereitcannotbedesired;butthereisapieceofbusinessnecessarytobediscussed。” “Praydonotconsiderme。”saidMamie,rising,andshesailedintotheadjoiningbedroom。 Jimwatchedhergoandshookhishead;helookedmiserablyoldandill。 “Whatisit,now?”heasked。 “Perhapsyourememberyouanswerednoneofmyquestions。” saidI。 “Yourquestions?”falteredJim。 “Evenso,Jim。Myquestions。”Irepeated。“Iputquestionsaswellasyourself;andhoweverlittleImayhavesatisfiedMamiewithmyanswers,Ibegtoremindyouthatyougavemenoneatall。” “Youmeanaboutthebankruptcy?”askedJim。 Inodded。 Hewrithedinhischair。“Thestraighttruthis,Iwasashamed。” hesaid。“Iwastryingtododgeyou。I’vebeenplayingfastandloosewithyou,Loudon;I’vedeceivedyoufromthefirst,I blushtoownit。AndhereyoucamehomeandputtheveryquestionIwasfearing。Whydidwebustsosoon?Yourkeenbusinesseyehadnotdeceivedyou。That’sthepoint,that’smyshame;that’swhatkilledmethisafternoonwhenMamiewastreatingyouso,andmyconsciencewastellingmeallthetime,Thouarttheman。” “Whatwasit,Jim?”Iasked。 “WhatIhadbeenatallthetime,Loudon。”hewailed;“andI don’tknowhowI’mtolookyouinthefaceandsayit,aftermyduplicity。Itwasstocks。”headdedinawhisper。 “Andyouwereafraidtotellmethat!”Icried。“Youpoor,old,cheerlessdreamer!whatwoulditmatterwhatyoudidordidn’t? Can’tyouseewe’redoomed?Andanyway,that’snotmypoint。 It’showIstandthatIwanttoknow。Thereisaparticularreason。AmIclear?HaveIacertificate,orwhathaveItodotogetone?Andwhenwillitbedated?Youcan’tthinkwhathangsbyit!” “That’stheworstofall。”saidJim,likeamaninadream,“I can’tseehowtotellhim!” “Whatdoyoumean?”Icried,asmallpangofterroratmyheart。 “I’mafraidIsacrificedyou,Loudon。”hesaid,lookingatmepitifully。 “Sacrificedme?”Irepeated。“How?Whatdoyoumeanbysacrifice?” “Iknowit’llshockyourdelicateself-respect。”hesaid;“butwhatwasItodo?Thingslookedsobad。Thereceiver——“(asusual,thenamestuckinhisthroat,andhebeganafresh)。 “Therewasalotoftalk;thereporterswereaftermealready; therewasthetroubleandallabouttheMexicanbusiness;andI gotscaredrightout,andIguessIlostmyhead。Youweren’tthere,yousee,andthatwasmytemptation。” Ididnotknowhowlonghemightthusbeataboutthebushwithdreadfulhintings,andIwasalreadybesidemyselfwithterror。Whathadhedone?Isawhehadbeentempted;Iknewfromhislettersthathewasinnoconditiontoresist。Howhadhesacrificedtheabsent? “Jim。”Isaid,“youmustspeakrightout。I’vegotallthatIcancarry。” “Well。”hesaid——“Iknowitwasaliberty——Imadeitoutyouwerenobusinessman,onlyastone-brokepainter;thathalfthetimeyoudidn’tknowanythinganyway,particularlymoneyandaccounts。Isaidyounevercouldbegottounderstandwhosewaswhose。Ihadtosaythatbecauseofsomeentriesinthebooks——“ “ForGod’ssake。”Icried,“putmeoutofthisagony!Whatdidyouaccusemeof?” “Accuseyouof?”repeatedJim。“OfwhatI’mtellingyou。Andtherebeingnodeedofpartnership,ImadeoutyouwereonlyakindofclerkthatIcalledapartnerjusttogiveyoutaffy;andsoIgotyourankedacreditorontheestateforyourwagesandthemoneyyouhadlent。And——“ IbelieveIreeled。“Acreditor!”Iroared;“acreditor!I’mnotinthebankruptcyatall?” “No。”saidJim。“Iknowitwasaliberty——“ “O,damnyourliberty!readthat。”Icried,dashingtheletterbeforehimonthetable,“andcallinyourwife,andbedonewitheatingthistruck“——asIspoke,Islungthecoldmuttonintheemptygrate——“andlet’sallgoandhaveachampagnesupper。I’vedined——I’msureIdon’trememberwhatIhad;I’ddineagaintenscoresoftimesuponanightlikethis。Readit,youblayingass!I’mnotinsane。Here,Mamie。”Icontinued,openingthebedroomdoor,“comeoutandmakeitupwithme,andgoandkissyourhusband;andI’lltellyouwhat,afterthesupper,let’sgotosomeplacewherethere’saband,andI’llwaltzwithyoutillsunrise。” “Whatdoesitallmean?”criedJim。 “Itmeanswehaveachampagnesupperto-night,andallgotoNapaValleyortoMontereyto-morrow。”saidI。“Mamie,goandgetyourthingson;andyou,Jim,sitdownrightwhereyouare,takeasheetofpaper,andtellFranklinDodgetogotoTexas。Mamie,youwereright,mydear;Iwasrichallthetime,anddidn’tknowit。”