第10章

类别:其他 作者:Frank L。 Packard字数:3912更新时间:18/12/27 08:17:11
guessnowwe’lltakealookatyourfacesothattherewon’tbeanyquestionaboutrecognitionthenexttimewemeet。“ TheAdventurerlaughedsoftly。 “Therewillbenoneonmypart,“hesaidcalmly。“It’sDanglar,isn’tit?Iamsurelynotmistaken。ParsonDanglar,alias-ah! Pleasedon’tdothat!“ ItseemedtoRhodaGraythatithappenedinthespaceoftimeitmighttakeawatchtotick:Thenewcomerstoopingtothefloor,andliftingthecandlewiththeobviousintentionofthrustingitintotheAdventurer’sface-aglintofmetal,astheAdventurerwhippedarevolverfromthesidepocketofhiscoat-andthen,howtheygotthereshecouldnottell,itwasdonesoadroitlyandswiftly,thethumbandforefingeroftheAdventurer’slefthandhadclosedonthecandlewickandsnuffeditout,andthegarretwasindarkness。 Therewasasavageoath,asnarlofragefromthemanwhomtheAdventurerhadaddressedasDanglar;thenaninstantssilence;andthentheAdventurer’svoice-fromthedoorway: “Ibegofyounottoventyourdisappointmentonthelady-Danglar。 Iassureyouthatsheisinnowayresponsibleformyvisithere,and,asfarasthatgoes,neversawmebeforeinherlife。Also,itisonlyfairtotellyou,incaseyoushouldconsiderleavingheretoohurriedly,thatIamreallynotatallabadshot-eveninthedark。Ibidyougood-night,Danglar-andyoumydearlady!“ Danglar’svoiceroseagaininafloodofprofanerage。Hestumbledandmovedaroundinthedark。 “Damnit!“heshouted。“Wherearethematches?Where’sthelamp? Thiscursedcandle’sputenoughtothebadalready!Doyouhear? Where’sthelamp?“ “It’soverdereondefloor,busttopieces,“mumbledRhodaGray。 “Youse’llfindthematchesondewashstand,an-“ “What’stheidea?“Therewasasudden,steel-likenotedominatingtheangrytones。“Whatareyouhandingmethathog-washlanguagefor?Eh?It’sdamnedqueer!There’sbeendamnedqueerdoingsaroundhereeversincelastnight!See?What’stheidea?“ RhodaGrayfeltherfacewhiteninthedarkness。Itwastheslipshehadfeared;theslipthatshehadhadtotakethechanceofmaking,andwhich,ifitwerenotretrieved,andinstantlyretrieved,nowthatitwasmade,meantdiscovery,andafterthat-Sheshiveredalittle。 “Youneedn’tloseyourhead,justbecauseyou’velostyourtemper!“ shesaidtartly,inaguardedwhisper。“Thedoorintothehallisstillwideopen,isn’tit?“ “Oh,allright!“hesaid,histonesasortofsullenadmissionthatherretortwasjustified。“Butevennowyourvoicesoundsoffcolor。“ RhodaGraybridled。 “Doesit?“shesnappedathim。“I’vegotacold。Maybeyou’dgetonetoo,andmaybeyourvoicewouldbeoffcolor,ifyouhadtoliveinadumplikethis,and-“ “Oh,allright,allright!“hebrokeinhurriedly。“ForHeaven’ssakedon’tstartarow!Forgetit!See?Forgetit!“Hewalkedovertothedoor,peeredout,sworesavagelytohimself,shutthedoor,heldthecandleuptocirclethegarret,andscowledasitsraysfellupontheshatteredpiecesofthelampinthecornerthen,returning,hesetthecandledownuponthechairandbegantopacerestlessly,threeorfourstepseachway,upanddowninfrontofthebed。 RhodaGray,fromtheedgeofthebed,shiftedbackuntilhershouldersrestedagainstthewall。Danglar,too,wasdressedlikeagentleman-butDanglar’sfacewasnotappealing。Thelittleroundblackeyeswereshifty,theyseemedtopossessnopupilswhatever,andtheyrovedconstantly;therewasahard,unyieldingthinnessaboutthelips,andthefaceitselfwasthin,almostgaunt,asthoughtheskinhadhadtoaccommodateitselftomorethanwasexpectedofit,andwaselasticallystretchedoverthecheek-bones。 “Well,I’mlistening!“jerkedoutthemanabruptly。“YouknewourgameatSkarbolov’swasqueered。Yougotthe’seven-three-nine,’ didn’tyou?“ “Yes,ofcourse,Igotit,“answeredRhodaGray。“Whataboutit?“ “Fortwoweeksnow,yes,morethantwoweeks“-theman’svoiceraspedangrily-“thingshavebeengoingwrong,andsomeonehasbeenbuttinginandgettingawaywiththegoodsunderournoses。 Weknownow,fromlastnight,thatitmusthavebeentheWhiteMoll,forone,thoughit’snotlikelysheworkedallalone。SkeenydroppedtothefactthatthepolicewerewiseaboutSkarbolov’s,andthat’swhywecalleditoff,andthe’seven-three-nine’wentout。TheymusthavegotwisethroughshadowingtheWhiteMoll。See?Thentheypinchher,butshemakesherget-away,andcomeshere,and,ifthedopeI’vegotisright,youhandRoughRorkeone,andhelphertobeatitagain。Itlooksblamedfunny-doesn’tit?-whenyoucometoconsiderthatthere’saleaksomewhere!“ “Isthatso!“RhodaGrayflashedback。“AnddidyouknowbeforelastnightthatitwastheWhiteMollwhowasqueeringourgame?“ “IfIhad,“themangrittedbetweenhisteeth,“I’d-“ “Well,then,howdidyouexpectmetoknowit?“demandedRhodaGrayheatedly。“AndiftheWhiteMollhappenstoknowGypsyNan,assheknowseverybodyelsethroughherjelliesandcustardsandfakecharity,andhappenstobenearherewhenshegetsintotrouble,andbeatsitforherewiththepoliceonherheels,andasksforhelp,whatdoyouexpectGypsyNan’sgoingtodoifshewantstostandanychanceofstickingaroundtheseparts-asGypsyNan?“ Themanpausedinhiswalk,and,jerkingbackhishat,drewhishandnervouslyacrosshisforehead。 “Youmakemetired!“saidRhodaGraywearily。“Doyouthinkyoucouldfindthedoorwithouttoomuchtrouble?“ Danglarresumedhispacingbackandforth,butmoreslowlynow。 “Oh,Iknow!Iknow,Bertha!“heburstoutheavily。“I’mtalkingthroughmyhat。You’vegottheroughestjobofanyofus,oldgirl。 Don’tmindwhatI’msaying。Something’sbadlywrong,andI’mhalfcrazy。It’scertainnowthattheWhiteMoll’stheonethat’sbeendoingus,andwhatIreallycamedownhereforto-nightwastotellyouthatyourjobfromnowonwastogettheWhiteMoll。Youhelpedherlastnight。Shedoesn’tknowyouareanybodybutGypsyNan,andsoyou’retheonepersoninNewYorkshe’lldaretrytocommunicatewithsoonerorlater。Understand?That’swhatIcamefor,nottotalklikeafool-butthatfellowIfoundherestartedmeoff。 Whoishe?Whatdidhewant?“ “HewantedtheWhiteMoll,too,“saidRhodaGray,withashortlaugh。 “Oh,hedid,eh!“Danglar’slipstwistedintoasudden,mercilesssmile。“Well,goon!Whoishe?“ “Idon’tknowwhoheis,“RhodaGrayansweredalittleimpatiently。 “Hesaidhewasanadventurer-ifyoucanmakeanythingoutofthat。 HesaidhegottheWhiteMollawayfromRoughRorkelastnight,afterRorkehadarrestedher;andthenhedopedtherestoutthesameasyouhave-thathecouldfindtheWhiteMollagainthroughGypsyNan。 Idon’tknowwhathewantedherfor。“ “That’sbetter!“snarledDanglar,themercilesssmilestillonhislips。“Ithoughtshemusthavehadapal,andweknownowwhoherpalis。It’sopenandshutthatshe’ssittingsotightshehasn’tbeenabletogetintotouchwithhim,andthat’swhat’sworryingMr。Adventurer。“ RhodaGray,saveforanodofherhead,madenoanswer。 Danglarlaughedsuddenly,asthoughinrelief;then,comingclosertothebed,plungedhishandintohiscoatpocket,andtossedhandfulofjewelrycarelesslyintoRhodaGray’slap。 “IfeelbetterthanIdid!“hesaid,andlaughedagain。“It’sacinchnowthatwe’llgetthemboththroughyou,anditsacinchthattheWhiteMollwon’tcutinto-night。Putthosesparklersawaywiththerestuntilwegetreadyto’fence’them。“ RhodaGraydidnotspeak。Mechanically,asthoughshewerelivingthroughsomehideousnightmare,shebegantoscoopupthegemsfromherlapandallowthemtotricklebackthroughherfingers。Theyflashedandscintillatedbrilliantly,eveninthemeagerlight。 Theyseemedalivewithsomepremonitory,balefulfire。 “Yes,there’ssomeprettyslickstuffthere,“saidDanglar,withanappraisingchuckle;“butthere’llbesomethingto-nightthat’llmakeallthatbunchlooklikechicken-feed。Theboysareatworknow,andwe’llhaveoldHayden-Bond’snecklaceinanotherhour。 Skeeny’sgottheSparrowtiedupintheoldroombehindShluker’splace,andoncewe’resurethere’snoback-fireanywhere,theSparrowwillchirphislastchirp。“Helaughedoutsuddenly,and,leaningforward,clappedRhodaGrayexultantlyontheshoulder。“Itwasliketakingcandyfromakid!TheSparrowandtheoldmanfellforthesick-mother-needing-her-son-all-nightstuffwithoutbattingalid;buttheSparrowhasn’tbeenholdingtheoldlady’shandatthebedsideyet。Wetookcareofthat。“ AgainRhodaGraymadenocomment。Shewondered,asshegrippedattheringsandbroochesinhand,sofiercelythatthesettingsprickedintotheflesh,ifherfacemirroredinanywaythecold,sickmiserythathadsuddenlytakenpossessionofhersoul。TheSparrow!SheknewtheSparrow;sheknewtheSparrow’ssickmother。