第37章

类别:其他 作者:Frank L。 Packard字数:4376更新时间:18/12/27 08:17:11
Danglar!Yes,’therehewas-quiteclosetoher,onlyafewtablesaway-andbesidehimsataheavybuilt,clean-shavenmanofmiddleage。ThatwouldbeCloran,ofcourse-themanwhowastohavebeenluredtohisdeath。AndDanglarwasnervousanduneasy,shecouldsee。Hisfingersweredrummingatattooonthetable;hiseyeswererovingfurtivelyabouttheroom;andhedidnotseemtobepayinganybutthemostdistraitattentiontohiscompanion,whowastalkingtohim。 RhodaGraysankquicklyintoavacantchair。Threemen,linkedarminarm,anddecidedlymorethanalittledrunk,wereapproachingher。Sheturnedherheadawaytoavoidattractingtheirattention。 Itwastoofreeandeasyhereto-night,andshebegantoregrethertemerityathavingventuredinside;shewouldbetter,perhaps,havewaiteduntilDanglarcameout-onlythereweretwoexits,andshemighthavemissedhim-and…… Acoldfearuponher,sheshrankbackinherchair。Thethreemenhadhaltedatthetable,andwereclusteredaroundher。Theybeganajocularquarrelamongstthemselvesastowhoshoulddancewithher。 Herheartwaspounding。Shestoodup,andpushedthemaway。 “Oh,no,youdon’t!“hiccoughedoneofthethree。“Gottaseeyour-hic!-prettyface,anyhow!“ Sheputupherhandsfranticallyandclutchedatherveil-butjustaninstanttoolatetosaveitfrombeingwrenchedaside。WildlyhereyesflewtoDanglar。Hisattentionhadbeenattractedbythescene。 Shesawhimrisefromhisseat;shesawhiseyeswiden-andthen,stumblingoverhischairinhishaste,hemadetowardher。DanglarhadrecognizedtheWhiteMoll! Sheturnedandran。Fear,horror,desperation,lentherstrength。 ItwasnotlikethisthatshehadcountedonherreckoningwithDanglar!Shebrushedtheroisterersaside,anddartedforthedoor。 OverhershouldersheglimpsedDanglarfollowingher。Shereachedthedoor,burstthroughaknotofpeoplethere,and,hertornveilclutchedinherhand,dasheddownthesteps。Shecouldonlyrun-run,andpraythatinsomewayshemightescape。 Andthenamadexultationcameuponher。Shesawthemaninthechauffeur’sseatofthefirstcarinthelineleanoutandswingthedooropen。Andinaflashshegraspedthesituation。Themanwaswaitingforjustthis-forawomantocomerunningforherlifedownthestepsoftheSilverSphinx。Sheputherhanduptoherface,hidingitwiththetornveil,racedforthecar,andflungherselfintothetonneau。 Thedoorslammed。Thecarleapedfromthecurb。Danglarwascomingdownthesteps。Sheheardhimshout。Thechauffeur,inastartledway,leanedout,asheevidentlyrecognizedDanglar’svoice-butRhodaGraywasmistressofherselfnow。Thetonneauofthecarwasnotseparatedfromthedriver’sseat,andbendingforward,shewrenchedherrevolverfromherpocket,andpressedthemuzzleofherweapontothebackoftheman’sneck。 “Don’tstop!“shegasped,strugglingforherbreath。“Goon! Quick!“ Theman,withafrightenedoath,obeyed。Thecargainedspeed。A glancethroughthewindowbehindshowedDanglarclimbingintotheothercar。 AndthenforamomentRhodaGraysattherefightingforherself-control,withthecertainknowledgeinhersoulthatuponherwits,andherwitsalone,herlifedependednow。Shestudiedthecar’smechanismoverthechauffeur’sshoulder,evenasshecontinuedtoholdherrevolverpressedsteadilyagainstthebackoftheman’sneck。Shecoulddriveacar-shecoulddrivethisone。Thepresenceofthischauffeur,oneofthegang,wasanaddedmenace; thereweretoomanytrickshemightplaybeforeshecouldforestallthem,anyoneofwhichwoulddeliverherintothehandsofDanglarbehindthere-anapparentlyinadvertentstoppageduetotraffic,forinstance,thatwouldbringthepursuingcaralongside-that,oradozenotherthingswhichwouldachievethesameend。 “Openthedooronyourside!“shecommandedabruptly。“Andgetout-withoutslowingthecar!Doyouunderstand?“ Heturnedhisheadforahalfincredulous,halffrightenedlookather。Shemethiseyessteadily-thetornveil,quitediscardednow,wasinherpocket。Shedidnotknowtheman;butitwasquiteevidentfromthealmostludicrousdismaywhichspreadoverhisfacethatheknewher。 “The-theWhiteMoll!“hestammered。“It’stheWhiteMoll!“ “Jump!“sheorderedimperatively-andherrevolverpressedstillmoresignificantlyagainsttheman’sflesh。 Heseemedinevenfrantichastetoobeyher。Hewhippedthedooropen,and,beforeshecouldreachtothewheel,hehadleapedtothestreet。Thecarswervedsharply。Sheflungherselfoverintothevacatedseat,andsnatchedatthewheelbarelyintimetopreventthemachinefrommountingthecurb。 Shelookedaroundagainthroughthewindowofthehood。ThemanhadswungaboardDanglar’scar,whichwasonlyafewyardsbehind。 RhodaGraydrovesteadily。Hereinthecitystreetsheroneaimmustbenevertolettheothercarcomeabreastofher;butshecouldpreventthateasilyenoughbywatchingDanglar’smovements,andcuttingacrossinfrontofhimifheattemptedanythingofthesort。Butultimatelywhatwasshetodo?Howwasshetoescape? Herhandsgrippedandclenchedinasudden,almostpanic-likedesperationatthewheel。Turnsuddenlyaroundacorner,andjumpfromthecarherself?Itwasuselesstoattemptit;theywouldkeeptooclosebehindtogiveherachancetogetoutofsight。 Well,then,supposeshejumpedfromthecar,andtrustedherselftotheprotectionofthepeopleonthestreet。Sheshookherheadgrimly。 Danglar,sheknewonlytoowell,wouldriskanything,gotoanylength,toputanendtotheWhiteMoll。Hewouldnothesitateaninstanttoshootherdownasshejumpedandhewouldbefairlysafehimselfindoingit。Afewrevolvershotsfromacarthatspeededawayinthedarknessofferedanevenchanceofescape。Andyet,unlesssheforcedanissuesuchasthat,sheknewthatDanglarwouldnotresorttofiringatherhereinthecity。Hewouldwanttobesurethatwastheonlychancehehadofgettingher,beforeheacceptedtheriskthathewouldrunofbeingcaughtforitbythepolice。 Shefoundherselfbecomingstrangely,almostunnaturally,coolandcollectednow。Theonedanger,greaterthanallothers,thatmenacedherwasatrafficblockthatwouldcausehertostop,andallowthoseintheothercarbehindtorushinuponherasshesathereatthewheel。Andsoonerorlater,ifshestayedinthecity,ablocksuchasthatwasinevitable。Shemustgetoutofthecity,then。Itwasonlytoinviteanotherrisk,theriskthatDanglarwasinthefastercarofthetwobuttherewasnootherway。 Shedrovemorequickly,madeherwaytotheBridge,andcrossedit。 Thecarbehindfollowedwithimmutablepersistence。Itmadenoefforttoclosetheshortgapbetweenthem;but,neither,ontheotherhand,diditpermitthatgaptowiden。 TheypassedthroughBrooklyn;andthen,reachingtheoutskirts,RhodaGray,withheadlightsstreamingintotheblack,withanopenLongIslandroadbeforeher,flungherthrottlewide,andthecarleapedlikeathingoflifeintothenight。Itwasasuddenstart,itgainedherahundredyardsbutthatwasall。 Thewindtoreatherandwhippedherface;thecarrockedandreeledasinsomemadfrenzy。Therewasnotmuchtraffic,butsuchastherewasitclearedawayfrombeforeherasifbymagic,as,seekingshelterfromthewildmeteoricthingrunningamuck,thefewvehicles,motororhorse,thatsheencounteredhugged;theedgeoftheroad,andthewindwhiskedtoherearsfragmentsofshoutsandexecrations。Againandagainshelookedbacktwofieryballsoflightblazedbehindheralwaysthosesametwofieryballs。 Sheneithergainednorlost。Rigid,likesteel,herlittlefigurewascrouchedoverthewheel。Shedidnotknowtheroad。Sheknewnothingsavethatshewasracingforherlife。Shedidnotknowtheend;shecouldnotseetheend。Perhapstherewouldbesomemercifulpieceofluckforherthatwouldwinherthroughabreak-downtothatroaringthing,withitseyesthatwereballsoffire,behind。 Shepassedthroughatownwithlightedstreetsandlightedwindowsorwasitonlyimagination?Itwasgoneagain,anyhow,andtherewasjustblackroadahead。Overtheroarofthecarandthesweepofthewind,then,shecaught,orfanciedshecaught,aseriesoffaintreports。Shelookedbehindher。Yes,theywerefiringnow。Littleflashesleapedoutaboveandatthesidesofthoseblazingheadlights。 HowlongwasitsinceshehadlefttheSilverSphinx?Minutesorhourswouldnotmeasureit,wouldthey?Butitcouldnotlastmuchlonger!Shewasgrowingverytired;thestrainuponherarms,yes,anduponhereyes,wasbecomingunbearable。Sheswayedalittleinherseat,andthecarswerved,andshejerkeditbackagainintothestraight。Shebegantolaughalittlehystericallyandthen,suddenly,shestraightenedup,tenseandalertoncemore。 Thatswervewasthegermofaninspiration!Ittookrootswiftlynow。Itwasdesperate-butshewasdesperate。Shecouldnotdrivemuchmore,ormuchlongerlikethis。Mindandbodywerealmostundone。And,besides,shewasnotoutdistancingthatcarbehindtherebyafoot;andsoonerorlatertheywouldhitherwithoneoftheirshots,or,perhapswhattheywerereallytryingtodo,punctureoneofhertires。 Againsheglancedoverhershoulder。Yes,Danglarwasjustfarenoughbehindtomaketheplanpossible。Shebegantoallowthecartoswervenoticeablyatintervals,asthoughshewereweakeningandthecarwasgettingbeyondhercontrol-whichwas,indeed,almosttooliterallythecase。Andnowitseemedtoherthateachtimesheswervedtherecameanexultantshoutfromthecarbehind。 Well,sheaskedfornothingbetter;thatwaswhatshewastryingtodo,wasn’tit?-inspirethemwiththebeliefthatshewasbreakingunderthestrain。 Hereyessearchedanxiouslydowntheluminouspathwaymadebyherhigh-poweredheadlights。Ifonlyshecouldreachapieceofroadthatcombinedtwothings-anembankmentofsomesort,andacurvejustsharpenoughtothrowthoseheadlightsbehindoffatatangentforaninstantastheyroundedit,too,infollowingher。