第6章

类别:其他 作者:Henry Rider Haggard字数:4171更新时间:18/12/27 08:40:52
“Idon’tknowthatIagreewithyou,“answeredSirRobert。“Iamnotsurethatinthelongrunweshouldnotdobetterforalittlemoreofthearticle。Formypart,althoughitwillnothurtuspublicly,forthethingwillneverbenoticed,IamsorrythatwehavelostVernon,verysorryindeed。Idon’tthinkhimafool,andawkwardastheymaybe,Irespecthisqualities。“ “SodoI,sodoI,“answeredMr。Haswell,“andofcoursewehaveactedagainsthisadvicethroughout,whichmusthavebeenannoyingtohim。 Theschemeashesuggesteditwasafairbusinesspropositionthatmighthavepaidtenpercent。onasmallcapital,butwhatisthegoodoftenpercent。toyouandme?Wewantmillionsandwearegoingtogetthem。Well,heiscomingtoTheCourtto-morrow,andperhapsafterallweshallbeabletoarrangematters。I’llgiveBarbaraahint;shehasgreatinfluencewithhim,andyoumightdothesame,Aylward。“ “MissChampershasgreatinfluencewitheveryonewhoisfortunateenoughtoknowher,“answeredSirRobertcourteously。“Butevenifshechoosestouseit,Idoubtifitwillavailinthiscase。Vernonhasbeenmakinguphismindforalongwhile。Ihavewatchedhimandamsureofthat。To-nighthedeterminedtotaketheplungeandIdonotthinkthatweshallseeanymoreofhiminthisoffice。Haswell,“headdedwithsuddenenergy,“Itellyouthatoflateourluckhasbeentoogoodtolast。Theboom,therealboom,cameinwithVernon,andwithVernonIthinkthatitwillgo。“ “Atanyrateitmustleavesomethingprettysubstantialbehinditthistime,Aylward,myfriend。Whateverhappens,withinaweekweshallberich,reallyrichforlife。“ “Forlife,Haswell,yes,forlife。Butwhatislife?Abubblethatanypinmayprick。Oh!Iknowthatyoudonotlikethesubject,butitisaswelltolookitinthefacesometimes。I’mnochurch-goer,butifI rememberrightweweretaughttopraythegoodLordtodeliverusespecially’inalltimesofourwealth,’whichisfollowedbysomethingabouttribulationandsuddendeath,forwhentheywrotethatprayerthewheelofhumanfortunewentroundjustasitdoesto-day。 There,let’sgetoutofthisbeforeIgrowsuperstitious,asmenwhobelieveinnothingsometimesdo,becauseafteralltheymustbelieveinsomething,Isuppose。Gotyourhatandcoat?SohaveI,comeon,“ andheswitchedoffthelight,sothattheroomwasleftindarknessexceptforthefaintglimmeringofthefire。 Hispartnergrumbledaudibly,forinturninghehadknockedhishandagainstthedesk。 “Leavememyonlyeconomy,Haswell,“heansweredwithahardlittlelaugh。“ElectricityisstrengthandIhatetoseestrengthburningtowaste。Whydoyoumind?“hewentonashesteppedtowardsthedoor。 “Isitthecontrast?Inalltimesofourwealth,inalltimesofourtribulation,fromsicknessandfromsuddendeath——“ “GoodLorddeliverus,“chimedinMr。Haswellinashakingvoicebehindhim。“Whatthedevil’sthat?“ SirRobertlookedroundandsaw,orthoughtthathesaw,somethingverystrange。Fromthepillaronwhichitstoodthegoldenfetishwithawoman’sface,appearedtohavefloated。Thefirelightshoweditglidingtowardsthemacross,butafewinchesabovethefloorofthegreatroom。Itcameveryslowly,butitcame。Nowitreachedthemandpaused,andnowitroseintotheairuntilitattainedtheheightofMr。Champers-Haswellandstayedthere,staringintohisfaceandnotahand’sbreadthaway,justasthoughitwerearealwomanglaringathim。 Heutteredasound,halfwhistleandhalfgroan,andfellback,asitchancedontoamorocco-coveredseatbehindhim。Foramomentortwothegleaming,goldenmaskfloatedintheair。Thenitturnedverydeliberately,rosealittleway,andmovingsidelongtowhereSirRobertstood,hunginfrontof/his/face。 PresentlyAylwardstaggeredtothemantelpieceandbegantofumblefortheswitch;inthesilencehisnailsscratchingatthepanellingmadeasoundliketothatofagnawingmouse。Hefounditatlast,andnextinstanttheofficebrokeintoablazeoflight,showingMr。Haswell,hisrubicundfacequitepale,hishatandumbrellaonthefloor,gaspinglikeadyingmanuponthecouch,andSirRoberthimselfclingingtothemantel-shelfasapersonmightdowhohadreceivedamortalwound,whilethegoldenfetishreposedcalmlyonitspillar,toallappearanceasimmovableandundisturbedastheantiqueVenuswhichmatcheditattheotherendoftheroom。Forawhiletherewassilence。ThenSirRobert,recoveringhimself,asked: “Didyounoticeanythingunusualjustnow,Haswell?“ “Yes,“whisperedhispartner。“IthoughtthathideousAfricanthingwhichVernonbroughthere,cameslidingacrossthefloorandstaredintomyfacewithitsglitteringeyes,andintheeyes——“ “Well,whatwasintheeyes?“ “Ican’tremember。ItwasakindofpictureandthemeaningofitwasSuddenDeath——ohLord!SuddenDeath。Tellmeitwasafancybredofthatill-omenedtalkofyours?“ “Ican’ttellyouanythingofthesort,“answeredAylwardinahollowvoice,“forIsawsomethingalso。“ “What?“askedhispartner。 “Deaththatwasn’tsudden,andotherthings。“ AgainthesilencefelltillitwasbrokenbyAylward。 “Come,“hesaid,“wehavebeenover-working——toomuchstrain,andnowthereaction。Keepthisrubbishtoyourself,ortheywilllockyouupinanasylum。“ “Certainly,Aylward,certainly。Butcan’tyougetridofthatbeastlyimage?“ “Notonanyaccount,Haswell,evenifithauntsusallday。HereitshallstopuntiltheSaharasarefloatedonMonday,ifIhavetolockitinthestrongroomandthrowthekeysintotheThames。AfterwardsVernoncantakeit,ashehasarighttodo,andIamsurethatwithitwillgoourluck。“ “Thenthesoonerourluckgoes,thebetter,“repliedHaswell,withamereghostofhisformerwhistle。“Lifeisbetterthanluck,and—— Aylward,thatYellowGodyouaresofondofmeanstomurderus。Wearebeingfattedforthesacrifice,thatisall。Iremembernow,thatwasoneofthethingsIsawwritteninitseyes!“ TheCourt,Mr。Champers-Haswell’splace,wasaveryfinehouseindeed,ofasort。Thatis,itcontainedtwenty-ninebedrooms,eachofthemwithabathroomattached,alargenumberofsitting-rooms,amplegarages,stables,andoffices,thewholesurroundedbyseveralacresofnewly-plantedgardens。Incidentallyitmaybementionedthatitwasbuiltinthemostatrocioustasteandlookedlikeasuburbanvillaseenthroughamagnifyingglass。 ItwasinthismatteroftastethatitdifferedfromSirRobertAylward’shome,OldHall,afewmilesaway。Notthatthiswasoldeither,fortheoriginalhousehadfallendownorbeenburntahundredyearsbefore。ButSirRobert,beinggiftedwithartisticperception,hadrearedupinplaceofitasmallerbutreallybeautifuldwellingofsoftgreystone,longandlow,andbuiltintheTudorstylewithmanygables。 Thishouse,charmingasitwas,couldnotofcoursecomparewithYarleys,theancientseatoftheVernonsinthesameneighbourhood。 YarleyswaspureElizabethan,althoughitcontainedanoak-roofedhallwhichwassaidtodatebacktothetimeofKingJohn,aremnantofaformerhouse。TherewasnoelectriclightorothermodernconvenienceatYarleys,yetitwasaplacethateveryonewenttoseebecauseofitsexceedingbeautyanditshistoricalassociations。Themoatbywhichitwassurrounded,thegrasscourtwithin,foritwasbuiltonthreesidesofasquare,themullionedwindows,thetoweredgatewayofredbrick,thelow-panelledroomshungwiththeportraitsofdepartedVernons,theslopingparkandthesplendidoaksthatstoodabout,singlyoringroups,wereallofthemperfectintheirway。ItwasoneofthemostlovelyofEnglishhomes,andoddlyenoughitsneglectedgardensandtheairofdecaythatpervadedit,addedtoratherthandecreaseditscharm。 ButitiswithTheCourtthatwehavetodoatpresent,notwithYarleys。Mr。Champers-Haswellhadaweek-endparty。Thereweretenguests,allmen,andwiththeexceptionofAlan,whoitwillberememberedwasoneofthem,allrichandinbusiness。TheyincludedtwoFrenchbankersandthreeJews,everyoneapropoftheoriginalSaharaSyndicateanddeeplyinterestedintheforthcomingflotation。 Todescribethemisunnecessary,fortheyhavenopartinourstory,beingonlyfinanciersofacertainclass,remarkablefortherichestheyhadacquiredbymeansthatforthemostpartwouldnotbearexamination。Thericheswereevidentenough。Eversincethemorningtheownersofthiswealthhadarrivedbyonesortwosintheircostlymotorcars,attendedbysmartchauffeursandvalets。Theirfurcoats,theirjewelledstudsandrings,somethingintheirveryfacessuggestedmoney,whichindeedwasthebondthatbroughtandheldthemtogether。 Alandidnotcomeuntilitwastimetodressfordinner,forheknewthatBarbarawouldnotappearbeforethatmeal,anditwashersocietyhesought,notthatofhishostorfellowguests。Accompaniedbyhisnegroservant,Jeekie,forinahouselikethisitwasnecessarytohavesomeonetowaituponhim,hedroveoverfromYarleys,adistanceoftenmiles,arrivingabouteighto’clock。 “Mr。Haswellasgoneuptodress,Major,andsohavetheothergentlemen,“saidtheheadbutler,Mr。Smith,“butMissChamperstoldmetogiveyouthisnoteandtosaythatdinnerisathalf-pasteight。“ Alantookthenoteandaskedtobeshowntohisroom。Oncethere,althoughhehadonlyfiveandtwentyminutes,heopenediteagerly,whileJeekieunpackedhisbag。 “DearAlan,“itran:“Don’tbelatefordinner,orImaynotbeabletokeepaplacenexttome。OfcourseSirRoberttakesmein。