cb.damnationgame-第48章
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le off his chin with the back of his hand。 〃Hear no evil； speak no evil； see no evil；〃 he said。
〃I'm no monkey；〃 Marty replied。
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It wasn't until the middle of the evening that the old man would consent to see Marty。 By that time the edge had been taken off his anger； which was presumably the intention of the delay。 Whitehead had forsaken the study and the chair by the window tonight。 He sat in the library instead。 The only lamp that burned in the room had been placed a little way behind his chair。 As a consequence； it was almost impossible to see his face； and his voice was so drained of color that no clue to his mood could be caught from it： But Marty had half…expected the theatrics； and was prepared for them。 There were questions to be asked； and he wasn't about to be intimidated into silence。
〃Where's Carys？〃 he demanded。
The head moved a little in the cove of the chair。 The hands closed a book on his lap and placed it on the table。 One of the science fiction paperbacks； light reading for a dark night。
〃What business is it of yours？〃 Whitehead wanted to know。
Marty thought he'd predicted all the responses…bribery； prevarication…but this question； throwing the onus of inquiry back onto him； he hadn't expected。 It begged other questions： did Whitehead know about his relationship with Carys； for instance？ He'd tortured himself all afternoon with the idea that she'd told him everything； gone to the old man after that first night； and the subsequent nights； to report his every clumsiness； every na？veté。
〃I need to know；〃 he said。
〃Well； I see no reason why you shouldn't be told；〃 the dead voice replied 〃though God knows it's a private hurt。 Still； there are very few people I have left to confide in。〃 Marty tried to locate Whitehead's eyes； but the light behind the chair dazzled him。 All he could do was listen to the even modulation of the voice； and try to dig out the implications beneath the flow。
〃She's been taken away； Marty。 At my request。 Somewhere where her problems can be dealt with in a proper manner。〃 〃The drugs？〃 〃You must have realized her addiction has worsened considerably in the last few weeks。 I had hoped to contain it by giving her enough to keep her content； while slowly reducing her supply。 It was working too； until recently。〃 He sighed； a hand went up to his face。 〃I've been stupid。 I should have conceded defeat a long time ago； and sent her to a clinic。 But I didn't want to have her taken from me； it was as simple as that。 Then last night…our visitors； the slaughter of the dogs…I realized how selfish I was； subjecting her to such pressures。 It's too late in the day for possessiveness or pride。 If people find out my daughter's a junkie； then so be it。〃 〃I see。〃 〃You were fond of her。〃 〃Yes。〃 〃She's a beautiful girl； and you're lonely。 She spoke warmly of you。 In time we'll have her back amongst us； I'm sure。〃 〃I'd like to visit her。〃 〃Again； in time。 I'm told they demand isolation in the first few weeks。 of treatment。 But rest assured； she's in good hands。〃 It was all so persuasive。 But lies。 Surely； lies。 Carys〃 room had been stripped： was that in anticipation of her being 〃amongst them again〃 in a few weeks？ This was all another fiction。 Before Marty could protest； however； Whitehead was speaking again； a measured cadence。
〃You're so close to me now； Marty。 The way Bill used to be。 In fact； I really think you should be weled into the inner circle； don't you？ I'm having a dinner party next Sunday。 I'd like you to be there。 Our guest of honor。〃 This was fine； flattering talk。 Effortlessly； the old man had gained the upper hand。 〃In the week I think you should go down to London and buy yourself something decent to wear。 I'm afraid my dinner parties are rather formal。〃 He reached for the paperback again and opened it。
〃Here's a check。〃 It lay in the fold of the book； already signed； ready for Marty。 〃It should cover the price of a good suit； shirts； shoes。 Whatever else you want to treat yourself to。〃 The check was proffered between fore and middle finger。 〃Take it； please。〃 Marty stepped forward and took the check。
〃Thank you。〃 〃It can be cashed at my bank in the Strand。 They'll be expecting you。 Whatever you don't spend； I want you to gamble。〃 〃Sir？〃 Marty wasn't certain he was hearing the invitation properly。
〃I insist you gamble it； Marty。 Horses； cards； whatever you like。 Enjoy it。 Would you do that for me？ And when you e back you can make an old man envious with tales of your adventures。〃 So it was bribery after all。 The fact of the check made Marty more certain than ever that the old man was lying about Carys； but he lacked the courage to press the issue。 It wasn't just cowardice； however； that made him hold back： it was burgeoning excitement。 He had been bribed twice。 Once with the money； again with the invitation to gamble it。 It was years since he'd had a chance like this。 Money in abundance； and time on his hands。 The day might e when he'd hate Papa for waking the virus in his system： but before then a fortune could be won and lost and won again。 He stood in front of the old man with the fever already on him。
〃You're a good man； Strauss。〃 Whitehead's words rose from the shadowed chair like a prophet's from a cleft rock。 Though he couldn't see the potentate's face； Marty knew he was smiling。
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Despite her years on the sunshine island； Carys had a healthy sense of reality。 Or had； until they took her to that cold； bare house on Caliban Street。 There； nothing was certain anymore。 It was Mamoulian's doing。 That； perhaps； was the only thing that was certain。 Houses weren't haunted； only human minds。 Whatever moved in the air there； or flitted along the bare boards with the dust balls and the cockroaches； whatever scintillated； like light on water； at the corners of her eyes； it was all of Mamoulian's manufacture。
For three days after her arrival at the new house she had refused even to speak to her host or captor； whichever he was。 She couldn't recall why she'd e； but she knew he'd conned her into it…his mind breathing at her neck…and she'd resented his manipulations。 Breer； the fat one； had brought her food； and； on the second day； dope too； but she wouldn't eat or say a word。 The room they'd locked her in was quite fortable。 She had books； and a television too； but the atmosphere was too unstable for her to be at ease。 She couldn't read； nor could she watch the inanities on the box。 Sometimes she found it difficult to remember her own name； it was as if his constant proximity was wiping her clean。 Perhaps he could do that。 After all； he'd got into her head； hadn't he？ Surreptitiously wormed his way into her psyche God knows how many times。 He'd been in her； in her for Christ's sake； and she'd never known。
〃Don't be frightened。〃 It was three A。M。 on the fourth day； and another sleepless night。 He had e into her room so silently she'd looked down to see if his feet were making contact with the floor。
〃I hate this place；〃 she informed him。
〃Would you like to explore； rather than being locked up in here？〃 〃It's haunted；〃 she said； expecting him to laugh at her。 He didn't； however。 So she went on。 〃Are you the ghost？〃 〃What I am is a mystery；〃 he replied； 〃even to myself。〃 His voice was softened by introspection。 〃But I'm no ghost。 You may be certain of that。 Don't fear me； Carys。 Anything you feel； I share； in some measure。〃 She remembered acutely this man's revulsion at the sex act。 What a pale； sickly thing he was； for all his powers。 She couldn't bring herself to hate him； though she had reason enough。
〃I don't like to be used；〃 she said。
〃I did you no harm。 I do you no harm now； do I？〃 〃I want to see Marty。〃 Mamoulian had started to try to clench his mutilated hand。 〃I'm afraid that's not possible；〃 he said。 The scar tissue of his hand； pulled tight； shone； but the mishealed anatomy wouldn't give。
〃Why not？ Why won't you let me see him？〃 〃You'll have everything you need。 Ample supplies of food； of heroin。〃 It suddenly crossed her mind that Marty might be on the European's execution list。 Might； in fact； already be dead。
〃Please don't harm him；〃 she said。
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