p&c.brimstone-第80章

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our　thousand　range　I　mentioned；　see　how　lively　and　robust　it　is。This　is　what　fills　the　concert　hall　with　sound。〃　
　D'Agosta　wondered　what　any　of　this　had　to　do　with　Bullard　or　the　murders。　He　also　wondered　what　Pendergast　had　written　on　the　business　card　the　man　was　still　clutching　in　one　fist。　Whatever　it　was；　it　had　clearly　made　this　man　remarkably　cooperative。　
　〃And　these　are　the　high　frequencies。　Look　how　they　leap　and　flicker；　like　the　flame　of　a　candle。　It's　these　transients　that　give　the　Strad　that　breathing；　trembling　tone；　so　delicate　and　fleeting。〃　
　Pendergast　inclined　his　head。　〃So；　Dottore…what's　the　secret？〃　
　Spezi　reached　for　the　sampler　and　the　music　stopped。　〃There　is　no　one　secret。　It　was　a　whole　catalog　of　secrets；　some　of　which　we've　cracked；　others　we　haven't。　For　example；　we　know　exactly　what　kind　of　architecture　Stradivari　used。　With　puterized　tomography；　we　can　map　a　Strad　perfectly　in　three　dimensions。　We　know　all　there　is　to　know　about　Stradivari's　designs　for　the　belly；　backplate；　purfling；　f…holes…everything。　We　also　know　just　what　types　of　wood　he　used。　We　can　make　a　perfect　copy。〃　
　He　turned　to　one　of　the　puters；　typed　again；　and　the　image　of　a　beautiful　violin　appeared　on　its　screen。　〃There　it　is。　An　absolutely　perfect　copy　of　the　Harrison　Strad；　down　to　the　very　nicks　and　scratches。　It　took　me　almost　half　a　year；　back　in　the　early　eighties；　to　plete。〃　He　glanced　over　at　them　with　a　mirthless　smile。　〃It　soundsdreadful　。　The　real　secret；　you　see；　was　in　thechemistry　。　Specifically；　the　recipe　for　the　solution　Stradivari　soaked　his　wood　in；　and　the　recipe　for　his　varnish。　This　has　been　the　thrust　of　my　research　ever　since。〃　
　〃And？〃　
　The　man　hesitated。　〃I　don't　know　why　I　am　inclined　to　trust　you；　but　I　do。　The　wood　Stradivari　used　was　cut　in　the　foothills　of　the　Apennines　and　dumped　green　into　the　Po　or　Adige　Rivers；　floated　downstream；　and　stored　in　brackish　lagoons　near　Venice。　This　was　purely　for　convenience；　but　it　did　something　critical　to　the　wood…it　opened　up　its　pores。　Stradivari　purchased　the　wood　wet。　He　did　not　season　it。　Instead；　he　soaked　it　further　in　a　solution　of　his　own　making…as　far　as　I　can　deduce；　a　bination　of　borax；　sea　salt；　fruit　gum；　quartz　and　other　minerals；　and　ground；　colored　Venetian　glass。　He　soaked　it　for　months；　perhaps　years；　while　it　absorbed　these　chemicals。　What　did　they　do　to　the　wood？　Amazing；　plex；　miraculous　things！　First；　they　preserved　it。　The　borax　made　the　wood　tighter；　harder；　stiffer。　The　ground　quartz　and　glass　prevented　the　violin　from　being　eaten　by　woodworms…but　it　also　filled　in　the　air　spaces　and　gave　it　a　brilliance　and　clarity　of　tone。　The　fruit　gum　caused　subtle　changes　and　acted　as　a　fungicide。　Of　course；　the　real　secret　lies　in　the　proportions…and　those；　Signor　Pendergast；　I　will　not　tell　you。〃　
　Pendergast　nodded。　
　〃Over　the　years；　I've　made　hundreds　of　violins　from　wood　treated　this　way；　experimenting　with　the　ratios　and　the　length　of　time　in　solution。　The　resulting　instruments　had　a　big；　brilliant　sound。　But　it　was　aharsh　sound。　Something　was　needed　todampen　the　vibrations；　the　overtones。〃　
　He　paused。　〃Here　is　where　the　true　genius　of　Stradivari　es　in。　He　found　that　in　his　secret　varnish。〃　
　He　moused　up　the　puter　screen；　clicked　through　a　few　menus。　A　new　image　appeared　in　black　and　white；　a　landscape　of　incredible　ruggedness；　looking　to　D'Agosta　like　some　vast　mountain　range。　
　〃Here　is　the　varnish　of　a　Stradivarius　under　a　scanning　electron　microscope；　30；000x。　As　you　can　see；　it　is　not　the　smooth；　hard　layer　it　seems　to　the　naked　eye。　Instead；　there　are　billions　of　microscopic　cracks。　When　the　violin　is　played；　these　cracksabsorb　anddampen　the　harsh　vibrations　and　resonances；　allowing　only　the　purest；　clearest　tone　to　escape。　That's　the　true　secret　to　Stradivari's　violins。　The　problem　is；　the　varnish　he　used　was　an　incredibly　plex　chemical　solution；　involving　boiled　insects　and　other　organic　and　inorganic　sources。　It　has　defied　all　analysis…and　we　have　so　little　of　it　to　test。　You　can't　strip　the　varnish　off　a　Strad…removing　even　a　little　will　ruin　a　violin。　You'd　need　to　destroy　an　entire　instrument　to　get　enough　varnish　to　analyze　it　properly。　Even　then；　you　couldn't　use　one　of　his　inferior　violins。　Those　were　experimental；　and　the　varnish　recipe　changed　many　times。　No…you'd　have　to　destroy　one　from　the　golden　period。　Not　only　that；　but　you'd　need　to　cut　into　the　wood　and　analyze　the　chemistry　of　the　solution　he　soaked　them　in　as　well　as　the　interface　between　the　varnish　and　the　wood。　For　all　these　reasons；　we　have　not　been　able　to　figure　out　exactly　how　he　did　it。〃　
　He　leaned　back。　〃Another　problem。　Even　if　youhad　all　his　secret　recipes；　you　still　might　fail。　Stradivari；　knowing　all　that　we　don't；　managed　to　make　some　mediocre　violins。　There　were　other　factors　to　making　a　great　violin；　some　apparently　even　beyondhis　control…such　as　the　particular　qualities　of　the　piece　of　wood　he　used。〃　
　Pendergast　nodded。　
　〃And　that；　Mr。　Pendergast；　is　all　I　can　tell　you。〃　The　man's　face　glittered　with　feverish　intensity。　〃And　now　let　us　speak　ofthis　。〃　He　opened　his　hand　and　smoothed　the　crumpled　business　card。　And　for　the　first　time；　D'Agosta　glimpsed　what　Pendergast　had　written　on　it。　
　It　was　the　word　Stormcloud　。　
　　　
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　The　man　held　out　the　card　in　a　trembling　hand。　
　Pendergast　nodded　in　return。　〃Perhaps　the　best　way　to　start　would　be　for　you　to　tell　Sergeant　D'Agosta　what　you　know　of　its　history。〃　
　Spezi　turned　to　D'Agosta；　his　face　filling　with　regret。　〃The　Stormcloud　was　Stradivari's　greatest　violin。　It　was　played　by　a　string　of　virtuosi　in　an　almost　unbroken　line　from　Monteverdi　to　Paganini　and　beyond。　It　was　present　at　some　of　the　greatest　moments　in　the　history　of　music。　It　was　played　by　Franz　Clement　at　the　premiere　of　Beethoven's　violin　concerto。　It　was　played　by　Brahms　himself　at　the　premiere　of　his　Second　Violin　Concerto；　and　by　Paganini　for　the　first　Italian　performance　of　all　twenty…four　of　his　caprices。　And　then；　just　before　World　War　I…on　the　death　of　the　virtuoso　Luciano　Toscanelli；　may　God　curse　him…it　disappeared。　Toscanelli　went　insane　at　the　end　of　his　days　and；　some　say；　destroyed　it。　Others　say　it　was　lost　in　the　Great　War。〃　
　〃It　wasn't。〃　
　Spezi　straightened　abruptly。　〃You　mean　it　stillexists　？〃　
　〃A　few　more　questions　if　I　may；　Dottore。　What　do　you　know　of　the　ownership　of　the　Stormcloud？〃　
　〃That　was　one　of　its　mysteries。　It　was　always　owned　by　the　same　family；　apparently；　who　it　was　said　purchased　the　instrument　directly　from　Stradivari　himself。　It　was　passed　down　from　father　to　son　only　in　name；　being　on　continuous　loan　to　a　string　of　virtuosi。　That's　normal；　of　course：　most　of　the　Strads　today　are　owned　by　wealthy　collectors　who　turn　them　over　to　virtuosi　to　play　on　long…term　loan。　Just　so　with　the　Stormcloud。　When　the　virtuoso　who　was　playing　it　died…or　if　he　had　the　misfortune　to　give　a　bad　concert…it　was　taken　away　by　the　family　that　owned　it　and　given　to　another。　There　would　have　been　intense　petition　for　it。　No　doubt　that　is　the　reason　the　family　remained　anonymous…they　didn't　want　to　be　harried　and　importuned　by　aspiring　violinists。　They　made　secrecy　of　their　identity　a　strict　condition　of　playing　the　violin。〃　
　〃No　virtuoso　ever　broke　the　silence？〃　
　〃Not　as　far　as　I　know。〃　
　〃And　Toscanelli　was　the　last　virtuoso　to　play　it。〃　
　〃Yes；　Toscanelli。　The　great　and　terrible　Toscanelli。　He　died　a　syphilitic　wreck　in　1910；　under　strange　and　mysterious　circumstances。　The　violin　was　not　beside　his　body　and　was　never　found。〃　
　〃Whoshould　the　violin　have　gone　to　after　Toscanelli？〃　
　〃A　good　question。　Perhaps　the　Russian　child　prodigy；　young　Count　Ravetsky。　Murdered　in　the　revolution；　though…a　great　loss。　What　a　terrible　century　that　was。　And　now；　Mr。　Pendergast…I　am　almost　expiring　from　curiosity。〃　
　Pendergast　reached　into　his　pocket　and　slipped　out　a　glassine　envelope；　held　it　up　to　the　light。　〃A　fragment　of　horsehair　from　the　bow　of　the　Stormcloud。〃　
　The　man　reached　out　with　trembling　fingers。　〃May　I？〃　
　〃I　promised　an　exchange。　It's　yours。〃　
　The　man　opened　it；　removed　the　horsehair　with　a　pair　of　tweezers；　placed　it　on　a　microscope　s