cb.imajica1-第12章
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〃I'd like very much to meet with you； if that's possible。〃
〃1 don't think we've got anything to say to each other。〃
〃It's about Judith； Mr。 Zacharias。 A matter I'm obliged to keep in the strictest confidence but is； I cannot stress too strongly； of the profoundest importance；〃
The tortured syntax made Gentle blunt。 〃Spit it out； then；〃 he said。
〃Not on the telephone。 I realize this request es without warning； but I beg you to consider it。〃
〃I have。 And no。 I'm not interested in meeting you。〃
〃Even to gloat？〃
〃Over what？〃
〃Over the fact that I've lost her；〃 Estabrook said。 〃She left me； Mr。 Zacharias； just as she left you。 Thirty…three days ago。〃 The precision of that spoke volumes。 Was he counting the hours as well as the days？ Perhaps the minutes too？ 〃You needn't e to the house if you don't wish to。 In fact； to be honest； I'd be happier if you didn't。〃
He was speaking as if Gentle would agree to the rendezvous； which； though he hadn't said so yet； he would。
It was cruel； of course； to bring someone of Estabrook's age out on a cold day and make him climb a hill； but Gentle knew from experience you took whatever satisfactions you could along the way。 And Parliament Hill had a fine view of London； even on a day of lowering cloud。 The wind was brisk； and as usual on a Sunday the hill had a host of kite flyers on its back； their toys like multicolored candies suspended in the wintry sky。 The hike made Estabrook breathless； but he seemed glad that Gentle had picked the spot。
〃I haven't been up here in years。 My first wife used to like ing here to see the kites。〃
He brought a brandy flask from his pocket； proffering it first to Gentle。 Gentle declined。
〃The cold never leaves one's marrow these days。 One of the penalties of age。 I've yet to discover the advantages。 How old are you？〃
Rather than confess to not knowing； Gentle said； 〃Almost forty。〃
〃You look younger。 In fact； you've scarcely changed since we first met。 Do you remember？ At the auction？ You were with her。 I wasn't。 That was the world of difference between us。 With； without。 I envied you that day the way I'd never envied any other man； just for having her beside you。 Later； of course； I saw the same look on other men's faces…〃
〃I didn't e here to hear this；〃 Gentle said。
〃No； I realize that。 It's just necessary for me to express how very precious she was to me。 I count the years 1 had with her as the best of my life。 But of course the best can't go on forever； can they； or how are they the best？〃 He drank again。 〃You know； she never talked about you；〃 he said。 〃I tried to provoke her into doing so； but she said she'd put you out of her mind pletely…she'd forgotten you； she said…which is nonsense； of course。〃
〃I believe it。〃
〃Don't；〃 Estabrook said quickly。 〃You were her guilty secret。〃
〃Why are you trying to flatter me？〃
〃It's the truth。 She still loved you； all through the time she was with me。 That's why we're talking now。 Because I know it； and I think you do too。〃
Not once so far had they mentioned her by name； almost as though from some superstition。 She was she； her； the woman： an absolute and invisible power。 Her men seemed to have their feet on solid ground； but in truth they drifted like the kites； tethered to reality only by the memory of her。
〃I've done a terrible thing； John；〃 Estabrook said。 The flask was at his lips again。 He took several gulps before sealing it and pocketing it。 〃And I regret it bitterly。〃
〃What？〃
〃May we walk a little way？〃 Estabrook said； glancing towards the kite flyers； who were both too distant and too involved in their sport to be eavesdropping。 But he was not fortable with sharing his secret until he'd put twice the distance between his confession and their ears。 When he had； he made it simply and plainly。 〃I don't know what kind of madness overtook me；〃 he said； 〃but a little while ago I made a contract with somebody to have her killed。〃
〃You did iv/wtf？〃
〃Does it appall you？〃
〃What do you think？ Of course it appalls me。〃
〃It's the highest form of devotion； you know； to want to end somebody's existence rather than let them live on without you。 It's love of the highest order。〃
〃It's a fucking obscenity。〃
〃Oh； yes； it's that too。 But I couldn't bear 。 。 。 just couldn't bear 。 。 。 the idea of her being alive and me not being with her。 。 。。〃 His delivery was now deteriorating； the words being tears。 〃She was so dear to me。 。 。。〃
Gentle's thoughts were of his last exchange with Judith： the half…drowned telephone call from New York； which had ended with nothing said。 Had she known then that her life was in jeopardy？ If not； did she now？ My God； was she even alive？ He took hold of Estabrook's lapel with the same force that the fear took hold of him。
〃You haven't brought me here to tell me she's dead。〃
〃No。 No；〃 he protested； making no attempt to disengage Gentle's hold。 〃I hired this man； and I want to call him off。〃
〃So do it；〃 Gentle said； letting the coat go。
〃I can't。〃
Estabrook reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper。 To judge by its crumpled state it had been thrown away； then reclaimed。
〃This came from the man who found me the assassin；〃 he went on。 〃It was delivered to my home two nights ago。 He was obviously drunk or drugged when he wrote it； but it indicates that he expects to be dead by the time I read it。 I'm assuming he's correct。 He hasn't made contact。 He was my only route to the assassin。〃
〃Where did you meet this man？〃
〃He found me。〃
〃And the assassin？〃
〃I met him somewhere south of the river； I don't know where。 It was dark。 I was lost。 Besides； he won't be there。 He's gone after her。〃
〃So warn her。〃
〃I've tried。 She won't accept my calls。 She's got another lover now。 He's being covetous the way I was。 My letters； my telegrams； they're all sent back unopened。 But he won't be able to save her。 This man I hired； his name's Pie…〃
〃What's that； some kind of code？〃
〃I don't know；〃 Estabrook said。 〃I don't know anything except I've done something unforgivable and you have to help me undo it。 You have to。 This man Pie is lethal。〃
〃What makes you think she'll see me when she won't see you？〃
〃There's no guarantee。 But you're a younger； fitter man； and you've had some 。 。 。 experience of the criminal mind。 You've a better chance of ing between her and Pie than 1 have。 I'll give you money for the assassin。 You can pay him off。 And I'll pay whatever you ask。 I'm rich。 Just warn her； Zacharias； and get her to e home。 I can't have her death on my conscience。〃
〃It's a little late to think about that。〃
〃I'm making what amends I can。 Do we have a deal？〃 He took off his leather glove in preparation for shaking Gentle's hand。
〃I'd like the letter from your contact；〃 Gentle said。
〃It barely makes any sense；〃 Estabrook said。
〃If he is dead； and she dies too； that letter's evidence whether it makes sense or not。 Hand it over； or no deal。〃
Estabrook reached into his inside pocket； as if to pull out the letter； but with his fingers upon it he hesitated。 Despite all his talk about having a clear conscience； about Gentle being the man to save her； he was deeply reluctant to part with the letter。
〃I thought so；〃 Gentle said。 〃You want to make sure I look like the guilty party if anything goes wrong。 Well； go fuck yourself。〃
He turned from Estabrook and started down the hill。 Estabrook came after him； calling his name； but Gentle didn't slow his pace。 He let the man run。
〃All right！〃 he heard behind him。 〃All right； have it！ Have it！〃
Gentle slowed but didn't stop。 Gray with exertion； Estabrook caught up with him。 〃The letter's yours；〃 he said。
Gentle took it； pocketing it without unfolding it。 There'd be plenty of time to study it on the flight。
6
Chant's body was discovered the following day by ninety…three…year…old Albert Burke； who found it while looking for his errant mongrel； Kipper。 The animal had sniffed from the street what its owner only began to nose as he climbed the stairs； whistling for his hound between curses： the rotting tissue at the top。 In the autumn of 1916； Albert had fought for his country at the Somme； sharing trenches
