cussler.blueandgold-第12节

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　〃Call　me　personally；　and　we'll　do　what　we　can。〃
　
　〃Thanks。　Oh；　God；　I　still　can't　believe　it　about　Daisy。〃
　
　Austin　hung　up；　opened　his　IBM　laptop　puter；　and　hooked　it　up　to　the　telephone。　After　fifteen　minutes　passed　he　opened　his　e…mail　file。　A　map　of　the　western　U。S。；　Canada；　and　Alaska　appeared。　A　dotted　line　ran　down　from　the　Chukchi　Sea；　through　the　Bering　Sea；　then　along　the　coast　of　North　America　to　the　tip　of　the　fingerlike　Baja　Peninsula。　The　map　was　labeled　〃General　Whale　Migration　Route。〃
　
　Attached　to　the　map　was　specific　information　on　actual　pods。　Austin　scrolled　down　until　he　found　the　file　name　〃Daisy。〃　The　file　linked　to　a　map　showing　the　exact　route　of　the　Daisy　pod。　The　pod　had　made　steady　progress；　then　had　stopped　off　the　Baja　coast　south　of　Tijuana。　After　a　pause　they　started　north　again；　moving　slower　than　before。　At　one　point　they　looped　around　as　if　they　were　disoriented。　He　followed　their　tortuous　path　until　it　stopped　off　San　Diego。
　
　Austin　exited　the　whale　file　and　called　up　several　other　sites。
　
　After　a　few　minutes　he　sat　back　in　his　chair　and　tapped　his　fingertips　together。　The　whales　were　migrating　normally　until　they　reached　a　certain　area。　Then　something　changed。　He　was　pondering　what　he　should　do　when　he　heard　somebody　at　the　door。　Zavala。　〃Home　from　your　date　so　soon？〃
　
　〃Yeah；　I　told　her　I　had　to　get　back　to　check　on　my　sick　room　mate。〃
　
　Austin　looked　alarmed。　〃You　didn't　bump　your　head　today；　did　you？〃
　
　〃I　must　admit　going　under　a　boat　was　a　unique　experience。　I'll　never　look　at　the　nautical　rules　of　the　road　in　the　same　light　again。〃
　
　〃Well；　for　your　information　I　feel　fine；　so　you　can　go　back　and　pick　up　where　you　left　off。〃
　
　Zavala　flopped　down　onto　the　sofa。　〃You　know　something；　Kurt；　there　are　times　when　one　has　to　show　some　restraint。〃
　
　Austin　wondered　if　a　Zavala　clone；　stripped　of　its　sexual　drive；　had　walked　into　the　room。　〃I　agree　wholeheartedly；〃　he　said　with　caution。　〃Now　tell　me　the　real　reason。〃
　
　〃She　broke　Zavala's　rule。　I　don't　go　out　with　married　women。〃
　
　〃How　did　you　know　she　was　married？〃
　
　〃Her　husband　told　me　so。〃
　
　〃Oh。　Was　he　big？〃
　
　〃Slightly　smaller　than　a　cement　truck。〃
　
　〃Well；　restraint　was　an　especially　wise　decision　in　that　case。〃
　
　Joe　nodded；　unconvinced。　〃God；　she　was　beautiful；〃　he　said　with　a　sigh。　〃What　have　you　been　up　to？〃
　
　〃I　went　to　a　whale　necropsy。〃
　
　'And　I　thought　I　was　having　a　bad　time。　There　must　be　more　fun　things　to　do　in　San　Diego。〃
　
　〃I'm　sure　there　are；　but　I　was　curious　about　what　killed　those　whales。〃
　
　〃Did　they　find　a　cause？〃
　
　〃Their　lungs　were　damaged　by　heat；　and　they　died　of　pneumonia。〃
　
　〃Strange；〃　Zavala　said。
　
　〃I　thought　so。　Look　at　this　map　on　my　puter。　I　got　it　through　a　NOAA　weather　satellite。　It　shows　the　water　temperature　of　the　ocean。　See　that　little　red　bump　in　the　water　off　the　Baja？　Sudden　temperature　change。〃
　
　〃You're　saying　our　whales　became　sick　shortly　after　they　passed　this　area　of　warm　temperature？〃
　
　〃Maybe。　But　I'm　more　interested　in　what　caused　that　change。　〃
　
　〃1　think　you're　about　to　suggest　a　trip　south　of　the　border。〃
　
　　〃I　could　use　an　interpreter。　Paul　and　Gamay　won't　be　back　in　Arlington　for　a　few　days。〃
　
　　〃No　problemo。　It's　important　for　me　to　stay　in　touch　with　my　Mexican　roots。〃
　
　　He　got　up　and　started　for　the　door。
　
　　〃Where　are　you　going？〃　Austin　said。
　
　Zavala　looked　at　the　clock。　〃The　night　is　young。　Two　devilishly　handsome　and　eligible　bachelors　sitting　in　their　room　talking　about　dead　whales　and　hot　water。　Not　healthy；　amigo。　I　saw　a　beautiful　woman　in　the　lounge　as　I　passed　by。　She　looks　as　if　she　could　use　pany。〃
　
　〃I　thought　you　were　giving　women　up。〃
　
　'A　momentary　delusion　caused　by　my　injuries。　Besides；　I　think　she　had　a　friend；〃　Zavala　said。　'And　there's　a　good　jazz　band　playing　in　the　lounge。〃
　
　Austin's　appreciation　for　cool　jazz　came　right　after　his　love　of　beautiful　women　and　fast　boats。　A　tequila　and　lime　juice　night　cap　would　taste　mighty　good。　To　say　nothing　about　female　panionship。　He　grinned　and　closed　the　cover　on　his　laptop　puter。
　
　Chapter　5
　〃How　do　you　like　your　meal？〃　Dr。　Ramirez　inquired。
　　　　Paul　and　Gamay　exchanged　glances。　〃It's　wonderful；〃　Gamay　said。　Indeed　it　was；　she　thought；　surprisingly　so。　She　would　have　to　tell　St。　Julien　Perlmutter；　naval　historian　and　gourmet；　about　this　exotic　dinner。　The　thin；　tender　slices　of　white　meat　were　spiced　with　local　herbs；　acpanied　by　rich；　dark　gravy　and　fresh　sweet　potatoes。　Dinner　was　served　with　a　respectable　Chilean　white　wine。　Oh　God！　She'd　been　in　the　jungle　so　long　she　had　developed　a　taste　for　roast　tapir。　Next　she'd　be　craving　howler　monkeys。
　
　Paul　displayed　his　Yankee　bluntness。　〃I　agree。　It's　terrific。　We'd　never　guess　it　would　be　so　good　after　seeing　the　men　carry　that　odd…looking　beast　in　from　the　forest。〃
　
　Ramirez　put　his　fork　down；　a　puzzled　expression　on　his　face。　〃Beast？　The　forest…I'm　afraid　I　don't　understand。〃
　
　〃The　tapir；〃　Gamay　volunteered　hesitantly　as　she　glanced　down　at　her　plate。
　
　Ramirez　looked　stunned；　then　his　mustache　twitched　and　he　broke　out　into　a　deep　laugh。　He　brought　his　napkin　to　his　lips。　〃You　thought　。　。　。〃　He　started　to　laugh　again。　〃Excuse　me。　I　am　a　poor　host。　Amusing　myself　at　the　expense　of　my　guests。　But　I　must　assure　you　that　this　is　not　the　animal　you　saw　being　trundled　in　from　the　hunt。　I　bought　a　pig　from　a　neighboring　village　
　for　this　feast。〃　He　made　a　sour　face。　〃Tapir。　I　can't　imagine　what　it　is　like。　Perhaps　it's　quite　tasty。〃
　
　Ramirez　poured　more　wine　and　raised　his　glass　in　a　toast。　〃I　will　miss　you；　my　friends。　Your　pany　has　been　most　enjoy　able；　and　we　have　had　many　delightful　conversations　around　this　table。〃
　
　〃Thank　you；〃　Gamay　said。　〃It　has　been　a　fascinating　experience　for　us。　Today　may　have　been　our　most　exciting　day；　how　ever。〃
　
　〃Ah；　yes；　the　poor　Indian。〃
　
　Paul　shook　his　head。　〃I　can't　get　over　the　sophisticated　nature　of　all　those　gadgets　he　had　with　him。〃
　
　Ramirez　spread　his　palms　apart。　〃The　People　of　the　Mists　are　a　mysterious　tribe。〃
　
　〃What　do　you　know　about　them？〃　Gamay　said；　her　scientific　curiosity　aroused。　Before　she　attained　a　doctorate　in　marine　biology　from　Scripps　Institute　of　Oceanography；　she　had　been　a　marine　archaeologist　and　had　taken　many　anthropology　courses　during　her　studies　at　the　University　of　North　Carolina。
　
　Ramirez　took　a　sip　of　wine；　nodded　with　appreciation；　and　stared　off　into　space　as　he　ordered　his　thoughts。　The　buzzing　and　chirping　of　millions　of　tropical　insects　came　through　the　screened　windows；　and　the　concert　provided　a　fitting　back　ground　for　tales　of　the　rain　forest。
　
　After　a　moment's　reflection；　he　said；　〃First　you　must　realize　as　we　sit　here　in　this　island　of　civilization；　with　our　propane　gas　stove　and　our　electrical　generator；　that　only　a　few　years　ago　we　would　have　been　dead　within　minutes　had　we　strayed　into　this　part　of　the　forest。　Fierce　Indians　inhabited　the　area。　Head　hunting　and　cannibalism　were　monplace。　Anyone；　whether　you　were　a　missionary　bringing　in　the　word　of　God　or　a　hunter　searching　for　animal　skins；　was　regarded　as　an　intruder　who　must　be　killed。　Only　recently　have　these　people　been　domesticated。〃
　
　〃Except　for　the　Chulo；〃　Gamay　ventured。
　
　〃Correct。　They　retreated　further　into　the　forest　rather　than　
　be　pacified。　I　must　confess　that　I　learned　more　about　them　today　than　I　knew　in　the　three　years　I　have　been　living　here。　I　have　seriously　doubted　they　even　exist。　With　this　tribe　you　must　separate　facts　from　legend。　The　other　Indians　avoid　the　forest　beyond　the　Great　Falls。　They　say　people　who　go　into　Chulo　territory　never　e　out。　Their　fear；　as　you　saw　today；　is　real。　Those　are　the　scant　facts。〃　〃And　the　legend？〃　Gamay　said。
　
　〃They　can　make　themselves　invisible；〃　Ramirez　said　with　a　smile。　〃They　can　fly。　They　can　pass　through　solid　obstacles。　They　are　more　like　ghosts　or　spirits　than　men。　They　can't　be　killed　by　ordinary　weapons。〃
　
　〃The　bullet　hole　we　saw　puts　that　myth　to　rest；〃　Paul　said。
　
　〃It　would　seem　so；〃　Ramirez　agreed。　〃There　is　another　story；　even　more　intriguing。　The　tribe　is　apparently　matriarchal。　A　woman　leads　it。　A　goddess；　in　fact。〃
　
　〃An　Amazon？〃　Gamay　suggested。
　
　In　answer；　Ramirez　pulled　an　object　from　his　pocket。　It　was　the　pendant　that　had　been　hanging　around　the　dead　man's　neck。　〃Perhaps　this　is　our　winged　goddess。　It　is　said　she　protects　her　tribe　and　that　her　vengeance　is　terrible。〃
　
　〃She　who　must　be　obeyed；〃　Gamay　said　dramatically。
　
　〃Pardon？〃
　
　Gamay　smiled。　〃It's　a　quote　from　an　adventure　story　I　read　when　I　was　young。　About　a　jungle　goddess　who　lived　for。　thou　sands　of　years　without　aging。〃
　
　Paul　took　the　pendant　and　studied　it。　〃Goddess　or　not；　she　didn't　do　a　very　good　job　of　guarding　the　native　we　saw。〃
　
　The　older　man's　face　darkened。　〃Yes；　but　at　the　same　time　。　。　。〃
　
　〃Is　there　something　wrong？〃　Gamay　said。　
　
　〃I'm　somewhat　concerned。　One　of　the　village　men　came　to　me。　He　said　there　were　stirrings　of　trouble　in　the　forest。〃　〃What　k