cb.imajica1-第63节
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e bushes around the step。 He returned at six…forty with Dowd； who had barely stepped through the door before he pronounced that there would be no opera visit tonight： Godolphin contradicted him immediately； much to his chagrin； telling Jude to go and get ready； they'd be leaving in twenty minutes。
As she dutifully headed upstairs； she heard Dowd say； 〃You know McGann wants to see you？〃
〃We can do both；〃 Oscar replied。 〃Did you put out the black suit？ No？ What have you been doing all day？ No； don't tell me。 Not on an empty stomach。〃
Oscar looked handsome in black； and she told him so when； twenty…five minutes later； he came downstairs。 In response to the pliment； he smiled and made a small bow。
〃And you were never lovelier；〃 he replied。 〃You know； I don't have a photograph of you？ I'd like one； for my wallet。 We'll have Dowd organize it。〃
By now； Dowd was conspicuous by his absence。 Most evenings he would play chauffeur； but tonight he apparently had other business。
〃We're going to have to miss the first act；〃 Oscar said as they drove。 〃I've got a little errand to run in Highgate； if you'll bear with me。〃 〃I don't mind；〃 she said。
He patted her hand。 〃It won't take long；〃 he said。 Perhaps because he didn't often take the wheel himself he concentrated hard as he drove； and though the news item she'd seen was still very much in her mind she was loath to distract him with talk。 They made good time； threading their way through the back streets to avoid thoroughfares clogged by rain…slowed traffic； and arriving in a veritable cloudburst。
〃Here we are；〃 he said； though the windshield was so awash she could barely see ten yards ahead。 〃You stay in the warm。 I won't be long。〃
He left her in the car and sprinted across a courtyard towards an anonymous building。 Nobody came to the front door。 It opened automatically and closed after him。 Only when he'd disappeared； and the thunderous drumming of the rain on the roof had diminished somewhat； did she lean forward to peer out through the watery windshield at the building itself。 Despite the rain； she recognized instantly the tower from the dream of blue eye。 Without conscious instruction her hand went to the door and opened it； as her breath quickened with denials。
〃Oh； no。 Oh； no。 。 。。〃
She got out of the car and turned her face up to the cold rain and to an even colder memory。 She'd let this place… and indeed the journey that had brought her here； her mind moving through the streets touching this woman's grief and that woman's rage…slip into the dubious territory that lay between recollections of the real and those of the dreamed。 In essence； she'd allowed herself to believe it had never happened。 But here was the very place； to the window； to the brick。 And if the exterior was so exactly as she'd seen it； why should she doubt that the interior would be any different？
There'd been a labyrinthine cellar； she remembered； lined with shelves piled high with books and manuscripts。 There'd been a wall （lovers coupling against it） and； behind it； hidden from every sight but hers； a cell in which a bound woman had lain in darkness for a suffering age。 She heard the prisoner's scream now； in her mind's ear： that howl of madness that had driven her up out of the ground and back through the dark streets to the safety of her own house and head。 Was the woman still screaming； she wondered； or had she sunk back into the atose state from which she'd been so unkindly woken？ The thought of her pain brought tears to Jude's eyes； mingling with the rain。
〃What are you doing？〃
Oscar had reappeared from the tower and was hurrying across the gravel towards her； his jacket raised and tented over his head。
〃My dear； you'll freeze to death。 Get in the car。 Please； please。 Get in the car。〃
She did as he suggested； the rain running down her neck。
〃I'm sorry；〃 she said。 〃I 。 。 。 I wondered where you'd gone； that was all。 Then 。 。 。 I don't know 。 。 。 the place seemed familiar。〃
〃It's a place of no importance；〃 he said。 〃You're shivering。 Would you prefer we didn't go to the opera？〃
〃Would you mind？〃
〃Not in the least。 Pleasure shouldn't be a trial。 You're wet and cold； and we can't have you getting a chill。 One sickly individual's enough。〃
She didn't question this last remark； there was too much； else on her mind。 She wanted to sob； though whether out of joy or sorrow she wasn't sure。 The dream she'd e to dismiss as fancy was founded in solid fact； and this solid fact beside her…Godolphin…was in turn touched by something momentous。 She'd been persuaded by his practiced understatement： the way he talked of traveling to the Dominions as he would of boarding a train； and his expeditions in Yzordderrex as a form of tourism as yet unavailable to the great unwashed。 But his reductionism was a screen…whether he was aware of the fact or not…a ploy to conceal the greater significance of his business。 His ignorance； or arrogance； might well kill him； she began to suspect： which thought was the sorrow in her。 And the joy？ That she might save him； and he learn to love her out of gratitude。
Back at the house they both changed out of their formal attire。 When she emerged from her room on the top floor she found him on the stairs； waiting for her。
〃I wonder。 。 。 perhaps we should talk？〃
They went downstairs into the tasteful clutter of the lounge。 The rain beat against the window。 He drew the curtains and poured them brandies to fortify them against the cold。 Then he sat down opposite her。
〃We have a problem； you and I。〃
〃We do？〃
〃There's so much we have to say to each other。 At least 。 。 。 here am I presuming it's reciprocal； but for myself； certainly 。。 。 certainly I've got a good deal I want to say； and I'm damned if I know where to begin。 I'm aware that I owe you explanations； about what you saw at the estate； about
Dowd and the voiders； about what I did to Charlie。 The list goes on。 And I've tried； really I have； to find some way to
make it all clear to you。 But the truth is； I'm not sure of the truth myself。 Memory plays such tricks〃…she made a mur…mur of agreement…〃especially when you're dealing with
places and people who seem to belong half in your dreams。
Or in your nightmares。〃 He drained his glass and reached for the bottle he'd set on the table beside him。
〃I don't like Dowd；〃 she said suddenly。 〃And I don't
trust him。〃
He looked up from refilling his glass。 〃That's percep…tive；〃 he said。 〃You want some more brandy？〃 She prof…fered her glass； and he poured her an ample measure。 〃I agree with you；〃 he said。 〃He's a dangerous creature； for a number of reasons。〃
〃Can't you get rid of him？〃
〃He knows too much； I'm afraid。 He'd be more danger…ous out of my employ than in it。〃
〃Has he got something to do with these murders？ Just today； I saw the news…〃
He waved her inquiry away。 〃You don't need to know about any of that； my dear；〃 he said。 〃But if you're at risk…〃
〃I'm not。 I'm not。 At least be reassured about that。〃 〃So you know all about it？〃
〃Yes；〃 he said heavily。 〃I know a little something。 And so does Dowd。 In fact； he knows more about this whole situation than you and I put together。〃
She wondered about this。 Did Dowd know about the prisoner behind the wall； for instance； or was that a secret she had entirely to herself？ If so； perhaps she'd be wise to keep it that way。 When so many players in this game had information she lacked； sharing anything…even with Oscar…might weaken her position； perhaps threaten her life。 Some part of her nature not susceptible to the blandishments of luxury or the need for love was lodged behind that wall with the woman she'd woken。 She would leave it there； safe in the darkness。 The rest…anything else she knew…she'd share。
〃You're not the only one who crosses over；〃 she said。 〃A friend of mine went。〃
〃Really？〃 he said。 〃Who？〃
〃His name's Gentle。 Actually； his real name's Za…charias。 John Furie Zacharias。 Charlie knew him a little。〃
〃Charlie。 。 。 。〃 Oscar shook his head。 〃Poor Charlie。〃 Then he said； 〃Tell me about Gentle。〃
〃It's plicated；〃 she said。 〃When I left Charlie he got very vengeful。 He hired somebody to kill me。 。 。。〃
She went on to tell Oscar about the murder attempt in New York and Gentle's later intervention； then about the events of New Year's Eve。 As she related this she had the distinct impression that at least some of what she was telling him he already knew； a suspicion confirmed when she'd finished her description of Gentle's removal from this Dominion。
〃The mystif took him？〃 he said。 〃My God； that's a risk！〃
〃What's a mystif？〃 she asked。
〃A very rare creature indeed。 One would be born into the Eurhetemec tribe once in a generation。 They're reputedly extraordinary lovers。 As I understand it； they have no sexual identity； except as a function of their partner's desire。〃
〃That sounds like Gentle's idea of paradise。〃
〃As long as you know what you want；〃 Oscar said。 〃If you don't I daresay it could get very confusing。〃
She laughed。 〃He knows what he wants； believe me。〃
〃You speak from experience？〃
〃Bitter experience。〃
〃He may have bitten off more than he can chew； so to speak； keeping the pany of a mystif。 My friend in Yzo
