p&c.icelimit-第45节

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　〃What　will　happen　to　the　ring？〃　Glinn　asked。
　〃It'll　stay　with　me　into　the　grave。〃
　〃No　children？〃　Glinn　already　knew　that　Puppup　was　the　last　of　the　Yaghan；　but　he　wanted　to　gauge　the　answer。
　Puppup　shook　his　head。
　Glinn　nodded；　still　holding　the　hand。　〃Are　there　no　others　left　at　all？〃
　〃A　few　mestizos；　but　I'm　the　last　one　to　speak　the　lingo。〃
　〃That　must　make　you　sad。〃
　〃There's　an　ancient　Yaghan　legend；　and　the　older　I　get　the　more　I　think　it　was　meant　for　me。〃
　〃What　is　that？〃
　〃When　the　time　es　for　the　last　Yaghan　to　die；　Hanuxa　himself　will　draw　him　down　into　the　earth。　From　his　bones；　a　new　race　will　grow。〃
　Glinn　let　go　of　Puppup's　hand。　〃And　how　would　Hanuxa　take　the　last　Yaghan？〃
　Puppup　shook　his　head。　〃It's　a　bloody　superstition；　isn't　it　then？　I　don't　remember　the　details。〃
　Glinn　didn't　push。　This　was　the　old　Puppup　talking　again。　He　realized　there　was　no　way　to　know　if　he　had　been　successful　in　reaching　him。　〃John；　I　need　your　help　with　andante　Emiliano　Vallenar。　His　presence　here　is　a　threat　to　our　mission。　What　can　you　tell　me　about　him？〃
　Puppup　shook　another　cigarette　out　of　the　pack。　〃andante　Emiliano　came　down　here　twenty…five　years　ago。　After　the　Pinochet　coup。〃
　〃Why？〃
　〃His　father　fell　out　of　a　helicopter　while　being　questioned。　An　Allende　man。　So　was　the　son。　He　was　posted　down　here　to　keep　him　at　arm's　length；　like。〃
　Glinn　nodded。　That　explained　a　great　deal。　Not　only　his　disgrace　in　the　Chilean　navy；　but　his　hatred　of　the　Americans；　possibly　even　his　self…loathing　as　a　Chilean。　〃Why　is　he　still　manding　a　destroyer？〃
　〃He　knows　certain　things　about　certain　people；　don't　he？　He's　a　good　officer。　And　andante　Emiliano　is　very　stubborn。　And　very　careful。〃
　〃I　see；〃　said　Glinn；　noting　the　shrewdness　of　Puppup's　insights。　〃Is　there　anything　else　about　him　that　I　should　know？　Is　he　married？〃
　Puppup　licked　the　end　of　a　new　cigarette　and　placed　it　between　his　lips。　〃The　andante　is　a　double　murderer。〃
　Glinn　stifled　his　surprise　by　lighting　the　cigarette。
　〃He　brought　his　wife　to　Puerto　Williams。　It's　a　bad　place　for　a　woman。　There's　nothing　to　do；　no　dances；　no　fiestas。　During　the　Falklands　War；　the　andante　was　put　on　a　long　tour　of　duty　in　the　Estrecho　de　Magallanes；　keeping　the　Argentinian　fleet　pinned　down　for　the　British。　When　he　came　back；　he　discovered　his　wife　had　taken　a　lover。〃　Puppup　took　a　deep　drag。　〃The　andante　was　clever。　He　waited　until　he　could　walk　in　on　them；　doing　it；　like。　He　cut　her　throat。　As　I　heard　it；　he　did　something　even　worse　to　the　man。　He　bled　to　death　on　the　way　to　the　hospital　in　Punta　Arenas。〃
　〃Why　wasn't　he　put　in　prison？〃
　〃Down　here；　you　don't　just　tell　your　rival　to　sod　off。　Chileans　have　old　notions　of　honor；　don't　they？〃　Puppup　spoke　very　clearly；　very　matter…of…factly。　〃If　he　had　killed　them　outside　the　bedroom；　it　would　have　been　different。　But。。。〃　He　shrugged。　〃Everyone　understood　why　a　man　who　saw　his　wife　like　that　would　do　what　he　did。　And　that's　another　reason　why　the　andante　kept　his　mand　so　long。〃
　〃Why　is　that？〃
　〃He's　a　man　who　might　do　anything。〃
　Glinn　paused　a　moment；　looking　out　across　the　channel　at　the　destroyer。　It　hung　there；　motionless；　dark。　〃There's　something　else　I　must　ask　you；〃　he　said；　his　eyes　still　on　the　warship。　〃That　merchant　in　Punta　Arenas；　the　one　you　sold　the　prospector's　equipment　to。　Would　he　remember　you？　Would　he　be　able　to　identify　you；　if　asked？〃
　Puppup　seemed　to　think　for　a　minute。　〃Can't　say；〃　he　answered　at　last。　〃It　was　a　big　shop。　Then　again；　there　aren't　many　Yaghan　Indians　in　Punta　Arenas。　And　we　had　quite　a　bargaining　session。〃
　〃I　see；〃　said　Glinn。　〃Thank　you；　John。　You've　been　very　helpful。〃
　〃Speak　nothing　of　it；　guv'nor；〃　said　Puppup。　He　looked　sidelong　at　Glinn；　eyes　sparkling　with　shrewdness　and　amusement。
　Glinn　thought　quickly。　Sometimes　it　was　best　to　confess　a　lie　immediately。　If　done　properly；　it　could　breed　a　perverse　kind　of　trust。
　〃I'm　afraid　I　haven't　been　entirely　honest　with　you；〃　he　said。　〃I　know　a　lot　about　Captain　Fitzroy。　But　he　isn't　actually　my　ancestor。〃
　Puppup　cackled　unpleasantly。　〃Of　course　not。　No　more　than　Fuegia　Basket　was　mine。〃
　A　gust　of　bitter　Wind　tore　at　Glinn's　collar。　He　glanced　over　at　Puppup。　〃How　did　you　get　the　ring　then？〃
　〃With　us　Yaghans；　so　many　died　that　the　last　one　left　inherited　the　lot。　That's　how　I　got　the　bonnet　and　the　ring；　and　just　about　everything　else。〃　Puppup　continued　gazing　at　Glinn　in　a　bemused　way。
　〃What　happened　to　it　all？〃
　〃Sold　most　of　it。　Drank　the　proceeds。〃
　Glinn；　startled　again　at　the　directness　of　the　response；　realized　he　hadn't　even　begun　to　understand　the　Yaghan。　〃When　this　is　over；〃　the　old　man　added；　〃you'll　have　to　take　me　with　you；　wherever　you're　going。　I　can't　go　back　home　again。〃
　〃Why　not？〃　But　even　as　he　asked　the　question；　Glinn　realized　he　already　knew　the　answer。
　
　Rolvaag；
　11：20　P。M。
　
　MCFARLANE　WALKED　down　the　blue…carpeted　corridor　of　the　lower　bridge　deck。　He　was　bone　tired；　yet　he　could　not　sleep。　Too　much　had　happened　for　one　day：　the　long　string　of　bizarre　discoveries；　the　deaths　of　Rochefort　and　Evans；　the　reappearance　of　the　destroyer。　Having　given　up　on　sleep；　he　found　himself　roaming　the　decks　of　the　Rolvaag　like　a　restless　apparition。
　Now　he　paused　before　a　stateroom　door。　His　feet；　unbidden；　had　brought　him　to　Amira's　cabin。　He　realized；　with　surprise；　that　he　wanted　her　pany。　Her　cynical　laugh　might　be　just　the　bracing　tonic　he　needed。　Time　spent　with　her　would　be　mercifully　free　of　chitchat　or　exhaustive　explanations。　He　wondered　if　she'd　be　interested　in　a　cup　of　coffee　in　the　wardroom；　or　a　game　of　pool。
　He　knocked　on　the　door。　〃Rachel？〃
　There　was　no　response。　She　couldn't　be　sleeping　…　Amira　claimed　she　had　never　gone　to　bed　before　3　A。M。　in　the　last　ten　years。
　He　knocked　again。　The　unlatched　door　eased　open　under　the　pressure　of　his　knuckles。
　〃Rachel？　It's　Sam。〃　He　stepped　inside；　curious　despite　himself；　he　had　never　been　inside　Amira's　cabin。　Instead　of　the　disarray；　the　confused　riot　of　sheets　and　cigar　ash　and　clothes　he　expected；　the　place　looked　fastidiously　clean。　The　sofa　and　chairs　were　neatly　arranged；　the　shelves　of　scientific　manuals　carefully　ordered。　For　a　moment　he　wondered　if　she　was　even　living　there；　until　he　saw　a　litter　of　broken　peanut　shells；　lying　in　a　semicircle　underneath　the　puter　table。
　He　smiled　fondly　as　he　stepped　toward　the　table。　His　eyes　strayed　to　the　screen　and　were　arrested　by　the　sight　of　his　own　last　name。
　A　two…page　document　stood　in　the　nearby　printer。　Snatching　the　top　page；　he　began　to　read。
　EES　CONFIDENTIAL
　From：　R。　Amira
　To：　E。　Glinn
　Subject：　S。　McFarlane
　
　Since　the　last　report；　the　subject　has　bee　increasingly　engrossed　with　the　meteorite　and　its　inprehensibility。　He　is　still　ambivelent　about　the　project；　and　about　Lloyd　himself；　he　has　also　been　drawn　in；　almost　against　his　will；　by　the　problems　the　meteorite　poses。　There　is　little　talk　between　us　of　anything　else　…　at　least；　until　what　happened　at　the　site　this　morning。　I　am　not　sure　he　is　being　pletely　forthright　with　me；　but　I'm　not　fortable　pressing　the　issue　any　farther。
　After　the　meteorite　was　first　uncovered；　I　initiated　a　conversation　about　his　earlier　theory　about　the　existence　of　interstellar　meteorites。　While　reluctant　at　first；　he　soon　became　enthusiastic；　explaining　how　the　theory　fits　the　Desolacion　meteorite。　However；　he　felt　a　need　for　secrecy　and　asked　me　not　to　share　his　suspicions　with　anyone。　As　you　must　know　from　this　morning's　discussion；　his　belief　in　its　interstellar　nature　is；　if　anything；　growing。　
　
　There　was　a　closing　of　a　door；　the　sharp　intake　of　breath。　McFarlane　turned。　Amira　stood　with　her　back　to　the　cabin　door。　She　was　still　dressed　for　dinner　in　a　knee…length　black　dress；　but　she　had　thrown　her　parka　over　her　shoulders　for　the　trip　to　the　missary。　She　was　in　the　act　of　pulling　a　newly　purchased　bag　of　peanuts　from　one　of　the　pockets。　She　glanced　at　him；　then　at　the　paper　in　his　hand；　and　became　still。
　For　a　moment；　they　simply　looked　at　each　other。　Slowly；　as　if　by　its　own　accord；　the　bag　of　peanuts　dropped　back　into　the　pocket　of　the　parka。
　More　than　anything　else；　McFarlane　felt　a　bleakness　spread　through　him。　It　was　as　if；　after　all　the　recent　shocks；　he　could　find　no　more　reserves　of　emotion　to　draw　on。
　〃Well；〃　he　said　finally。　〃Looks　like　I'm　not　the　only　Judas　on　this　boat。〃
　Amira　returned　his　gaze；　her　face　pale。　〃You　always　break　into　other　people's　rooms　and　read　their　private　papers？〃
　McFarlane　smiled　coldly。　He　flipped　the　paper　onto　the　desk。　〃Sorry；　but　this　work　is　unsatisfactory。　‘Ambivalent'　is　misspelled。　Eli's　not　going　to　paste　a　star　by　your　name　today。〃　He　stepped　toward　the　door　that　was　still　blocked　by　her　body。　〃Please　step　aside。〃
　Amira　faltered；　dropped　her　eyes；　but　she　did　not　step　away。　〃Wait；〃　she　said。
　〃I　said；　step　aside。〃
　She　nodded　toward　the　printer。　〃Not　until　you　read　the　rest。〃
　A　flush　of　rage　coursed　through　him　at　this；　and　he　raised　his　hand　to　brush　her　aside。　Then；　mastering　himself；　he　willed　his　hand　back　down。　〃I've　read　quite　enough；　thanks。　Now　get　the　hell　out　of　my　way。〃
　〃Re