alistairmaclean.nightwithoutend-第6节
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Jackstraw nodded and went out； closing the door quickly behind him。 I turned to the man who still stood shakily in the aisle； still dazedly rubbing his hand； a big brown square hand matted on the back with black hair； across a bleeding forehead。 He looked at me for a moment； then stared down unprehendingly at the blood dripping on to the bright red tie and blue shirt that contrasted so oddly with the light grey gaberdine suit。 He closed his eyes tightly； then shook his head to clear it。
〃Sorry to ask the inevitable question。〃 The voice was quiet； deep； well under control。 〃But…what happened？〃
〃You crashed；〃 I said shortly。 〃What do you remember？〃
〃Nothing。 Well； that is； just a bump； then a loud screeching tearing noise…〃
〃Then you hit the door。〃 I gestured at the bloodstains behind me。 〃Sit down for a moment。 You'll be all right。〃 I'd lost interest in him and was staring down the length of the cabin。 I'd expected to see most of the seats wrenched off their bases； but instead they were all there exactly as they should have been； three wide to the left of me； two to the right； the seats in the front half facing aft； those to the rear facing forward。 More than that； I had expected to see people； injured； broken and moaning people； flung all over the seats and aisles： but the big passenger partment seemed almost empty； and there wasn't a sound to be heard。
But it wasn't empty； not quite。 Apart from the man by my side there were； I found； nine others altogether。 Two men lay in the front part of the aisle。 One； a big broad…shouldered man with curly dark hair； was propped up on an elbow； staring around him with a puzzled frown on his face； near him； lying on his side； was a smaller； much older man； but all I could see of him were a few wisps of black hair plastered across a bald head； a Glenurquhart plaid jacket that seemed a couple of sizes too big for him and the loudest check tie it had ever been my misfortune to see。 It seemed obvious that they had been sitting together in the left…hand seat adjacent to them and had been flung out when the plane crashed into the ice…mound and slewed violently to one side。
In the seat beyond that； also on the left； a man sat by himself。 My first reaction was surprise that he； too； hadn't been hurled into the aisle； but then I saw that he was awake and fully conscious。 He was sitting rigidly in his seat； pressed in hard against the window； legs braced on the floor； holding on with both hands to the table fixed to the seat in front： tautened tendons ridged the backs of his thin white hands； and his knuckles gleamed in the torch…light。 I lifted the beam higher； saw that he was wearing a close…fitting clerical collar。
〃Relax； Reverend；〃 I said soothingly。 〃Terra firma once more； and this is as far as you are going。〃 He said nothing； just stared at me through rimless glasses； so I left him。 He seemed unhurt。
Four people sat in the right…hand side of the front part of the plane； each one in a window seat； two women； two men。 One of the women was fairly elderly； but so heavily made…up and with her hair so expensively dyed and marcelled that I couldn't have guessed her age within ten years： her face； somehow； seemed vaguely familiar。 She was awake； and looking slowly about her； her eyes empty of understanding。 So； too； was the woman in the next seat； an even more expensive…looking creature with a mink coat flung cape…wise over her shoulders to show a simple green jersey dress that I suspected cost a small fortune： she was about twenty…five； I guessed； and with her blonde hair； grey eyes and perfect features would have been one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen； if it weren't for the overfull and rather sulky mouth。 Maybe； I thought uncharitably； she remembered to do something about that mouth when she was fully awake。 But right then； she wasn't fully awake： none of them was； they all behaved as if they were being dragged up from the depths of an exhausting sleep。
Still more asleep than awake were the other two men in the front； one a big； burly； high…coloured man of about fifty…five； with the gleaming thick white hair and moustache of the caricature of a Dixie colonel： the other was a thin elderly man； his face heavily lined； unmistakably Jewish。
Not bad going so far； I thought with relief。 Eight people； and only one cut forehead among the lot of them…the perfect argument； if ever there was one； for having all seats in a plane face towards the rear。 No question but that they all owed； if not their lives； at least their immunity to injury to the fact that their high…backed seats had almost pletely cushioned and absorbed the shock of impact。
The two passengers in the rear end of the cabin were the perfect argument for not having the seat face forward。 The first I came to…a brown…haired young girl of about eighteen or nineteen； wearing a belted raincoat…was lying on the floor between two seats。 She was stirring； and as I put my hands under her arms to help her up； she screamed in sudden pain。 I changed my grip and lifted her gently on to the seat。
〃My shoulder。〃 Her voice was low and husky。 〃It is very sore。〃
〃I'm not surprised。〃 I'd eased back the blouse at the neck and closed it again。 〃Your clavicle…the collar…bone…is gone。 Just sit there and hold your left arm in your right hand 。 。 。 yes； so。 I'll strap you up later。 You won't feel a thing； I promise you。〃
She smiled at me； half…timidly； half…gratefully； and said nothing。 I left her； went to the very rear seat in the plane； stooped to examine the man there then straightened in almost the same instant： the weirdly unnatural angle of the head on the shoulders made any examination superfluous。
I turned and walked forward； everybody was awake now； sitting upright or struggling dazedly to their feet； their half…formed questions as dazed as the expressions on their faces。 I ignored them for a moment； looked questioningly at Jackstraw as he came through the forward door； closely followed by Joss。
〃She won't e。〃 Jackstraw jerked his thumb over his shoulder。 〃She's awake； but she won't leave the wireless operator。〃
〃She's all right？〃
〃Her back hurts； I think。 She wouldn't say。〃
I made no answer and moved across to the main door…the one we'd failed to open from the outside。 I supposed it no business of mine if the stewardess chose to devote her attention to a member of the crew instead of to the passengers who were her charges。 But it was damned queer all the same…almost as queer as the fact that though the inevitability of the crash must have been known for at least fifteen minutes before the actual event； not one of the ten passengers in the cabin had been wearing a seat…belt…and the stewardess； wireless operator and the crew member in the rest room appeared to have been caught pletely unprepared。
The circular door handle refused to budge。 I called Jackstraw； but even the extra weight made not the slightest impression on it。 Obviously； it was immovably jammed…there must have been a slight telescoping effect along the entire length of the fuselage as the plane had crashed into the ice…mound。 If the door I had noticed behind the control cabin was as badly warped as this one …and； being nearer the point of impact； it almost inevitably would be…then they'd all have to leave via the windscreens of the control cabin。 I thought of the wireless operator with his dreadful head wound and wondered bleakly whether even trying to move him out could be more than a futile gesture； anyway。
A figure barred my way as I turned from the door。 It was the white…haired； white…moustached Dixie colonel。 His face was dark red； his eyes light blue； choleric and protuberant。 It only required someone to get this man good and mad and he would be no more than a debit entry in the account book of some life assurance pany。 And he seemed good and mad now。
〃What's happened？ What in the devil is all this？〃 He had a voice like a Dixie colonel too； the Mason…Dixon line lay far to the north of wherever he had been born。 〃We've landed。 Why？ What are we doing here？ What's the noise outside？ And… and who in the name of heaven are you？〃
A big business tycoon； I thought wryly； with money enough and power enough to indulge an obviously over…generous capacity for righteous indignation： if I was going to meet any trouble； it wasn't hard to guess the direction it was going to e from。 But； right then； there was some excuse for his attitude： I wondered how I would have felt if I had gone to sleep in a trans…Atlantic airliner and woken up to find myself landed in the freezing middle of nowhere with three fur…clad people； plete with snow…goggles and snow…masks； waddling about the aisle of the plane。
〃You've crash…landed；〃 I said briefly。 〃I don't know why…how the hell should I？ The noise outside is an ice…blizzard rattling against the fuselage。 As for us； we are scientists managing an International Geophysical Year station half a mile from here。 We saw and heard you just before you crashed。〃
I made to push past him； but he barred my way。
〃Just a minute； if you don't mind。〃 The voice was more authoritative than ever and there was
