bl.necroscope2-第25节
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〃The drive was fine。〃 George forced a smile； checking Yulian out but unobtrusively。 The youth topped him by a good three inches。 Add his hair to that and he looked taller still。 Seventeen and already he was a big man。 Big…boned； anyway。 But give him another stone in weight and he'd be like a barn door！ Also； his handshake was iron。 Hardly limp…wristed； no matter the length of his fingers。
George was suddenly very much aware of his own thinning hair； his small paunch and slightly stodgy appearance。 But at least I can go out in the sun！ he thought。 Yulian's pallor was one thing that never changed； even here he stood in the shade of the old house； like part of its shadow。
But if the last two years had improved Yulian； they'd not been so kind to his mother。
〃Georgina！〃 Anne had meanwhile turned to her cousin； hugging her。 Beneath the hug she had felt how frail she was； how trembly。 The loss of her husband almost eighteen years before was still taking its toll。 〃And。。。 and looking so well！〃
Liar！ George couldn't help thinking。 Well？ She looks like something clockwork that's about wound itself down！
It was true…Georgina seemed like an automaton。 She spoke and moved as if programmed。 〃Anne； George； Helen…so good to see you all again。 So glad you accepted Yulian's invitation。 But e in； e in。 You can guess what we've got for you； of course。 A cream tea； naturally！〃
She led the way； floating light as air； and went inside。 Yulian paused at the door； turned and said； 〃Yes； do e in。 Feel free。 Enter freely and make yourselves at home。〃 The way he said it； somehow ritualistically； made his wele sound quite odd。 As George； at the rear； made to pass him； Yulian added； 〃Can I bring in your luggage for you？〃
〃Why； thanks；〃 said George。 〃Here； I'll give you a hand。〃
〃Not necessary；〃 Yulian smiled。 〃Just give me the keys。〃 He opened the boot and took out their cases as if they were empty and weighed nothing。 It wasn't just show； George could see that。 Yulian was very strong。。。
Following him inside the house； and feeling just a shade useless； George paused on hearing a low growl of warning which came from an open cloakroom in an alcove to one side of the entrance hall。 In there； in the deepest shadows behind a dark oak coatstand； something black as sin moved and yellow eyes glared。 George looked harder； said； 〃What in…？〃 and the growling came louder。
Yulian； half…way down the corridor towards the stairs； turned and looked back。 〃Oh； don't let him intimidate you； George。 His bark is worse than his bite； I assure you。〃 And in a harsher tone of mand： 〃e； boy； out into the light where we can see you。〃
A black Alsatian； almost full grown； （was this monster really Yulian's pup？） came slinking into view； baring its teeth at George as it slid by him。 The dog went straight to Yulian； stood waiting。 George noticed that it didn't wag its tail。
〃It's all right； old friend；〃 the youth murmured。 〃You make yourself scarce。〃 At which the vicious looking creature moved on into the house。
〃Good Lord！〃 said George。 〃Thank goodness he's well trained。 What's his name？〃
〃Vlad；〃 Yulian answered at once； turning away； cases and all。 〃It's Romanian； I believe。 Means 〃Prince〃 or something。 Or it did in the old times。。。 〃
Yulian wasn't much visible for the next two or three days。 The fact did not especially bother George； if anything he was relieved。 Anne merely thought it odd that he wasn't around； Helen felt he was avoiding her and was annoyed about it； but she didn't let it show。 〃What does he do with himself all day？〃 Anne asked Georgina； for the sake of something to say； when they were alone together one morning。
Georgina's eyes seemed constantly dull； but only mention Yulian and they'd take on a startled； almost shocked brightness。 Anne mentioned him now…and sure enough； there was that look。
〃Oh； he has his interests。。。〃 She at once tried to change the subject； words tumbling out of her： 〃We're thinking about having the old stables down。 There are extensive vaults under the grounds…old cellars； wine cellars my grandfather used…and Yulian thinks the stables will crash right through to them one day。 If we have them down we'll sell the stone。 It's good stone and should fetch a decent price。〃
〃Vaults？ I didn't know that。 You say Yulian goes down there？〃
〃To check their condition；〃 （more words babbling out of her。） 〃He worries about maintenance。。。 could collapse； make the house unsafe。。。 just old corridors； almost like tunnels； and vaults opening off them。 Full of nitre； spiders； rotten old wine racks。。。 nothing of interest。〃
Seeing the sudden build…up of her…frenzy？…Anne got up； crossed to Georgina； laid a hand on her frail shoulder。 The older woman reacted as if she'd been slapped； jerked away from Anne。 Her eyes suddenly focussed。 〃Anne；〃 she said； her voice a shivering whisper； 〃don't ask about that place below。 And never go down there！ It's not。。。 not safe down there。。。 〃
The Lakes had e down from London on the third Thursday in August。 The weather was very hot and showed no sign of letting up。 On the Monday Anne and Helen drove off to buy straw sunhats for themselves in Paignton a few miles away。 Georgina was having her noontime snooze and Yulian was nowhere to be found。
George remembered Anne mentioning the vaults under the house： wine cellars； according to Georgina。 With nothing better to do he went out； walked round the house to the back； came face to face with a sort of shed built of old stone。 He'd noticed it before； had long since concluded that it must be an old； disused outdoor loo and until now had had nothing more to do with it。 It had a tiled； sloping roof and a door facing away from the house。 Shrubbery grew rank； untended all about。 The door was sagging on rotten hinges but George managed to drag it ajar。 And squeezing inside； he knew at once that this must be an entrance to the alleged cellars。 Narrow stone steps went down steeply on both sides of a ramp perfectly suited for the rolling of barrels。 You could find covered delivery points like this in the yard of any old pub。 He went carefully down the steps to a door at the bottom； began to push it squealingly open。
Vald was in there！
His muzzle came through the first three inches of gap even as George pushed on the door。 The snarl of rage preceded it by the merest fraction of a second； and snarl and snout both were the only warning George got。 Shocked； he snatched back his hands； and only just in time。 The Alsatian's teeth snapped on the door jamb where his fingers had been； tearing off long splinters of wood。 Heart hammering； George leaned on the door； closed it。 He'd seen the dog's eyes and they had looked quite hateful。
But why would Vlad be down there in the first place？ George could only suppose that Yulian had put him there to keep him out of the way while guests were around。 A wise move； for obviously Vlad's bark was not as bad as his bite！ Maybe Yulian was down there with him。 Well； they were a duo George could well do without。。。
Feeling shaken； he left the grounds and walked half a mile down the road to a pub at the crossroads。 On the way； surrounded by fields and lanes； birdsong and the normal； entirely pleasant hum of insects in the hedgerows； his nerves slowly recovered。 The sun was hot and by the time he reached his destination he was ready for a drink。
The pub was ancient； thatched； all oak beams and horse…brasses； with a gently ticking grandfather clock and a massive white cat overhanging its own chair。 After Vlad； George could stand cats well enough。 He ordered a lager； perched himself on a barstool。
There were others in the bar： a fashionable young couple seated well away from George at a corner table close to small…paned windows； who doubtless owned the little sports job he'd seen parked in the yard； local youths in another corner； playing dominoes； and two old…timers deep in conversation over their pints at a table close by。 It was the muttered； lowered tones of this latter pair which attracted him。 Sipping his ice…cold lager and after the bartender had moved on to other tasks； George thought he heard the word 〃Harkley〃 and his ears pricked up。 Harkley House was Georgina's place。
〃Oh； ar？ That 〃un up there； hey？ A funny 〃un； I'm told。〃
〃Course there ain't a jot o〃 proof； but she'd bin seen wi〃
〃im； right enough。 An〃 clean off Sharkham Point she went； down Brixham way。 Terrible！〃
A local tragedy； obviously； thought George。 The Point was a headland of cliffs projecting into the sea。 He glanced at the two old…timers； nodded and had his nod returned； turned back to his drink。 But their conversation stayed with him。 One of them was thin； ferret…faced； the other red and portly； the latter doing the story…telling。
Now he continued； 〃Carryin〃； o〃 course。〃
〃Pregnant； were she？〃 the thin one gasped。 〃It were 〃is； you reckon？〃
〃I reckons nuthin〃；〃 the first denied。 〃No proof； like I said。 An〃 anyway； she were a rum 〃un。 But so young。 〃Tis a pity。〃
〃A pity's right；〃 the thin one agreed。 〃But ter jump like that。。。 what made 〃er do it； d'you think？ I mean； unwed an〃 carryin〃 these days ain't nuthin。
Out of the corner of his eye； George saw them lean closer。 Their voices fell lower still and he strai
