alistairmaclean.bearisland-第22节
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wrong。〃 Lonnie came without a single murmur of protest。 Clearly； he had his emergency supplies cached in his cabin。 On our stumbling descent of the panionway he said：
〃You think I'm headed for the next world with my gas pedal flat on the floor； don't you？〃
〃As long as you don't hit anybody it's none of my business how you drive； Lonnie。〃
He stumbled into his cabin； sat heavily on his bed； then moved with remarkable swiftness to one side： I could only conclude that he'd inadvertently sat on a bottle of Scotch。 He looked at me； pondering； then said：
〃Tell me； my boy； do you think they have bars in heaven？〃
〃I'm afraid I have no information on that one； Lonnie。〃
〃Quite； quite。 It makes a gratifying change to find a doctor who is not the source of all wisdom。 You may leave me now； my good fellow。〃
I looked at Neal Divine； now quietly asleep； and at Lonnie； impatiently and for obvious reasons awaiting my departure； and left them both。
Mary Stuart was sitting where I'd left her； arms straight out on either side and fingers splayed to counteract the now noticeably heavier pitching of the Morning Pose： the rolling effect； on the other hand； was considerably less； so I assumed that the wind was still veering in a northerly direction。 She looked at me with the normally big brown eyes now preternaturally huge in a dreadfully tired face； then looked away again。
〃I'm sorry；〃 I found myself apologising。 〃I've been discussing classics and theology with our production manager。〃 I made for my corner seat and sat down gratefully。 〃Do you know him at all？〃
〃Everybody knows Lonnie。〃 She tried to smile。 〃We worked together in the last picture I made。〃 Again she essayed a smile。 〃Did you see it？〃
〃No。〃 I'd heard about it though； enough to make me walk five miles out of my way to avoid it。
〃It was awful。 I was awful。 I can't imagine why they gave me another chance。〃
〃You're a very beautiful girl；〃 I said。 〃You don't have to be able to act。 Performance detracts from appearance。 Anyway； you may be an excellent actress。 I wouldn't know。 About Lonnie？〃
〃Yes。 He was there。 So was Mr。 Gerran and Mr。 Heissman。〃 I said nothing so she went on： 〃This is the third picture we've all made together。
The third since Mr。 Heissman…well； since he…〃
I know。 Mr。 Heissman was away for quite a bit。〃
〃Lonnie's such a nice man。 He's so helpful and kind and I think he's a very wise man。 But he's a funny man。 You know that Lonnie likes to take a drink。 One day； after twelve hours on the set and all of us dead tired； when we got back to the hotel I asked for a double gin and he became very angry with me。 Why should he be like that？〃
〃Because he's a funny man。 So you like him？〃
〃How could I not like him？ He likes everybody so everybody just likes him back。 Even Mr。 Gerran likes him…they're very close。 But； then； they've known each other for years and years。〃
I didn't know that。 Has Lonnie a family？ Is he married？〃
〃I don't know。 I think he was。 Maybe he's divorced。 Why do you ask so many questions about him？〃
〃Because Fin a typically knowing； prying sawbones and I like to know as much as possible about people who are or may be my patients。 For instance； I know enough about Lonnie now never to give him a brandy if he were in need of a restorative for it wouldn't have the slightest effect。〃
She smiled and closed her eyes。 Conversation over。 I took another steamer rug from under my seat； wrapped it around me…the temperature in the saloon was noticeably dropping…and picked up the folder that Goin had given me。 I turned to page 1； which； apart from being titled B Island； started off without any preamble。
〃It is widely maintained；〃 it read； 〃that Olympus Productions is approaching the making of this； its latest production； in conditions so restrictive as to amount to an aura of almost total secrecy。 Allegations to this effect have subsequently made their appearance in popular and trade presses and in light of the absence of production office denials to the contrary those uncorroborated assertions have achieved a considerable degree of substance and credence which one might regard； in the circumstances； as being a psychological inevitability。〃 I read through this rubbish again； a travesty of the Queen's English fit only for the columns of the more learned Sunday papers； and then I got it： they were making a hush…hush picture and didn't care who knew。 And very good publicity it was for the film； too； I thought； but； no； I was doing the boys an injustice。 Or so the boys said。 The article continued：
〃Other cinematic productions〃…I assumed he meant films…〃have been approached and； on occasion； even executed under conditions of similar secrecy but those other and； one is afraid； spurious sub rosa ventures have had for their calculated aim nothing less； regrettably； than the extraction of the maximum free publicity。 This； we insist； and with some pride； is not the objective of Olympus Productions。〃 Good old Olympus； this I had to see； a cinema pany who didn't want free publicity： next thing we'd have the Bank of England turning its nose up at the sound of the word money。〃 〃Our frankly cabalistic approach to this production； which has given rise to so much intrigued and largely ill…informed speculation； has； in fact； been imposed upon us by considerations of the highest importance： the handling of this； a story which in the wrong hands might well generate potentially and dangerously explosive international repercussions； calls for the utmost in delicacy and finesse； essential qualities for the creation of what we confidently expect will be hailed as a cinematic masterpiece； but qualities which even we feel…nay； are certain…would not be able to overe the immense damage done by…and we are certain of this…the world…wide furore that would immediately and automatically follow the premature leaking of the story we intend to film。
〃We are confident； however； that when…there is no 〃If…this production is made in our own way； in our own time； and under the very strictest security conditions…this is why we have gone to the quite extraordinary lengths of obtaining notarised oaths of secrecy from every member of the cast and crew of the film project under discussion； including the managing director and his co…directors…we will have upon our hands； when this production is presented to a public； which will have been geared by that time to the highest degree of expectancy； a tour de force of so unparalleled an order that the justification for…〃
Mary Stuart sneezed and I blessed her； twice； once for her health and once for the heaven…sent interruption of the reading of this modestly phrased manifesto。 I glanced at her again just as she sneezed again。 She was sitting in a curiously huddled fashion； hands clasped tightly together； her face white and pinched。 I laid down the Olympus manifesto； unwrapped my rug； crossed the saloon in a zigzag totter which resulted from the now very pronounced pitching of the Morning Rose； sat beside her and took her hands in mine。 They were icily cold。
〃You're freezing；〃 I said somewhat unnecessarily。
〃I'm all right。 I'm just a bit tired。〃
〃Why don't you go below to your cabin？ It's at least twenty degrees warmer down there and you'll never sleep up here if you have to keep bracing yourself all the time from falling off your seat。〃
〃No。 I don't sleep down there either。 I've hardly slept since…〃 She broke off。 〃And I don't feel nearly so…so queasy up here。 Please。〃
I don't give up easily。 I said： 〃Then at least take my corner scat； you'll be much more fortable there。〃
She took her hands away。 〃Please。 Just leave me！'
I gave up。 I left her。 I took three wavering steps in the direction of my scat； halted in irritation； turned back to her and hauled her none too gently to her feel？。 She looked at me； not speaking； in tired surprise； and continued to say nothing； and to offer no resistance； as I led her across to my corner； brought out another two steamer rugs； cocooned her in those； lifted her feel？ onto the settee and sat beside her。 She looked up at me for a few seconds； her gaze transferring itself from my right eye to my left and back again； then she turned her face to me； closed her eyes and slid one of her icy hands under my jacket。 During all this performance she didn't speak once or permit any expression to appear on her face and I would have been deeply moved by this touching trust in me were it not for the reflection that if it were her purpose or instructions to keep as close an eye as possible on me she could hardly； even in her most optimistic moments ； have hoped to arrive at a situation where she could keep an eye within half an inch of my shirt front。 I couldn't even take a deep breath without her knowing all about it。 On the other hand； if she were as innocent as the driven snow that had now pletely obscured the plate glass not six inches from my head； then it was less than likely that any illdisposed citizen or citizens would contemplate taking action of a violent
So and permanent nature against me as long as I had Mary Stuart practically sitting on my lap。 It was； I thought； a pretty even trade。 I looked down at the half…hidden lovely face and reflected that I was possib
