jherbert.sepulchre-第57节

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　from　impulse。　So　wary　was　he　that　he　switched　off　the　lights　pletely；　trusting　his　judgement　until　his　eyes　had　adapted　to　the　night；　following　the　blurred　strip　of　road　down　to　the　house。
　　Lightning　brightened　the　sky　again　and　a　jagged　but　almost　perpendicular　streak　shot　from　the　clouds　to　strike　the　lake。
　　Halloran　jammed　on　the　brakes；　the　Mercedes　slewing　to　one　side　before　ing　to　a　halt。　He　stared　at　the　water　in　disbelief　as　flashes　stammered　in　the　clouds　for　a　second　or　two　longer。　The　after…image　was　clear　in　his　mind　as　he　sat　in　the　darkness；　the　car's　engine　still　running。　The　lake　was　a　turbulent　storm　of　waves　and　erupting　geysers；　its　foam　as　white　as　any　ocean's。
　　The　car　reverberated　with　the　sound　of　thunder　directly　overhead。
　　　
　　　
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　　The　deluge　struck　as　he　entered　the　porch；　a　torrent　of　rain　so　fierce　it　seemed　unnatural。　He　turned　briefly　and　saw　bits　of　gravel　tossed　into　the　air　with　the　pounding。　The　mass　of　rainwater　looked　almost　solid；　cutting　off　the　view　of　the　lake。　Halloran　ran　along　the　flagstones　towards　the　entrance　of　the　house　itself；　reaching　for　the　key　in　his　pocket　as　he　went。
　　At　the　double…door　he　knocked　twice　and　called　out　his　name。　He　inserted　the　long　key　into　the　lock；　the　dull　porch　light　lending　little　assistance；　and　swung　one　side　of　the　door　open。
　　The　hall　was　empty。
　　He　moved　to　the　centre　of　the　stone　floor；　looking　up　at　the　minstrels'　gallery；　the　landing；　searching　the　shadows；　turning　round　full　circle　to　study　every　door　on　ground　level。　Lightning　outside　frosted　the　windows。　Thunder　followed　almost　immediately　and　it　was　as　though　Neath　itself　trembled。
　　Halloran　drew　the　gun　from　its　holster　once　again。
　　He　took　the　downstairs　first；　swiftly　going　through　every　room；　opening　each　door　suddenly　but　quietly；　the　automatic　held　out　before　him。　He　switched　on　lights　wherever　he　went；　hating　Neath　for　its　darkness；　the　library；　drawing　room；　sitting　room　all　were　empty　save　for　sparse　furniture　and　ornaments。　The　dining　room；　kitchen；　corridors；　other　rooms…all　lifeless　and　feeling　as　if　they　had　been　that　way　for　many　years。　He　trod　cautiously；　even　though　rain　drumming　against　the　windows　covered　the　sound　of　his　footsteps；　but　he　felt　a　rising　desperation。
　　Halloran　paused　to　listen；　leaning　back　against　a　corridor　wall　opposite　a　leaded　window　overlooking　the　courtyard。　Lightning　flooded　the　air。
　　He　drew　in　a　sharp　breath　when　he　saw　the　defunct　fountain　at　the　yard's　centre　now　bubbling　dirty；　viscid　water　clotted　with　black　slime。
　　The　piercing　light　stuttered　away　and　thunder　rattled　the　window…panes。　Halloran　moved　on；　finding　his　way　back　to　the　main　hall。
　　He　took　the　stairs　two　at　a　time；　his　step　agile　despite　the　draining　ordeal　he　had　already　been　through。　He　hurried　from　room　to　room；　pushing　open　doors　and　peering　in；　gun　always　at　chest　level；　safety　off。　He　even　looked　into　his　own　bedroom。
　　He　thought　he　heard　a　cry　from　somewhere　in　the　house；　but　thunder　cracked　deafeningly　a　moment　after　so　that　he　couldn't　be　sure。　Halloran　headed　for　Kline's　quarters；　his　stride　fast　and　light。　This　time　he　was　certain　he　heard　a　cry。　A　woman's。　Cora's。　He　broke　into　a　run。
　　The　door　leading　to　Kline's　rooms　was　open。　Halloran　went　through；　slowing　to　a　walk；　a　glow　spread　from　a　doorway　near　the　end　of　the　corridor。　He　heard　a　whimper；　its　source　from　inside　that　doorway。　A　smell　of　incense　tainted　the　air。
　　He　crept　forward；　knowing　it　was　Cora　who　had　uttered　the　small　moan　of　pain。　Halloran　forced　himself　to　remain　emotionless。　He　neared　the　door；　stopped；　waited　a　moment。
　　A　sharp；　slapping　sound。　Against　flesh。　Cora's　gasp；　then　her　whimper。
　　Halloran　gently　pushed　back　the　half…open　door。
　　It　was　a　large　room；　the　walls　covered　in　symbols　and　rough　drawings。　He　did　not　take　time　to　study　them。　Scattered　around　the　floor　were　untidy　piles　of　books；　maps　and　folios　of　some　kind。　He　did　not　pay　them　much　attention。　In　front　of　him　was　a　four…poster　bed；　the　posts　knotted　with　carvings；　curtains　of　sheer　lace　draped　between　them。　He　hardly　noticed　the　fine　work。　Halloran　could　only　stare　in　disbelief　at　what　was　on　the　bed。
　　The　drapes　were　gathered　and　tied　to　the　posts；　revealing　a　crouched；　naked　figure；　head　hanging　low　between　the　shoulders　so　that　the　back　was　arched。　The　flesh　was　red　and　wealed。　Cora's　face　was　half…turned　towards　Halloran；　but　she　did　not　see　him；　for　her　eyes　were　closed；　her　hair　falling　over　her　forehead。　Her　mouth　was　open　in　a　slight　smile。
　　Monk　had　his　broad；　sloping　back　to　the　door；　his　gaze　too　intent　on　the　girl　to　notice　anyone　in　the　doorway。　The　bodyguard　was　naked　too；　a　mountain　of　obese；　loose　flab；　covered　in　wiry　hair　that　was　thick　around　his　lower　arms　and　legs；　and　splaying　over　his　shoulders　so　that　the　skin　was　merely　a　dullness　beneath。
　　The　short　multi…thonged　whip　he　held　dropped　to　the　floor　as　he　pushed　the　girl　over　on　the　bed。　He　grabbed　her　ankles　and　yanked　them　towards　him　so　that　Cora　was　flat　on　her　stomach。　Halloran　caught　a　glimpse　of　her　manacled　wrists。
　　Her　groan　was　of　pleasure；　not　of　fear。
　　All　calmness；　all　self…imposed　remoteness；　left　Halloran　in　a　gushing　of　rage。　The　anguish　he　felt　was　as　deep　and　as　painful　as　on　the　day　he　had　witnessed　the　gunning　down　of　his　father　so　many　years　before。　Or　when　he　had　learned　of　his　mother's　terrible　death。　It　seared　him　and　blinded　all　other　senses。
　　He　roared　as　he　rushed　forward　and　reached　for　the　bodyguard's　hair；　which　had　been　loosened　from　the　band　Monk　usually　wore。　He　wrenched　hard；　hauling　the　gross　man　away　from　the　girl；　bringing　the　butt　of　the　Browning　down　hard　against　the　side　of　Monk's　head；　his　anger；　unleashed　like　rarely　before；　spoiling　the　accuracy　of　the　blow。
　　Monk　cried　out　and　toppled　over　the　tailboard　onto　the　floor。
　　Cora　turned；　drawing　her　legs　up。　Her　glazed　eyes　looked　into　Halloran's　unprehendingly。　He　raised　the　gun　towards　her；　his　hand　shaking；　wanting　to　kill　her；　wanting　to　punish　her　for　breaking　through　to　him；　for　making　him　care　again；　then　for　mocking　those　feelings。　He　cursed　himself　for　allowing　it　to　happen。
　　Cora　smiled　at　him；　an　idiot's　wele。　Then　fear　finally　melted　through　her　drug…induced　haze。
　　Halloran　lowered　the　pistol　and　closed　his　eyes　against　the　sight　of　her。
　　A　meaty　arm　closed　around　his　neck　from　behind；　a　hand　reaching　round　and　grabbing　his　wrist。　He　was　lifted　off　his　feet　as　Monk　heaved。
　　His　windpipe　was　being　crushed　by　the　pressure　and　Halloran　knew　it　would　only　be　a　matter　of　seconds　before　he　blacked　out。　The　automatic　was　of　no　use　to　him　in　a　situation　like　this；　so　he　opened　his　fingers　and　let　it　fall；　Monk's　grip　on　his　wrist　still　not　slackening。　The　bodyguard　was　gurgling　close　to　his　ear；　an　animal　sound。　With　his　free　hand；　Halloran　reached　down　behind　him　and　found　the　fleshy　part　of　Monk's　inner　thigh。　He　pinched　with　thumb　and　bent　knuckle；　squeezing　with　all　his　strength　so　that　his　assailant　screamed；　a　high…pitched　woman's　cry。　The　hold　on　Halloran　loosened　and　he　wrenched　the　arm　away。
　　He　whirled　and　grabbed　for　the　other　man's　throat；　both　of　them　going　down　slowly　as　he　exerted　pressure。　Monk　tried　to　pull　the　hands　away；　but　Halloran's　rage　could　not　be　opposed。　Monk's　small　eyes　began　to　bulge。　The　two　men's　face　were　inches　away　as　they　sank　to　their　knees；　Monk　making　snorting　noises　as　his　face　reddened。　His　thick　lips　curled　back；　the　tip　of　his　tongue　quivered　over　his　teeth。　He　spat　mucus　into　Halloran's　eyes。
　　Surprised　and　blinded；　the　operative's　grip　weakened　fractionally。　A　blow　to　his　stomach　doubled　him　over；　his　fingers　raking　down　Monk's　chest。　A　swipe　to　his　head　sent　Halloran　scudding　across　the　floor。
　　The　other　man　rose　and　lumbered　towards　him；　hurling　himself　forward　the　last　few　feet；　intending　to　crush　Halloran's　chest　with　his　bent　knees。　Halloran　sensed　the　move　as　he　wiped　the　stickiness　from　his　eyes；　and　rolled　backwards；　scattering　books。　His　naked　opponent　landed　heavily　on　empty　space。　They　rose　together；　but　Halloran　was　faster。　His　toecap　smashed　into　Monk's　groin。　The　bodyguard　collapsed　to　his　knees　again　and　Halloran　moved　behind　him。　Again　Halloran　pulled　Monk　back　by　his　long　hair；　holding　him　upright。　Lightning　flared　outside；　freezing　their　bodies　momentarily。　The　operative's　other　fist　clenched；　middle　knuckle　raised　slightly。　His　aim　was　straight　and　powerful　as　the　fist　cracked　into　a　certain　vertebra　at　the　back　of　the　kneeling　man's　neck。
　　Thunder　drowned　the　cracking　of　bone。
　　Halloran　reached　out　to　a　bedpost　for　support　as　the　stiffened　figure　below　him　swayed；　then　slumped　to　the　floor。　He　drew　in　deep　lungfuls　of　incense…filled　air；　anger　still　raging　inside；　revulsion　at　Kline　and　the　corruption　around　him　heaving　at　his　stomach。
　　In　that　distraction　…his　rage；　his　disgust…he　failed　to　notice　the　figure　that　had　watched　everything　from　behind　the　door。　He　heard；　or　perhaps　he　sensed；　a　footstep　though；　but　it　was　too　late。
　　As　he　began　to　turn；　Janusz　Palusinski　brought　a　short；　metal　bar　down　against　his　temple。　The　oblivio