the clue of the twisted candle-第32节
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an carpet； one of the finest of the kind that has ever been turned out of Shiraz。 Here； let me say； that throughout the trip his attitude to me had been perfectly friendly and towards Grace all that I could ask of my best friend； considerate and tactful。
〃'We had hardly reached his room before he said to me with that bonhomie which he had observed throughout the trip； 'You would like to see your room？'
〃I expressed a wish to that effect。 He clapped his hands and a big Albanian servant came through the curtained doorway； made the usual salaam； and Kara spoke to him a few words in a language which I presume was Turkish。
〃'He will show you the way；' said Kara with his most genial smile。
〃I followed the servant through the curtains which had hardly fallen behind me before I was seized by four men； flung violently on the ground； a filthy tarbosch was thrust into my mouth and before I knew what was happening I was bound hand and foot。
〃As I realised the gross treachery of the man； my first frantic thoughts were of Grace and her safety。 I struggled with the strength of three men； but they were too many for me and I was dragged along the passage； a door was opened and I was flung into a bare room。 I must have been lying on the floor for half an hour when they came for me； this time accompanied by a middle…aged man named Savolio； who was either an Italian or a Greek。
〃He spoke English fairly well and he made it clear to me that I had to behave myself。 I was led back to the room from whence I had come and found Kara sitting in one of those big armchairs which he affected； smoking a cigarette。 Confronting him； still in her Turkish dress； was poor Grace。 She was not bound I was pleased to see； but when on my entrance she rose and made as if to come towards me； she was unceremoniously thrown back by the guardian who stood at her side。
〃'Mr。 John Lexman；' drawled Kara； 'you are at the beginning of a great disillusionment。 I have a few things to tell you which will make you feel rather uncomfortable。' It was then that I heard for the first time that my pardon had been signed and my innocence discovered。
〃'Having taken a great deal of trouble to get you in prison；' said Kara； 'it isn't likely that I'm going to allow all my plans to be undone； and my plan is to make you both extremely uncomfortable。'
〃He did not raise his voice； speaking still in the same conversational tone； suave and half amused。
〃'I hate you for two things；' he said； and ticked them off on his fingers： 'the first is that you took the woman that I wanted。 To a man of my temperament that is an unpardonable crime。 I have never wanted women either as friends or as amusement。 I am one of the few people in the world who are self…sufficient。 It happened that I wanted your wife and she rejected me because apparently she preferred you。'
〃He looked at me quizzically。
〃'You are thinking at this moment；' he went on slowly； 〃that I want her now； and that it is part of my revenge that I shall put her straight in my harem。 Nothing is farther from my desires or my thoughts。 The Black Roman is not satisfied with the leavings of such poor trash as you。 I hate you both equally and for both of you there is waiting an experience more terrible than even your elastic imagination can conjure。 You understand what that means！' he asked me still retaining his calm。
〃I did not reply。 I dared not look at Grace； to whom he turned。
〃'I believe you love your husband； my friend；' he said； 'your love will be put to a very severe test。 You shall see him the mere wreckage of the man he is。 You shall see him brutalized below the level of the cattle in the field。 I will give you both no joys； no ease of mind。 From this moment you are slaves； and worse than slaves。'
〃He clapped his hands。 The interview was ended and from that moment I only saw Grace once。〃
John Lexman stopped and buried his face in his hands。
〃They took me to an underground dungeon cut in the solid rock。 In many ways it resembled the dungeon of the Chateau of Chillon； in that its only window looked out upon a wild； storm…swept lake and its floor was jagged rock。 I have called it underground； as indeed it was on that side； for the palazzo was built upon a steep slope running down from the spur of the hills。
〃They chained me by the legs and left me to my own devices。 Once a day they gave me a little goat flesh and a pannikin of water and once a week Kara would come in and outside the radius of my chain he would open a little camp stool and sitting down smoke his cigarette and talk。 My God！ the things that man said！ The things he described！ The horrors he related！ And always it was Grace who was the centre of his description。 And he would relate the stories he was telling to her about myself。 I cannot describe them。 They are beyond repetition。〃
John Lexman shuddered and closed his eyes。
〃That was his weapon。 He did not confront me with the torture of my darling； he did not bring tangible evidence of her suffering … he just sat and talked； describing with a remarkable clarity of language which seemed incredible in a foreigner； the 'amusements' which he himself had witnessed。
〃I thought I should go mad。 Twice I sprang at him and twice the chain about my legs threw me headlong on that cruel floor。 Once he brought the jailer in to whip me； but I took the whipping with such phlegm that it gave him no satisfaction。 I told you I had seen Grace only once and this is how it happened。
〃It was after the flogging； and Kara； who was a veritable demon in his rage； planned to have his revenge for my indifference。 They brought Grace out upon a boat and rowed the boat to where I could see it from my window。 There the whip which had been applied to me was applied to her。 I can't tell you any more about that；〃 he said brokenly； 〃but I wish； you don't know how fervently； that I had broken down and given the dog the satisfaction he wanted。 My God！ It was horrible！
〃When the winter came they used to take me out with chains on my legs to gather in wood from the forest。 There was no reason why I should be given this work； but the truth was； as I discovered from Salvolio； that Kara thought my dungeon was too warm。 It was sheltered from the winds by the hill behind and even on the coldest days and nights it was not unbearable。 Then Kara went away for some time。 I think he must have gone to England； and he came back in a white fury。 One of his big plans had gone wrong and the mental torture he inflicted upon me was more acute than ever。
〃In the old days he used to come once a weeks now he came almost every day。 He usually arrived in the afternoon and I was surprised one night to be awakened from my sleep to see him standing at the door； a lantern in his hand； his inevitable cigarette in his mouth。 He always wore the Albanian costume when he was in the country； those white kilted skirts and zouave jackets which the hillsmen affect and； if anything； it added to his demoniacal appearance。 He put down the lantern and leant against the wall。
〃'I'm afraid that wife of yours is breaking up； Lexman；' he drawled； 'she isn't the good； stout； English stuff that I thought she was。'
〃I made no reply。 I had found by bitter experience that if I intruded into the conversation； I should only suffer the more。
〃'I have sent down to Durazzo to get a doctor；' he went on； 'naturally having taken all this trouble I don't want to lose you by death。 She is breaking up；' he repeated with relish and yet with an undertone of annoyance in his voice； 〃she asked for you three times this morning。'
〃I kept myself under control as I had never expected that a man so desperately circumstanced could do。
〃'Kara；' I said as quietly as I could； 'what has she done that she should deserve this hell in which she has lived？'
〃He sent out a long ring of smoke and watched its progress across the dungeon。
〃'What has she done？' he said； keeping his eye on the ring … I shall always remember every look； every gesture； and every intonation of his voice。 'Why； she has done all that a woman can do for a man like me。 She has made me feel little。 Until I had a rebuff from her； I had all the world at my feet； Lexman。 I did as I liked。 If I crooked my little finger； people ran after me and that one experience with her has broken me。 Oh； don't think；' he went on quickly； 'that I am broken in love。 I never loved her very much； it was just a passing passion； but she killed my self…confidence。 After then； whenever I came to a crucial moment in my affairs； when the big manner； the big certainty was absolutely necessary for me to carry my way； whenever I was most confident of myself and my ability and my scheme； a vision of this damned girl rose and I felt that momentary weakening； that memory of defeat； which made all the difference between success and failure。
〃'I hated her and I hate her still；' he said with vehemence； 'if she dies I shall hate her more because she will remain everlastingly unbroken to menace my thoughts and spoil my schemes through all eternity。'
〃He leant forward； his elbows on his knees； his clenched fist under his chin … how well I can see him！ … and stared at me。
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