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1、精选优质文档-倾情为你奉上BlackmailArthur Hailey The chief house officer, Ogilvie, who had declared he would appear at the Croydons suite an hour after his cryptic telephone call actually took twice that time. As a result the nerves of both the Duke and Duchess were excessively frayed when the muted buzzer of th

2、e outer door eventually sounded. The Duchess went to the door herself. Earlier she had dispatched her maid on an invented errand and, cruelly, instructed the moon-faced male secretary who was terrified of dogs to exercise the Bedlington terriers. Her own tension was not lessened by the knowledge tha

3、t both might return at any moment. A wave of cigar smoke accompanied Ogilvie in. When he had followed her to the living room, the Duchess looked pointedly at the half-burned cigar in the fat mans mouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Would you kindly put that out. The house detective

4、s piggy eyes surveyed her sardonically from his gross jowled face. His gaze moved on to sweep the spacious, well-appointed room, encompassing the Duke who faced them uncertainly, his back to a window. Pretty neat set-up you folks got.” Taking his time, Ogilvie removed the offending cigar, knocked of

5、f the ash and flipped the butt toward an ornamental fireplace on his right. He missed, and the butt fell upon the carpet where he ignored it. The Duchesss lips tightened. She said sharply, imagine you did not come here to discuss dcor . The obese body shook in an appreciative chuckle . No, maam, can

6、t say I did. I like nice things, though. He lowered the level of his incongruous falsetto voice. Like that car of yours. The one you keep here in the hotel. Jaguar, aint it? Aah! It was not a spoken word, but an emission of breath from the Duke of Croydon. His wife shot him a swift, warning glance.

7、In what conceivable way does our car concern you?” As if the question from the Duchess had been a signal, the house detectives manner changed. He inquired abruptly, Who else is in this place? It was the Duke who answered, No one. We sent them out. Theres things it pays to check. Moving with surprisi

8、ng speed, the fat man walked around the suite, opening doors and inspecting the space behind them. Obviously he knew the room arrangement well. After reopening and closing the outer door, he returned, apparently satisfied, to the living room. The Duchess had seated herself in a straight-backed Ogilv

9、ie remained standing. Now then, he said. You two was in the hit-n-run . She met his eyes directly. What are you talking about? Dont play games, lady. This is for real. He took out a fresh cigar and bit off the end, You saw the papers. Theres been plenty on radio, too. Two high points of color appear

10、ed in the paleness of the Duchess of Croydons cheeks. What you are suggesting is the most disgusting, ridiculous. I told you Cut it out!” The words spat forth with sudden savagery , all pretense of blandness gone. Ignoring the Duke, Ogilvie waved the unlighted cigar under his adversary s adversary s

11、 nose. You listen to me, your high-an-mightiness. This citys burnin mad cops, mayor, everybody else. When they find who done that last night, who killed that kid an its mother, then high-tailed it, theyll throw the book, and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither. Now I kno

12、w what I know, and if I do what by rights I should, therell be a squad of cops in here so fast youll hardly see em. But I come to you first, in fairness, sos you could tell your side of it to me. The piggy eyes blinked, then hardened. f you want it the other way, just say so. The Duchess of Croydon

13、three centuries and a half of inbred arrogance behind her did not yield easily. Springing to her feet, her face wrathful, gray-green eyes blazing, she faced the grossness of the house detective squarely. Her tone would have withered anyone who knew her well. “You unspeakable blackguard! How dare you

14、!” Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant. But it was the Duke of Croydon who interjected, Its no go, old girl. Im afraid. It was a good try. Facing Ogilvie, he said, What you accuse us of is true. I am to blame. I was driving the car and killed the little girl. Thats more like

15、it, Ogilvie said. He lit the fresh cigar. Now were getting somewhere. Wearily, in a gesture of surrender, the Duchess of Croydon sank back into her chair. Clasping her hands to conceal their trembling, she asked. What is it you know? Well now, Ill spell it out. The house detective took his time, lei

16、surely putting a cloud of blue cigar smoke, his eyes sardonically on the Duchess as if challenging her objection. But beyond wrinkling her nose in distaste, she made no comment. Ogilvie pointed to the Duke. Last night, early on, you went to Lindys Place in Irish Bayou. You drove there in your fancy

17、Jaguar, and you took a lady friend. Leastways, I guess youd call her that if youre not too fussy. As Ogilvie glanced, grinning, at the Duchess, the Duke said sharply, Get on with it! Well the smug fat face swung back the way I hear it, you won a hundred at the tables, then lost it at the bar. You we

18、re into a second hundred with a real swinging party when your wife here got there in a taxi. How do you know all this? Ill tell you, Duke Ive been in this town and this hotel a long time. I got friends all over. I oblige them; they do the same for me, like letting me know what gives, an where. There

19、 aint much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I dont get to hear about. Most of em never know I know, or know me. They think they got their little secret tucked away , and so they have except like now. The Duke said coldly, I see. One thing Id like to know. I got a curious natu

20、re, ma am. Howd you figure where he was? The Duchess said, You know so much. I suppose it doesnt matter. My husband has a habit of making notes while he is telephoning. Afterward he often forgets to destroy them. ” The house detective clucked his tongue reprovingly . A little careless habit like tha

21、t, Duke look at the mess it gets you in. Well, heres what I figure about the rest. You an your wife took off home, you drivin, though the way things turned out it might have been better if shed have drove. My wife doesnt drive. Ogilvie nodded understandingly. Explains that one. Anyway, I reckon you

22、were lickered ( = liquored ) up, but good. The Duchess interrupted. Then you dont know! You dont know anything for sure! You cant possibly prove. Lady, I can prove all I need to. The Duke cautioned, Better let him finish, old girl. Thats right, Ogilvie said. Just sit an listen. Last night I seen you

23、 come in through the basement, sos not to use the lobby. Looked right shaken, too, the pair of you. Just come in myself, an I got to wondering why. Like I said, I got a curious nature. The Duchess breathed, Go on. Late last night the word was out about the hit-n-run. On a hunch I went over the garag

24、e and took a quiet look-see at your car. You maybe dont know its away in a corner, behind a pillar where the jockeys dont see it when theyre comin by. The Duke licked his lips. I suppose that doesnt matter now. You might have something there, Ogilvie conceded. Anyway, what I found made me do some sc

25、outing - across at police headquarters where they know me too. He paused to puff again at the cigar as his listeners waited silently. When the cigar tip was glowing he inspected it, then continued. Over there they got three things to go on. They got a headlight trim ring which musta come off when th

26、e kid an the woman was hit. They got some headlight glass, and lookin at the kids clothin, they reckon therell be a brush trace. A what? You rub clothes against something hard, Duchess, specially if its shiny like a car fender, say, an it leaves a mark the same way as finger prints. The police lab k

27、in pick it up like they do prints dust it, an it shows. Thats interesting, the Duke said, as if speaking of something unconnected with himself. I didnt know that. Not many do. In this case, though, I reckon it dont make a lot o difference. On your car you got a busted headlight, and the trim rings g

28、one. Aint any doubt theyd match up, even without the brush trace an the blood. 0h yeah, I should a told you. Theres plenty of blood, though it dont show too much on the black paint. Oh, my God! A hand to her face, the Duchess turned away. Her husband asked, What do you propose to do? The fat man rub

29、bed his hands together, looking down at his thick, fleshy fingers. Like I said, I come to hear your side of it. The Duke said despairingly, “What can I possibly say? You know what happened.” He made an attempt to square his shoulders which did not succeed. “Youd better call the police and get it ove

30、r.” “Well now, theres no call for being hasty .” The incongruous falsetto voice took on a musing note. “Whats dones been done. Rushing any place aint gonna bring back the kid nor its mother neither. Besides, what theyd do to you across at the headquarters, Duke, you wouldnt like. No sir, you wouldnt

31、 like it at all.” The other two slowly raised their eyes. “I was hoping,” Ogilvie said, “that you folks could suggest something.” The Duke said uncertainly, “I dont understand.” “I understand,” the Duchess of Croydon said. “You want money, dont you? You came here to blackmail us.” If she expected he

32、r words to shock, they did not succeed. The house detective shrugged. “Whatever names you call things, maam, dont matter to me. All I come for was to help you people out of trouble. But I got to live too.” ”Youd accept money to keep silent about what you know?” ”I reckon I might.” ”But from what you

33、 say,” the Duchess pointed out, her poise for the moment recovered, “it would do no good. The car would be discovered in any case.” ”I guess youd have to take that chance. But theres some reasons it might not be. Something I aint told you yet.” “Tell us now, please.” Ogilvie said, “I aint figured th

34、is out myself completely. But when you hit that kid you was going away from town, not to it.” ”Wed made a mistake in the route,” the Duchess said. “Somehow wed become turned around. Its easily done in New Orleans, with the street winding as they do. Afterward, using side streets, we went back. “ “I

35、thought it might be that,” Ogilvie nodded understandingly. “But the police aint figured it that way. Theyre looking for somebody who was headed out. Thats why, right now, theyre workin on the suburbs and the outside towns. They may get around to searchin downtown, but it wont be yet. “ “How long bef

36、ore they do?” “Maybe three, four days. They got a lot of other places to look first.” “ How could that help us - the delay?” “It might,” Ogilvie said. “Providin nobody twigs the car an seein where it is, you might be lucky there. An if you can get it away.” “You mean out of the state?” “I mean out o

37、 the South.” “That wouldnt be easy?” “No, maam. Every state around Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, all the restll be watching for a car damaged the way yours is.” The Duchess considered. “Is there any possibility of having repairs made first? If the work were done discreetly we could pay well

38、. “ The house detective shook his head emphatically. “You try that, you might as well walk over to headquarters right now an give up. Every repair shop in Louisianas been told to holler cops the minute a car needing fixin like yours comes in. Theyd do it, too. You people are hot.” The Duchess of Cro

39、ydon kept firm, tight rein on her racing mind. It was essential, she knew, that her thinking remain calm and reasoned. In the last few minutes the conversation had become as seemingly casual as if the discussion were of some minor domestic matter and not survival itself. She intended to keep it that

40、 way. Once more, she was aware, the role of leadership had fallen to her, her husband now a tense but passive spectator of the exchange between the evil tat man and herself. No matter. What was inevitable must be accepted. The important thing was to consider all eventualities. A thought occurred to

41、her. “The piece from our car which you say the police have. What is it called?” “A trim ring.” “Is it traceable?” Ogilvie nodded affirmatively. “They can figure what kind o car its from - make, model, an maybe the year, or close to it. Same thing with the glass. But with your car being foreign, itll

42、 likely take a few days.” “But after that,” she persisted, “the police will know theyre looking for a Jaguar?” “I reckon that s so. “ Today was Tuesday. From all that this man said, they had until Friday or Saturday at best. With calculated coolness the Duchess reasoned: the situation came down to o

43、ne essential. Assuming the hotel man was bought off, their only chance - a slim one - lay in removing the car quickly, If it could be got north, to one of the big cities where the New Orleans tragedy and search would be unknown, repairs could be made quietly, the incriminating evidence removed. Then

44、, even if suspicion settled on the Croydons later, nothing could be proved. But how to get the car away? Undoubtedly what this oafish detective said was true: As well as Louisiana, the other states through which the car would have to pass would be alert and watchful. Every highway patrol would be on

45、 the lookout for a damaged head-light with a missing trim ring. There would probably be road-blocks. It would be hard not to fall victim to some sharpeyed policeman. But it might be done. If the car could be driven at night and concealed by day. There were plenty of places to pull off the highway an

46、d be unobserved. It would be hazardous, but no more than waiting here for certain detection. There would be back roads. They could choose an unlikely route to avoid attention. But there would be other complications . and now was the time to consider them. Traveling by secondary roads would be diffic

47、ult unless knowing the terrain. The Croydons did not. Nor was either of them adept at using maps. And when they stopped for petrol, as they would have to, their speech and manner would betray them, making them conspicuous . And yet . these were risks which had to be taken. Or had they? The Duchess f

48、aced Ogilvie. “How much do you want?” The abruptness took him by surprise. “Well . I figure you people are pretty well fixed.” She said coldly, “I asked how much.” The piggy eyes blinked. Ten thousand dollars.” Though it was twice what she had expected, her expression did not change. “Assuming we paid this grotesque amount, what would we receive in return?” The fat man seemed puzzled. “Like I said, I keep