第22章

类别:其他 作者:Clive Cussler (作者), Justin Sco字数:5533更新时间:18/12/22 09:08:35
hadnoappetite;buttheremightstillbemuchtodo——itwasneedfulIshouldkeepmyselfinpropertrim,ifitwereonlytodigestthenowtooprobablebadnews;andleavingwordattheofficeforPinkerton,Isatdowntotableandcalledforsoup,oysters,andapintofchampagne。 Iwasnotlongset,beforemyfriendreturned。Helookedpaleandratherold,refusedtohearoffood,andcalledfortea。 “Isupposeall’sup?”saidI,withanincrediblesinking。 “No。”hereplied;“I’vepulleditthrough,Loudon;justpulleditthrough。Icouldn’thaveraisedanothercentinall’Frisco。 Peopledon’tlikeit;Longhurstevenwentbackonme;saidhewasn’tathree-card-monteman。” “Well,what’stheodds?”saidI。“That’sallwewanted,isn’tit?” “Loudon,ItellyouI’vehadtopaybloodforthatmoney。”criedmyfriend,withalmostsavageenergyandgloom。“It’sallonninetydays,too;Icouldn’tgetanotherday——notanotherday。Ifwegoaheadwiththisaffair,Loudon,you’llhavetogoyourselfandmakethefurfly。I’llstayofcourse——I’vegottostayandfacethetroubleinthiscity;though,Itellyou,Ijustlongtogo。 Iwouldshowthesefatbrutesofsailorswhatworkwas;I wouldbeallthroughthatwreckandoutattheotherend,beforetheyhadboostedthemselvesuponthedeck!Butyou’lldoyourlevelbest,Loudon;Idependonyouforthat。Youmustbeallfireandgritanddashfromtheword’go。’Thatschoonerandtheboodleonboardofherareboundtobeherebeforethreemonths,orit’sB。U。S。T——bust。” “I’llswearI’lldomybest,Jim;I’llworkdoubletides。”saidI。 “Itismyfaultthatyouareinthisthing,andI’llgetyououtagainorkillmyself。Butwhatisthatyousay?’Ifwegoahead?’Haveweanychoice,then?” “I’mcomingtothat。”saidJim。“Itisn’tthatIdoubttheinvestment。Don’tblameyourselfforthat;youshowedafine,soundbusinessinstinct:Ialwaysknewitwasinyou,butthenitrippedrightout。Iguessthatlittlebeastofanattorneyknewwhathewasdoing;andhewantednothingbetterthantogobeyond。No,there’sprofitinthedeal;it’snotthat;it’stheseninety-daybills,andthestrainI’vegiventhecredit,forI’vebeenupanddown,borrowing,andbeggingandbribingtoborrow。Idon’tbelievethere’sanothermanbutmein’Frisco。” hecried,withasuddenfervorofselfadmiration,“whocouldhaveraisedthatlasttenthousand!——Thenthere’sanotherthing。 Ihadhopedyoumighthavepeddledthatopiumthroughtheislands,whichissaferandmoreprofitable。Butwiththisthree-monthlimit,youmustmaketracksforHonolulustraight,andcommunicatebysteamer。I’lltrytoputupsomethingforyouthere;I’llhaveamanspokentowho’spostedonthatlineofbiz。Keepabrightlookoutforhimassoon’syoumaketheislands;forit’sonthecardshemightpickyouupatseainawhaleboatorasteam-launch,andbringthedollarsrightonboard。” ItshowshowmuchIhadsufferedmorallyduringmysojourninSanFrancisco,thatevennowwhenourfortunestrembledinthebalance,Ishouldhaveconsentedtobecomeasmugglerand(ofallthings)asmugglerofopium。YetIdid,andthatinsilence;withoutaprotest,notwithoutatwinge。 “Andsuppose。”saidI,“supposetheopiumissosecurelyhiddenthatIcan’tgethandsonit?” “Thenyouwillstaytheretillthatbrigiskindling-wood,andstayandsplitthatkindling-woodwithyourpenknife。”criedPinkerton。“Thestuffisthere;weknowthat;anditmustbefound。Butallthisisonlytheonestringtoourbow——thoughI tellyouI’vegoneintoithead-first,asifitwasourbottomdollar。Why,thefirstthingIdidbeforeI’draisedacent,andwiththisothernotioninmyheadalready——thefirstthingIdidwastosecuretheschooner。TheNoraCreina,sheis,sixty-fourtons,quitebigenoughforourpurposesincethericeisspoiled,andthefastestthingofhertonnageoutofSanFrancisco。Forabonusoftwohundred,andamonthlycharterofthree,Ihaveherformyowntime;wagesandprovisions,sayfourhundredmore:adropinthebucket。Theybeganfiringthecargooutofher(shewaspartloaded)neartwohoursago;andaboutthesametimeJohnSmithgottheorderforthestores。That’swhatIcallbusiness。” “Nodoubtofthat。”saidI。“Buttheothernotion?” “Well,hereitis。”saidJim。“YouagreewithmethatBellairswasreadytogohigher?” “Isawwherehewascoming。“Yes——andwhyshouldn’the?” saidI。“Isthattheline?” “That’stheline,LoudonDodd。”assentedJim。“IfBellairsandhisprincipalhaveanydesiretogomebetter,I’mtheirman。” Asuddenthought,asuddenfear,shotintomymind。WhatifI hadbeenright?Whatifmychildishpleasantryhadfrightenedtheprincipalaway,andthusdestroyedourchance?Shameclosedmymouth;Ibeganinstinctivelyalongcourseofreticence;anditwaswithoutawordofmymeetingwithBellairs,ormydiscoveryoftheaddressinMissionStreet,thatI continuedthediscussion。 “Doubtlessfiftythousandwasoriginallymentionedasaroundsum。”saidI,“oratleast,soBellairssupposed。Butatthesametimeitmaybeanoutsidesum;andtocovertheexpenseswehavealreadyincurredforthemoneyandtheschooner——Iamfarfromblamingyou;Iseehowneedfulitwastobereadyforeitherevent——buttocoverthemweshallwantaratherlargeadvance。” “Bellairswillgotosixtythousand;it’smybelief,ifhewereproperlyhandled,hewouldtakethehundred。”repliedPinkerton。“Lookbackonthewaythesaleranattheend。” “ThatismyownimpressionasregardsBellairs,Iadmitted。 “ThepointIamtryingtomakeisthatBellairshimselfmaybemistaken;thatwhathesupposedtobearoundsumwasreallyanoutsidefigure。” “Well,Loudon,ifthatisso。”saidJim,withextraordinarygravityoffaceandvoice,“ifthatisso,lethimtaketheFlyingScudatfiftythousand,andjoygowithher!Iprefertheloss。” “Isthatso,Jim?Arewedippedasbadasthat?”Icried。 “We’veputourhandfartheroutthanwecanpullitinagain,Loudon。”hereplied。“Why,man,thatfiftythousanddollars,beforewegetclearagain,willcostusnearerseventy。Yes,itfiguresupoverheadtomorethantenpercentamonth;andI coulddonobetter,andthereisn’tthemanbreathingcouldhavedoneaswell。Itwasamiracle,Loudon。Icouldn’tbutadmiremyself。O,ifwehadjustthefourmonths!Andyouknow,Loudon,itmaystillbedone。Withyourenergyandcharm,iftheworstcomestotheworst,youcanrunthatschoonerasyouranoneofyourpicnics;andwemayhaveluck。And,O,man! ifwedopullitthrough,whatadashingoperationitwillbe! Whatanadvertisement!whatathingtotalkof,andrememberallourlives!However。”hebrokeoffsuddenly,“wemusttrythesafethingfirst。Here’sfortheshyster!” Therewasanotherstruggleinmymind,whetherIshouldevennowadmitmyknowledgeoftheMissionStreetaddress。ButI hadletthefavourablemomentslip。Ihadnow,whichmadeitthemoreawkward,notmerelytheoriginaldiscovery,butmylatesuppressiontoconfess。Icouldnothelpreasoning,besides,thatthemorenaturalcoursewastoapproachtheprincipalbytheroadofhisagent’soffice;andthereweigheduponmyspiritsaconvictionthatwewerealreadytoolate,andthatthemanwasgonetwohoursago。Oncemore,then,Iheldmypeace;andafteranexchangeofwordsatthetelephonetoassureourselveshewasathome,wesetoutfortheattorney’soffice。 TheendlessstreetsofanyAmericancitypass,fromoneendtoanother,throughstrangedegreesandvicissitudesofsplendouranddistress,runningunderthesamenamebetweenmonumentalwarehouses,thedensandtavernsofthieves,andtheswardandshrubberyofvillas。InSanFrancisco,thesharpinequalitiesoftheground,andtheseaborderingonsomanysides,greatlyexaggeratethesecontrasts。Thestreetforwhichwewerenowboundtookitsriseamongblowingsands,somewhereinviewoftheLoneMountainCemetery;ranforatermacrossthatratherwindyOlympusofNobHill,orperhapsjustskirteditsfrontier;passedalmostimmediatelyafterthroughastageoflittlehouses,ratherimpudentlypainted,andofferingtotheeyeoftheobserverthisdiagnosticpeculiarity,thatthehugebrassplatesuponthesmallandhighlycoloureddoorsboreonlythefirstnamesofladies——NorahorLilyorFlorence;traversedChinaTown,whereitwasdoubtlessunderminedwithopiumcellars,anditsblockspierced,afterthesimilitudeofrabbit-warrens,withahundreddoorsandpassagesandgalleries;enjoyedaglimpseofhighpublicityatthecornerofKearney;andproceeded,amongdivesandwarehouses,towardstheCityFrontandtheregionofthewater- rats。Inthislaststageofitscareer,whereitwasbothgrimyandsolitary,andalternatelyquietandroaringtothewheelsofdrays,wefoundacertainhouseofsomepretensiontoneatness,andfurnishedwitharusticoutsidestair。Onthepillarofthestairablackplateboreingildedletteringthisdevice:“HarryD。 Bellairs,Attorney-at-law。Consultations,9to6。”Onascendingthestairs,adoorwasfoundtostandopenonthebalcony,withthisfurtherinscription,“Mr。BellairsIn。” “Iwonderwhatwedonext。”saidI。 “Guesswesailrightin。”returnedJim,andsuitedtheactiontotheword。 Theroominwhichwefoundourselveswasclean,butextremelybare。Aratherold-fashionedsecretairestoodbythewall,withachairdrawntothedesk;inonecornerwasashelfwithhalf-a-dozenlawbooks;andIcanrememberliterallynotanotherstickoffurniture。Oneinferenceimposeditself:Mr。 Bellairswasinthehabitofsittingdownhimselfandsufferinghisclientstostand。Atthefarend,andveiledbyacurtainofredbaize,aseconddoorcommunicatedwiththeinteriorofthehouse。Hence,aftersomecoughingandstamping,weelicitedtheshyster,whocametimorouslyforth,foralltheworldlikeamaninfearofbodilyassault,andthen,recognisinghisguests,sufferedfromwhatIcanonlycallanervousparoxysmofcourtesy。 “Mr。Pinkertonandpartner!”saidhe。“Iwillgoandfetchyouseats。” “Nottheleast。”saidJim。“Notime。Muchratherstand。Thisisbusiness,Mr。Bellairs。Thismorning,asyouknow,Iboughtthewreck,FlyingScud。” Thelawyernodded。 “Andboughther。”pursuedmyfriend,“atafigureoutofallproportiontothecargoandthecircumstances,astheyappeared?” “Andnowyouthinkbetterofit,andwouldliketobeoffwithyourbargain?Ihavebeenfiguringuponthis。”returnedthelawyer。“Myclient,Iwillnothidefromyou,wasdispleasedwithmeforputtinghersohigh。Ithinkwewerebothtooheated,Mr。Pinkerton:rivalry——thespiritofcompetition。ButI willbequitefrank——IknowwhenIamdealingwithgentlemen——andIamalmostcertain,ifyouleavethematterinmyhands,myclientwouldrelieveyouofthebargain,soasyouwouldlose“——heconsultedourfaceswithgimlet-eyedcalculation—— “nothing。”headdedshrilly。 AndherePinkertonamazedme。 “That’salittletoothin。”saidhe。“Ihavethewreck。Iknowthere’sboodleinher,andImeantokeepher。WhatIwantissomepointswhichmaysavemeneedlessexpense,andwhichI’mpreparedtopayfor,moneydown。Thethingforyoutoconsiderisjustthis:amItodealwithyouordirectwithyourprincipal?Ifyouarepreparedtogivemethefactsrightoff,why,nameyourfigure。Onlyonething!”addedJim,holdingafingerup,“whenIsay’moneydown,’Imeanbillspayablewhentheshipreturns,andiftheinformationprovesreliable。I don’tbuypigsinpokes。” Ihadseenthelawyer’sfacelightupforamoment,andthen,atthesoundofJim’sproviso,miserablyfade。“IguessyouknowmoreaboutthiswreckthanIdo,Mr。Pinkerton。”saidhe。“I onlyknowthatIwastoldtobuythething,andtried,andcouldn’t。” “WhatIlikeaboutyou,Mr。Bellairs,isthatyouwastenotime。”saidJim。“Nowthen,yourclient’snameandaddress。” “Onconsideration。”repliedthelawyer,withindescribablefurtivity,“IcannotseethatIamentitledtocommunicatemyclient’sname。Iwillsoundhimforyouwithpleasure,ifyoucaretoinstructme;butIcannotseethatIcangiveyouhisaddress。” “Verywell。”saidJim,andputhishaton。“Ratherastrongstep,isn’tit?”(Betweeneverysentencewasaclearpause。)“Notthinkbetterofit?Well,come——callitadollar?” “Mr。Pinkerton,sir!”exclaimedtheoffendedattorney;and,indeed,ImyselfwasalmostafraidthatJimhadmistakenhismanandgonetoofar。 “Nopresentuseforadollar?”saysJim。“Well,lookhere,Mr。 Bellairs:we’rebothbusymen,andI’llgotomyoutsidefigurewithyourightaway——“