第7章

类别:其他 作者:E。 Phillips Oppenheim字数:3635更新时间:18/12/26 17:06:22
Accustomedthoughhewastothesightwhichhewasabouttoface,GeraldshiveredslightlyasheopenedthedoorofMr。Fentolin’sroom。Astrangesortoffearseemedtohavecreptintohisbearingandexpression,afearofwhichtherehadbeennotraceswhateverduringthoseterriblehoursthroughwhichhehadpassed-notevenduringthatlastrecklessjourneyacrossthemarshes。Hewalkedwithhesitatingfootstepsacrossthespaciousandloftyroom。Hehadtheairofsomefrightenedcreatureapproachinghismaster。 Yetallthatwasvisibleofthedespotwhoruledhiswholehouseholdindeadlyfearwasthekindlyandbeautifulfaceofanelderlyman,whosestuntedlimbsandbodyweremercifullyconcealed。 Hesatinalittlecarriage,witharugdrawncloselyacrosshischestanduptohisarmpits。Hisbeautifullyshapedhandswereexposed,andhisface;nothingelse。Hishairwasasilverywhite; hiscomplexionparchment-like,pallid,entirelycolourless。Hiseyeswereasoftshadeofblue。Hisfeaturesweresofinelycutandchiselledthattheyresembledsomeexquisitepieceofstatuary。 Hesmiledashisnephewcameslowlytowardshim。Onemightalmosthavefanciedthattheyoungman’sabjectstatewasasourceofpleasuretohim。 “Soyouarebackagain,mydearGerald。Apleasantsurprise,indeed,butwhatisthemeaningofit?Andwhatofmylittlecommission,eh?“ Theyoungman’sfacewasdarkandsullen。Hespokequicklybutwithoutanysignofeagernessorinterestintheinformationhevouchsafed。 “Thestormhasstoppedallthetrains,“hesaid。“Theboatdidnotcrosslastnight,andinanyeaseIcouldn’thavereachedHarwich。 Asforyourcommission,ItravelleddownfromLondonalonewiththemanyoutoldmetospyupon。IcouldhavestolenanythinghehadifIhadbeenusedtothework。Asitwas-Ibroughtthemanhimself。“ Mr。Fentolin’sdelicatefingersplayedwiththehandleofhischair。 Thesmilehadpassedfromhislips。Helookedathisnephewingentlebewilderment。 “Mydearboy,“heprotested,“come,come,becarefulwhatyouaresaying。Youhavebroughtthemanhimself!Sofarasmyinformationgoes,Mr。JohnP。Dunsterischargedwithaveryimportantdiplomaticcommission。HeisonhiswaytoCologne,andfromwhatIknowabouttheman,Ithinkthatitwouldrequiremorethanyourpersuasionstoinducehimtobreakoffhisjourney。Youdonotreallywishmetobelievethatyouhavebroughthimhereasaguest?“ “IwasatLiverpoolStreetStationlastnight,“Geralddeclared。 “Ihadnoideahowtoaccosthim,andastostealinganyofhisbelongings,Icouldn’thavedoneit。Youmusthearhowfortunehelpedme,though。Mr。Dunstermissedthetrain;sodidI- purposely。Heorderedaspecial。Iaskedpermissiontotravelwithhim。ItoldhimalieastohowIhadmissedthetrain。I hatedit,butitwasnecessary。“ Mr。Fentolinnoddedapprovingly。 “Mydearboy,“hesaid,“totriflewiththetruthisalwaysunpleasant。Besides,youareaFentolin,andourloveoftruthisproverbial。Buttherearetimes,youknow,whenforthegoodofotherswemustsacrificeourscruples。SoyoutoldMr。Dunsteraalsehood。“ “Heletmetravelwithhim,“Geraldcontinued。“Wewereallnightgettingabouthalf-wayhere。Then-youknowaboutthestorm,I suppose?“ Mr。Fentolinspreadouthishands。 “Couldoneavoidtheknowledgeofitheasked。“Suchasighthasneverbeenseen。“ “Wefoundwecouldn’tgettoHarwich,“Geraldwenton。“TheytelegraphedtoLondonandgotpermissiontobringustoYarmouth。 WewereonourwaytoNorwich,andthetrainranofftheline。“ “Anaccident?“Mr。Fentolinexclaimed。 Geraldnodded。 “Ourtrainranoffthelineandpitcheddownanembankment。Mr。 Dunsterhasconcussionofthebrain。HeandIweretakentoamiserablelittleinnnearWymondham。FromthereIhiredamotor-carandbroughthimhere。“ “Youhiredamotor-carandbroughthimhere,“Mr。Fentolinrepeatedsoftly。“Mydearboy-forgivemeifIfindthisalittlehardtounderstand。Yousaythatyouhavebroughthimhere。Hadhenothingtosayaboutit?“ “Hewasunconsciouswhenwepickedhimup,“Geraldexplained。“Heisunconsciousnow。Tbedoctorsaidhewouldremainsoforatleasttwenty-fourhours,anditdidn’tseemtomethatthejourneywoulddohimanyparticularharm。Theroofhadbeenstrippedofftheinnwherewewere,andtheplacewasquiteuninhabitable,soweshouldhavehadtohavemovedhimsomewhere。Weputhiminthetonneauofthecarandcoveredhimup。Theyhavecarriedhimnowintoabedroom,andSarsonislookingafterhim。“ Mr。Fentolinsatquitesilent。Hiseyesblinkedonceortwice,andtherewasacuriouscurveabouthislips。 “Youhavedonewell,myboy,“hepronouncedslowly。“Yourschemeofbringinghimheresoundsalittleprimitive,butsuccessjustifieseverything。“ Mr。Fentolinraisedtohislipsandblewsoftlyalittlegoldwhistlewhichhungfromachainattachedtohiswaistcoat。Almostimmediatelythedooropened。Amanentered,dressedsomberlyinblack,whosebearinganddemeanouralikedenotedtheservant,butwhosephysiquewasthephysiqueofaprize-fighter。Hewasscarcelymorethanfivefeetsixinheight,buthisshoulderswereextraordinarilybroad。Hehadashort,bullneckandlong,mightyarms。Hisface,withtheheavyjawandsmalleyes,wasthefaceofthetypicalfightingman,yethisfeaturesseemedtohavebecomedisposedbyhabitintoanexpressionofgentle,almostservilecivility。 “Meekins,“Mr。Fentolinsaid,“avisitorhasarrived。Doyouhappentohavenoticedwhatluggagehebrought?“ “Thereisonesmalldressing-case,sir,“themanreplied;“nothingelsethatIhaveseen。“ “Thatisallwebrought,“Geraldinterposed。 “Youwillbringthedressing-casehereatonce,“Mr。Fentolindirected,“andalsomycomplimentstoDoctorSarson,andanypocket-bookorpaperswhichmayhelpustosendamessagetothegentleman’sfriends。“ Meekinsclosedthedooranddeparted。Mr。Fentolinturnedbacktowardshisnephew。 “Mydearboy,“hesaid,“tellmewhyyoulookasthoughtherewereghostsflittingabouttheroom?Youarenotill,Itrust?“ “Tired,perhaps,“Geraldansweredshortly。“Weweremanyhoursinthecar。Ihavehadnosleep。“ Mr。Fentolin’sfacewasfullofkindlysympathy。 “Mydearfellow,“heexclaimed,“Iamselfish,indeed!Ishouldnothavekeptyouhereforamoment。Youhadbettergoandliedown。“ “I’llgodirectly,“Geraldpromised。“CanIspeaktoyouforonemomentfirst?“ “SpeaktomeMr。Fentolinrepeated,alittlewonderingly。“MydearGerald,isthereeveramomentwhenIamnotwhollyatyourservice?“ “ThatfellowDunster,ontheplatform,thefirstmomentIspoketohim,mademefeellikeacur,“theboysaid,withasuddenaccessofvigourinhistone。“ItoldhimIwasonmywaytoagolftournament,andhepointedtothenewsaboutthewar。Isittrue,uncle,thatwemaybeatwaratanymoment?“ Mr。Fentolinsighed。 “Aterriblereflection,mydearboy,“headmittedsoftly,“but,alas! thefingerofprobabilitypointsthatway。“ “ThenwhataboutmeGeraldexclaimed。“Idon’twanttocomplain,butlisten。YoudraggedmehomefromapublicschoolbeforeIcouldevenjoinmycadetcorps。You’vekeptmebangingaroundherewithatutor。Youwouldn’tletmegototheuniversity。You’vestoppedmyenteringeitheroftheservices。Iamnineteenyearsoldanduseless。DoyouknowwhatIshoulddoto-morrowifwarbrokeout? Enlist!It’stheonlythingleftforme。“ Mr。Fentolinwasshocked。 “Mydearboy!“heexclaimed。“Youmustnottalklikethat!Iamquitesurethatitwouldbreakyourmother’sheart。Enlist,indeed! Nothingofthesort。Youarepartofthecivilianpopulationofthecountry。“ “Civilianpopulationbed-d!“theboysuddenlycried,whitewithrage。“Uncle,forgiveme,IhavestoodallIcanbear。Ifyouwon’tletmegoinforthearmy-Icouldpassmyexamsto-morrow-I’moff。I’llenlistwithoutwaitingforthewar。Ican’tbearthisidlelifeanylonger。“ Mr。Fentolinleanedalittleforwardinhischair。 “Gerald!“hesaidsoftly。 Theboyturnedhishead,turneditunwillingly。Hehadtheairofacagedanimalobeyingthewordofhiskeeper。Acertainsavageuncouthnessseemedtohavefallenuponhimduringthelastfewminutes。Therewassomethingalmostlikeasnarlinhisexpression。