第 35 节
作者:月寒      更新:2024-04-14 09:15      字数:9322
  going   mad。   It   was   a   matter   to   be   at   once   determined;   and   the   young
  woman should determine it。 He advanced boldly to her; and raised his hat。
  〃Pardon   me;〃   he   said;   〃but   I   believe   you   are   waiting   for   your   maid
  Hudson?〃
  As though fearing an impertinence; the girl regarded him in silence。
  〃I   only   wish   to   make   sure;〃   continued   Philip;   〃that   you   are   she   for
  whom   I     have    a  message。     You   have    an   appointment;      I  believe;   to  be
  photographed in fancy dress as Mary Queen of Scots?〃
  〃Well?〃 assented the girl。
  〃And     you    telephoned     Hudson;〃      he  continued;     〃to   bring   you   your
  muff。〃
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  The girl exclaimed with vexation。
  〃Oh!〃   she   protested;   〃I   knew   they'd   get   it   wrong!   Not   muff;   ruff!   I
  want my ruff。〃
  Philip felt a cold shiver creep down his spine。
  〃For the love of Heaven!〃 he exclaimed in horror; 〃it's true!〃
  〃What's true?〃 demanded the young woman in some alarm。
  〃That I'm a mind reader;〃 declared Philip。 〃I've read your mind! I can
  read    everybody's      mind。   I   know   just   what   you're   thinking   now。   You're
  thinking I'm mad!〃
  The actions of the young lady showed that again he was correct。 With
  a   gasp   of   terror   she   fled   past   him   and   raced   up   the   stairs   to   the   studio。
  Philip made no effort to follow and to explain。 What was there to explain?
  How could he explain that which; to himself; was unbelievable? Besides;
  the girl had served her purpose。 If he could read the mind of one; he could
  read   the   minds   of   all。   By   some   unexplainable   miracle;   to   his   ordinary
  equipment   of   senses   a   sixth   had   been   added。   As   easily   as;   before   that
  morning; he could look into the face of a fellow…mortal; he now could look
  into the workings of that fellow…mortal's mind。 The thought was appalling。
  It was like living with one's ear to a key…hole。 In his dismay his first idea
  was to seek medical advicethe best in London。 He turned instantly in the
  direction     of   Harley    Street。   There;    he   determined;      to   the  most    skilled
  alienist    in   town    he   would     explain    his   strange    plight。   For   only    as  a
  misfortune did the miracle appear to him。 But as he made his way through
  the streets his pace slackened。
  Was     he   wise;    he   asked    himself;     in  allowing     others    to   know     he
  possessed   this   strange   power?   Would   they   not   at   once   treat   him   as   a
  madman?   Might   they   not   place   him   under   observation;   or   even   deprive
  him   of   his   liberty?   At   the   thought   he   came   to   an   abrupt   halt   His   own
  definition      of  the   miracle     as   a  〃power〃      had    opened     a   new    line   of
  speculation。   If   this   strange   gift   (already  he   was   beginning   to   consider   it
  more leniently) were concealed from others; could he not honorably put it
  to some useful purpose? For; among the blind; the man with one eye is a
  god。 Was not heamong all other men the only one able to read the minds
  of   all   other   mena   god?   Turning   into   Bruton   Street;   he   paced   its   quiet
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  length considering the possibilities that lay within him。
  It was apparent that the gift would lead to countless embarrassments。
  If   it   were   once   known   that   he   possessed   it;   would   not   even   his   friends
  avoid him? For how could any one; knowing his most secret thought was
  at   the   mercy   of   another;   be   happy   in   that   other's   presence?   His   power
  would lead to his social ostracism。 Indeed; he could see that his gift might
  easily become a curse。 He decided not to act hastily; that for the present he
  had best give no hint to others of his unique power。
  As    the   idea    of  possessing      this   power     became     more     familiar;    he
  regarded it with less aversion。 He began to consider to what advantage he
  could place it。 He could see that; given the right time and the right man; he
  might   learn   secrets   leading   to   far…reaching   results。   To   a   statesman;   to   a
  financier;   such   a   gift   as   he   possessed   would   make   him   a   ruler   of   men。
  Philip had no desire to be a ruler of men; but he asked himself how could
  he   bend   this   gift   to   serve   his   own? What   he   most   wished   was   to   marry
  Helen   Carey;   and;  to   that   end;  to possess   money。  So   he   must   meet   men
  who possessed money; who were making money。 He would put questions
  to them。 And with words they would give evasive answers; but their minds
  would tell him the truth。
  The ethics of this procedure greatly disturbed him。 Certainly it was no
  better than reading other people's letters。 But; he argued; the dishonor in
  knowledge so obtained would lie only in the use he made of it。 If he used
  it   without   harm   to   him   from   whom   it   was   obtained   and   with   benefit   to
  others;   was   he   not   justified   in   trading   on   his   superior   equipment?   He
  decided that each case must be considered separately in accordance with
  the principle involved。 But; principle or no principle; he was determined to
  become   rich。   Did   not   the   end   justify   the   means?   Certainly   an   all…wise
  Providence   had   not   brought   Helen   Carey   into   his   life   only   to   take   her
  away  from  him。  It   could not   be so   cruel。  But;  in selecting them  for   one
  another; the all…wise Providence had overlooked the fact that she was rich
  and     he  was    poor。   For    that  oversight     Providence      apparently      was   now
  endeavoring        to  make     amends。      In  what    certainly    was    a  fantastic    and
  roundabout manner Providence had tardily equipped him with a gift that
  could     lead   to   great   wealth。    And     who    was    he   to  fly   in  the   face   of
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  Providence? He decided to set about building up a fortune; and building it
  in a hurry。
  From   Bruton   Street   he   had   emerged   upon   Berkeley   Square;   and;   as
  Lady Woodcote had invited him to meet Helen at luncheon at the Ritz; he
  turned in that direction。 He was too early for luncheon; but in the corridor
  of the Ritz he knew he would find persons of position and fortune; and in
  reading     their   minds    he   might     pass   the   time   before    luncheon     with
  entertainment; possibly with profit。 For; while pacing Bruton Street trying
  to   discover   the   principles   of   conduct   that   threatened   to   hamper   his   new
  power;   he   had   found   that   in   actual   operation   it   was   quite   simple。   He
  learned that his mind; in relation to other minds; was like the receiver of a
  wireless   station   with   an   unlimited   field。   For;   while   the   wireless   could
  receive messages only from those instruments with which it was attuned;
  his mind was in key with all other minds。 To read the thoughts of another;
  he had only to concentrate his own upon that person; and to shut off the
  thoughts of that person; he had only to turn his own thoughts elsewhere。
  But also he discovered that over the thoughts of those outside the range of
  his physical sight he had no control。 When he asked of what Helen Carey
  was at that moment thinking; there was no result。 But when he asked; 〃Of
  what is that policeman on the corner thinking?〃 he was surprised to find
  that   that   officer   of   the   law   was   formulating   regulations   to   abolish   the
  hobble skirt as an impediment to traffic。
  As Philip turned into Berkeley Square; the accents of a mind in great
  distress smote upon his new and sixth sense。 And; in the person of a young
  gentleman leaning against the park railing; he discovered the source from
  which     the   mental    sufferings    emanated。     The   young     man    was   a  pink…
  cheeked;      yellow…haired      youth    of   extremely     boyish     appearance;      and
  dressed as if for the race…track。 But at the moment his pink and babyish
  face wore an expression of complete misery。 With tear…filled eyes he was
  gazing at a house of yellow stucco on the opposite side of the street。 And
  his thoughts were these: 〃She is the best that ever lived; and I am the most
  ungrateful of   fools。  How  happy  were   we in