第 7 节
作者:津股巡览      更新:2021-02-20 05:16      字数:9320
  responsibility has been too much for me。〃
  〃You see a battle…ship?〃 inquired the Jew。
  〃A    phantom      battle…ship;〃     Ford    explained;     〃a   sort   OF    FLYING
  DUTCHMAN。   The   time   I   saw   it   I   was   on   the   bridge;   and   I   yelled   and
  telegraphed the engine…room。 I brought the ship to a full stop; and backed
  her。   But   it   was   dirty  weather;   and   the   error   was   passed   over。 After   that;
  when   I   saw   the   thing   coming   I   did   nothing。   But   each   time   I   think   it   is
  real。〃 Ford shivered slightly and glanced about him。 〃Some day;〃 he added
  fatefully; it WILL be real; and I will NOT signal; and the ship will sink!〃
  In   silence;   Prothero     observed    his   visitor  closely。    The   young     man
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  seemed sincere; genuine。 His manner was direct and frank。 He looked the
  part he had assumed; as one used to authority。
  〃My fees are large;〃 said the Russian。
  At   this   point;  had   Ford;    regardless    of  terms;   exhibited    a  hopeful
  eagerness to at once close with him; the Jew would have shown him the
  door。 But Ford was on guard; and well aware that a lieutenant in the navy
  had but few guineas to throw away on medicines。 He made a movement as
  though to withdraw。
  〃Then I am afraid;〃 he said; 〃I must go somewhere else。〃
  His reluctance apparently only partially satisfied the Jew。
  Ford adopted opposite tactics。 He was never without ready money。 His
  paper saw to it that in its interests he was always able at any moment to
  pay for a special train across Europe; or to bribe the entire working staff of
  a cable office。 From his breast…pocket he took a blue linen envelope; and
  allowed the Jew to see that it was filled with twenty… pound notes。 〃I have
  means outside my pay;〃 said Ford。
  I would give almost any price to the man who can cure me。〃 The eyes
  of the Russian flashed avariciously。
  〃I   will  arrange    the  terms    to  suit  you;〃   he   exclaimed。     〃Your    case
  interests me。 Do you See this…mirage only at sea?〃
  〃In any open place;〃 Ford assured him。 〃In a park or public square; but
  of course most frequently at sea。〃
  The quack waved his great hands as though brushing aside a curtain。
  〃I will remove the illusion;〃 he said; 〃and give you others more pretty。〃
  He   smiled   meaningfullyan   evil; leering smile。  〃When   will   you   come?〃
  he asked。 Ford glanced about him nervously。
  〃I   shall  stay   now;〃   he   said。  〃  I   confess;  in  the   streets  and  in  my
  lodgings I am frightened。 You give me confidence。 I want to stay near you。
  I feel safe with you。 If you will give me writing…paper; I will send for my
  things。〃
  For a moment the Jew hesitated; and then motioned to a desk。 As Ford
  wrote;    Prothero     stood   near   him;   and   the  reporter    knew    that  over   his
  shoulder   the   Jew   was   reading   what   he   wrote。   Ford   gave   him   the   note;
  unsealed; and asked that it be forwarded at once to his lodgings。
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  〃To…morrow;〃        he  said;   〃I  will  call  up   our   Embassy;     and   give   my
  address to our Naval Attache。
  〃I will attend to that;〃 said Prothero。
  From now  you   are in   my  hands; and   you   can communicate   with the
  outside   only   through   me。   You   are   to   have   absolute   rest   no   books;   no
  letters;  no   papers。 And   you   will   be   fed   from  a   spoon。   I   will   explain   my
  treatment later。 You will now go to your room; and you will remain there
  until you are a well man。〃
  Ford had no wish to be at once shut off from the rest of the house。 The
  odor of cooking came through the hall; and seemed to offer an excuse for
  delay。
  〃I smell food;〃 he laughed。 〃And I'm terrifically hungry。 Can't I have a
  farewell dinner before you begin feeding me from a spoon?〃
  The Jew was about to refuse; but; with his guilty knowledge of what
  was   going   forward   in   the   house;   he   could   not   be   too   sure   of   those   he
  allowed to   enter it。  He   wanted   more   time   to   spend in studying this new
  patient; and the dinner…table seemed to offer a place where he could do so
  without the other suspecting he was under observation。
  〃My associate and I were just about to dine;〃 he said。 〃You will wait
  here until I have another place laid; and you can join us。〃
  He departed; walking heavily down the hall; but almost at once Ford;
  whose   ears   were   alert   for   any   sound;   heard   him   returning;   approaching
  stealthily on tiptoe。 If by this maneuver the Jew had hoped to discover his
  patient    in  some    indiscretion;    he   was   unsuccessful;     for   he  found    Ford
  standing just where he had left him; with his back turned to the door; and
  gazing with apparent interest at a picture on the wall。 The significance of
  the incident was not lost upon the intruder。 It taught him he was still under
  surveillance;      and   that  he   must   bear   himself    warily。   Murmuring       some
  excuse for having returned; the Jew again departed; and in a few minutes
  Ford   heard   his   voice;   and   that   of   another   man;   engaged   in   low   tones   in
  what was apparently an eager argument。
  Only once was the voice of the other man raised sufficiently for Ford
  to distinguish his words。 〃He is an American;〃 protested the voice; 〃that
  makes it worse。〃
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  Ford    guessed     that   the  speaker     was   Pearsall;    and   that   against   his
  admittance   to   the   house   he   was   making   earnest   protest。 A  door;   closing
  with a bang; shut off the argument; but within a few minutes it was evident
  the Jew had carried his point; for he reappeared to announce that dinner
  was waiting。 It was served in a room at the farther end of the hall; and at
  the   table;   which   was   laid   for   three;   Ford   found   a   man   already   seated。
  Prothero introduced him as 〃my associate;〃 but from his presence in the
  house; and from the fact that he was an American; Ford knew that he was
  Pearsall。
  Pearsall   was   a   man   of   fifty。   He   was   tall;   spare;   with   closely   shaven
  face   and    gray   hair;  worn   rather    long。   He   spoke   with    the   accent   of   a
  Southerner;      and    although     to  Ford    he   was    studiously    polite;   he   was
  obviously greatly ill at ease。 He had the abrupt; inattentive manners; the
  trembling fingers and quivering lips; of one who had long been a slave to
  the drug habit; and who now; with difficulty; was holding himself in hand。
  Throughout the dinner; speaking to him as though; interested only as
  his   medical   advisers;   the   Jew;   and   occasionally   the   American;   sharply
  examined and   cross…examined   their   visitor。   But   they  were   unable   to   trip
  him in his story; or to suggest that he was not just what he claimed to be。
  When   the   dinner   was   finished;   the   three   men;   for   different   reasons;
  were each more at his ease。 Both Pearsall and Prothero believed from the
  new patient they had nothing to fear; and Ford was congratulating himself
  that his presence at the house was firmly secure。
  〃I think;〃 said Pearsall; 〃we should warn Mr。 Grant that there are in the
  house     other    patients    who;    like  himself;     are  suffering     from    nervous
  disorders。 At   times   some   silly   neurotic   woman   becomes   hysterical;   and
  may make an outcry or scream。 He must not think 〃
  〃That's all right!〃 Ford reassured him cheerfully。 〃 I expect that。 In a
  sanatorium it must be unavoidable。〃
  As he spoke; as though by a signal prearranged; there came from the
  upper portion of the house a scream; long; insistent。
  It was the voice of a woman; raised in appeal ; in protest; shaken with
  fear。 Without for an instant regarding it; the two men fastened their eyes
  upon the visitor。 The hand of the Jew dropped quickly from his beard; and
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  slid to the inside pocket of his coat。 With eyes apparently unseeing; Ford
  noted the movement。
  〃He carries a gun;〃 was his mental comment; 〃and he seems perfectly
  willing to use it。〃 Aloud; he said: 〃That; I suppose is one of them?〃
  Prothero nodded gravely; and turned to Pearsall。 〃Will you attend her?〃