cb.damnationgame-第12节
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〃You'll have to get used to using the kitchen when I'm not here。 I don't live in。 I just e and go。〃 〃Who cooks for Mr。 Whitehead when you're away？〃 〃He likes to do it himself on occasion。 But you'll have to put in a hand。〃 〃I can scarcely boil water。〃 〃You'll learn。〃 She turned to look at him； egg in hand。 She was older than he'd at first thought： maybe fifty。
〃Don't fret yourself about it；〃 she said。 〃How hungry？〃 〃Ravenous。〃 〃I left a cold spread out last night。〃 〃I fell asleep。〃 She broke one egg into the frying pan； and then a second； as she said； 〃Mr。 Whitehead doesn't have fancy tastes； except for his strawberries。 He won't be expecting soufflés； don't worry。 Most of the stuff's in the freezer next door： all you have to do is unwrap it and put it in the microwave。〃 Marty scanned the kitchen； taking in all the equipment： food processor； microwave oven； electric carving knife。 Behind him； mounted on the wall； was a row of television screens。 He hadn't noticed them last night。 Before he could inquire about them； however； Pearl was offering further gastronomic details。 〃He often gets hungry in the middle of the night； or so Nick used to say。 He keeps such funny hours； you see。〃 〃Who's Nick？〃 〃Your predecessor。 He left just before Christmas。 I quite liked him； but Bill said he got a little light…fingered。〃 〃I see。〃 She shrugged。 〃Still； you can't tell； can you？ I mean； he…〃 She halted in midsentence； quietly cursing her tongue； and covered her embarrassment by coaxing the eggs out of the pan and onto the plate to join the food she'd already assembled there。 Marty finished her thought out loud for her。
〃He didn't look like a thief； is that what you were going to say？〃 〃I didn't mean it like that；〃 she insisted； transferring the plate from stove to table。 〃Careful； the plate's hot。〃 Her face had gone the color of her hair。
〃It's all right；〃 Marty told her。
〃I liked Nick；〃 she reiterated。 〃Really I did。 I've broken one of the eggs。 I'm sorry。〃 Marty looked down at the full plate。 One of the yolks had indeed broken and was pooling around a fried tomato。
〃Looks fine to me；〃 he said with genuine appetite； and set to eating。 Pearl refilled his mug； found a cup for herself； filled that； and sat down with him。
〃Bill speaks very highly of you；〃 she said。
〃I wasn't sure he'd taken to me at first。〃 〃Oh； yes；〃 she said； 〃very much。 Partly because of your boxing； of course。 He used to be a professional boxer himself。〃 〃Really？〃 〃I thought he'd have told you。 This is thirty years ago。 Before he worked for Mr。 Whitehead。 You want some toast？〃 〃If there's some going。〃 She got up and cut two slices of white bread； then slipped them into the toaster。 She hesitated a moment before returning to the table。 〃I really am sorry；〃 she said。
〃About the egg？〃 〃About mentioning Nick and thieving…〃 〃I asked；〃 Marty replied。 〃Besides； you've every right to be cautious。 I'm an ex…con。 Not even ex； really。 I could go back if I put a foot wrong〃…he loathed saying this； as if the mere speaking of the words made the possibility more real…〃but I'm not going to let Mr。 Toy down。 Or myself。 OK？〃 She nodded； clearly relieved that nothing had been soured between them； and sat down again to finish her coffee。 〃You're not like Nick；〃 she said； 〃I can tell that already。〃 〃Was he odd？〃 Marty said。 〃Glass eye or something？〃 〃Well； he wasn't…〃 She seemed to regret this fresh line of conversation before it was begun。 〃It's no matter；〃 she said； dismissing it。
〃No。 Go on。〃 〃Well； for what it's worth； I think he had debts。〃 Marty tried not to register anything but the mildest interest。 But something must have showed in his eyes； a flicker of panic perhaps。 Pearl frowned。
〃What sort of debts？〃 he asked； lightly。
The toast popped up； claiming Pearl's attention。 She crossed to fetch the slices and brought them back to the table。 〃Excuse fingers；〃 she said。
〃Thanks。〃 〃I don't know how much he owed。〃 〃No； I don't mean how big； I meant 。 。 。 where did they e from？〃 Was he making this sound like an idle inquiry； he wondered； or was she able to see from the way he clutched his fork； or his sudden loss of appetite； that this was a significant question？ He had to ask it； however it might seem to her。 She thought for a moment before answering。 When she did； there was something of the street…corner gossip in her slightly lowered voice； whatever came next was to be a secret between them。
〃He used to e down here at all times of the day and make telephone calls。 He told me he was calling people in the business…he was a stuntman； you see； or had been…but I soon cottoned on that he was making bets。 It's my guess that's where the debts came from。 Gambling。〃 Somehow Marty had known the answer before it came。 It begged； of course； another question： was it just coincidence that Whitehead had employed two bodyguards； both； at some point in their lives； gamblers？ Both…it now appeared…thieves for their hobby？ Toy had never shown much interest in that aspect of Marty's life。 But then maybe all the salient facts were in the file that Somervale had always carried： the psychologist's reports； the trial transcripts； everything Toy would ever need to know about the pulsion that had driven Marty to theft。 He tried to shrug off the disfort he felt about all this。 What the hell did it matter？ It was old news； he was healthy now。
〃You finished with your plate？〃 〃Yes； thanks。〃 〃More coffee？〃 〃I'll get it。〃 Pearl took the plate from in front of Marty； scraped the uneaten food onto a second plate…〃For the birds；〃 she said…and started to load plates； cutlery and pans alike into the dishwasher。 Marty refilled his mug and watched her at work。 She was an attractive woman； middle…age suited her。
〃How many staff does Whitehead have altogether？〃 〃Mr。 Whitehead；〃 she said； gently correcting him。 〃Staff？ Well； there's me。 I e and go like I said。 And there's Mr。 Toy； of course。〃 〃He doesn't live here either； right？〃 〃He stays overnight when they have conferences here。〃 〃Is that regular？〃 〃Oh； yes。 There's a lot of meetings go on in the house。 People in and out all the time。 That's why Mr。 Whitehead's so security conscious。〃 〃Does he ever go down to London？〃 〃Not now；〃 she said。 〃He used to jet around quite a bit。 Off to New York or Hamburg or some such place。 But not now。 Now he just stays here all year round and makes the rest of the world e to him。 Where was I？〃 〃Staff。〃 〃Oh； yes。 The place used to swarm with people。 Security staff； servants； upstairs maids。 But then he went through a very suspicious patch。 Thought one of them might poison him or murder him in his bath。 So he sacked them all： just like that。 Said he was happier with just a few of us： the ones he trusted。 That way he wasn't surrounded by people he didn't know。〃 〃He doesn't know me。〃 〃Maybe not yet。 But he's canny： like nobody I've ever met。〃 The telephone rang。 She picked it up。 He knew it must be Whitehead on the other end。 Pearl looked caught in the act。
〃Oh 。 。 。 yes。 It's my fault。 I kept him talking。 Right away。〃 The receiver was quickly replaced。 〃Mr。 Whitehead's waiting for you。 You'd better hurry。 He's with the dogs。〃
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The kennels were located behind a group of outhouses…once stables； perhaps…two hundred yards to the back of the main house。 A sprawling collection of breeze…block sheds and wire…mesh enclosures； they had been built simply to fulfill their function； with no thought for architectural felicities； they were an eyesore。
It was chilly out in the open air； and crossing the crusty grass toward the kennels Marty had rapidly regretted his shirtsleeves。 But there'd been an urgency in Pearl's voice as she sent him on his way； and he didn't want to leave Whitehead…no； he must learn to think of the man as Mr。 Whitehead…waiting longer than he already had。 As it was； the great man seemed unruffled by his late arrival。
〃I thought we'd take a look at the dogs this morning。 Then maybe we'll make a tour of the grounds； yes？〃 〃Yes； Sir。〃 He was dressed in a heavy black coat； the thick fur collar of which cradled his head。
〃You like dogs？〃 〃You asking me honestly； sir？〃 〃Of course。〃 〃Not much。〃 〃Was your mother bitten； or were you？〃 There was a twitch of a smile in the bloodshot eyes。
〃Neither of us that I can remember； sir。〃 Whitehead grunted。 〃Well you're about to meet the tribe； Strauss； whether you like them or not。 It's important they get to recognize you。 They're trained to tear intruders apart。 We don't want them making any mistakes。〃 A figure had emerged from one of the larger sheds； carrying a choke chain。 It took two glances for Marty to work out whether the newer was male or female。 The cropped hair； the shabby anorak and the boots all suggested masculinity； but there was something in the molding of the face that betrayed the illusion。
〃This is Lillian。 She looks after the dogs。〃 The woman nodded a greeting without even glancing at Marty。
At her appearance several dogs…large； shaggy Alsatians…had emerged from the kennels into the concrete run； and were sniffing at her through the wire； whining a wele。 She shushed them unsuccessfully； the wele escalated into barks； and now one or two were standing on their hind legs； man…he
