cb.imajica2-第29节
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The rainstorm had preceded them to the city； unleashed its torrent； and moved off； so that by the time they reached the outskirts there was sufficient blue sky overhead to promise a warm； if glistening； evening。 The traffic was still clogged； however； and the last three miles of the journey took almost as long as the previous thirty。 By the time they reached Gentle's studio their driver； used to the quiet roads around the estate； was out of sympathy with the whole endeavor and had several times broken his silence to curse the traffic and warn his passengers that he was going to require very considerable repense for his troubles。
Jude got out of the car along with Gentle and on the studio step…out of the driver's earshot…asked him if he had enough money inside to pay the man。 She would rather take a taxi from here； she said； than endure his pany any longer。 Gentle replied that if there was any cash in the studio； it certainly wouldn't be sufficient。
〃It looks like I'm stuck with him then；〃 Jude said。 〃Never mind。 Do you want me to e up with you？ Have you got a key？〃
〃There'll be somebody in downstairs；〃 he replied。 〃They've got a spare。〃
〃Then I suppose this is it。〃 It was so bathetic； parting like this after all that had gone before。 〃I'll ring you when we've both slept〃
〃The phone's probably been cut off。〃
〃Then ring me from a box； huh？ I won't be at Oscar's； I'll be at home。〃
The conversation might have guttered out there； but for his reply。
〃Don't stay away from him on my account；〃 he said。
〃What do you mean by that？〃
〃Just that you've got your love affairs；〃 he said。
〃And what？ You've got yours？〃
〃Not exactly。〃
〃What then？〃
〃I mean； not exactly love affairs。〃 He shook his head。 〃Never mind。 We'll talk about it some other time。〃
〃No；〃 Jude told him； taking his arm as he tried to turn from her。 〃We'll talk about it now。〃
Gentle sighed wearily。 〃Look； it doesn't matter；〃 he said。
〃If it doesn't matter； just tell me。〃
He hesitated for several seconds。 Then he said； 〃I got married。〃
〃Did you indeed？〃 she said； with feigned lightness。 〃And who's the lucky girl？ Not the kid you were talking about？〃
〃Huzzah？ Good God； no。〃
He paused for a tiny time； frowning deeply。
〃Go on；〃 she said。 〃Spit it out。〃
〃I married Pie 'oh' pah。〃
Her first impulse was to laugh…the thought was absurd…but before the sound escaped her she caught the frown on his face and revulsion overtook laughter。 This was no joke。 He'd married the assassin； the sexless thing who was a function of its lover's every desire。 And why was she so stunned？ When Oscar had described the species to her； hadn't she herself remarked that it was Gentle's idea of paradise？
〃That's some secret；〃 she said。
〃I would have told you about it sooner or later。〃
Now she allowed herself a little laughter； soft and sour。 〃Back there you almost had me believing there was something between us。〃
〃That's because there was；〃 he replied。 〃Because there always will be。〃
〃Why should that matter to you now？〃。
〃I have to hold on to a little of what I was。 What I dreamed。〃
〃And what did you dream？〃
〃That the three of us…〃 He stopped； sighing。 Then： 〃That the three of us would find some way to be together。〃 He wasn't looking at her but at the empty ground between them； where he'd clearly wanted his beloved Pie to stand。 〃The mystif would have learned to love you；〃 he said。
〃I don't want to hear this；〃 she snapped。
〃It would have been anything you desired。 Anything。〃
〃Stop；〃 she told him。 〃Just stop。〃
He shrugged。 〃It's all right；〃 he said。 〃Pie's dead。 And we're going our different ways。 It was just some stupid dream I had。 I thought you'd want to know it； that's all。〃
〃I don't want anything from you；〃 she replied coldly。 〃You can keep your lunacies to yourself from now on！〃
She'd long since let go of his arm； leaving him to retreat up the steps。 But he didn't go。 He simply stood watching her； squinting like a drunkard trying to hook one thought to another。 It was she who retreated； shaking her head as she turned her back on him and crossed the puddled pavement to the car。 Once in； the door slammed； she told the driver to get going； and… the car sped from the curb。
On the step Gentle watched the corner where the car turned long after the vehicle had gone from sight； as though some words of peace might yet e to his lips and be carried from them to call her back。 But he was out of persuasions。 Though he'd returned to his place as a Reconciler； he knew he'd here opened a wound he lacked the gift to heal； at least until he'd slept and recovered his faculties。
Forty…five minutes after she'd left Gentle on his doorstep； Jude was throwing open the windows of her house to let in the late…afternoon sun and some fresh air。 The journey from the studio had passed with her scarcely being aware of the fact； so stunned had she been by Gentle's revelation。 Married！ The thought was absurd； except that she couldn't find it in herself to be amused。
Though it was now many weeks since she'd occupied the house （all but the hardiest of her plants had died from loneliness； and she'd forgotten how the percolator and the locks on the windows worked）； it was still a place she felt at home in； and by the time she'd downed a couple of cups of coffee； showered； and changed into some clean clothes； the Dominion from which she'd stepped only hours before was receding。 In the presence of so many familiar sights and smells the strangeness of Yzordderrex wasn't its strength but its frailty。 Without invitation； her mind had already drawn a line between the place she'd left and the one which she was now in； as solid as the division between a thing dreamt and a thing lived。 No wonder Oscar had made a ritual of going up to his treasure room； she thought； and muning with his collection。 It was a way of holding on to a perception that was under constant siege by the monplace。
With several jolts of coffee buzzing around her bloodstream； the fatigue she'd felt on the journey back into the city had disappeared； so she decided to use the evening to visit Oscar's house。 She'd called him several times since she'd got back； but the fact that nobody had answered was not； she knew； proof of his absence or demise。 He'd seldom picked up the telephone in the house…that duty had fallen to Dowd…and more than once he'd stated his abhorrence of the machines。 In paradise； he'd once said； the mon blessed use telegrams and the saints have talking doves； all the telephones are down below。
She left the house at seven or so； caught a cab； and went to Regent's Park Road。 She found the house securely 'locked； without so much as a window standing ajar； which on such a clement evening surely meant there was nobody home。 Just to be sure； she went around to the rear of the house and peered in。 At the sight of her； the three parrots Oscar kept in the back room rose from their perches in alarm。 Nor did they settle； but squawked on in panic as she cupped her hands over her brow and peered in to see if their seed and water bowls were full。 Though their perches were too far from the window for her to see； their level of agitation was enough to make her fear the worst Oscar； she suspected； hadn't soothed their feathers in a long time。 So where was he？ Back at the estate； lying dead in the long grass？ If so； it would be folly to go back there now and look for him； with darkness an hour away at most。 Besides； when she thought back to her last glimpse of him； she was reasonably certain she'd seen him rising to his feet； framed against the door。 He was robust； despite his excesses。 She couldn't believe he was dead。 In hiding； more like： concealing himself from the Tabula Rasa。 With that thought in mind she returned to the front door and scribbled an anonymous note； telling him she was alive and well； and slipped it into the letter box。 He'd know who'd penned it。 Who else would write that the Express had brought her home； safe and sound？
A little after ten…thirty she was preparing for bed when she heard somebody calling her name from the street。 She went to the balcony and looked out to see Clem standing on the pavement below； hollering for all he was worth。 It was many months since they'd spoken； and her pleasure at the sight of him was tinged with guilt at her neglect。 But from the relief in his voice at her appearance； and the fervor of his hug； she knew he hadn't e to squeeze apologies out of her。 He needed to tell her something extraordinary； he said； but before he did （she'd think he was crazy； he warned）； he needed a drink。 Could she get him a brandy？
She could and did。
He fairly guzzled it； then said； 〃Where's Gentle？〃
The question； and his demanding tone； caught her off guard； and she floundered。 Gentle wanted to be invisible； and furious as she was with him； she felt obliged to respect that wish。 But Clem needed to know badly。
〃He's been away； hasn't he？ Klein told me he tried calling； but the phone was cut off。 Then he wrote Gentle a letter； and it was never answered…〃
〃Yes；〃 Jude said。 〃I believe he's been away。〃
〃But he just came back。〃
〃Did he？〃 she replied； more puzzled by the moment。 〃Maybe you know better than I do。〃
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