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alistairmaclean.bearisland-第26部分

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 Smithy removed the last of the screws and; not without some effort; removed the face…plate。 I looked at the revealed interior for about ten seconds then said: I see now why you put the face…plate back on。 The only thing that puzzles me is that that cabinet looks a bit small for a man to get inside it with a fourteen…pound sledgehammer。〃
 〃Looks just like it; doesn't it?〃 The tangled mess of wreckage inside was; literally; indescribable; the vandal who had been at work had seen to it that; irrespective of how vast a range of spares were carried; the receiver…transmitter could never be made operable again。 〃You've seen enough?〃
 I think so He started to replace the cover and I said: ‘You've radios in the lifeboats?〃
 〃Yes。 Hand…cranked。 They'll reach farther than the galley but a megaphone would be about as good。〃
 〃You'll have to report this to the captain; of course。〃
 〃Of course。〃
 〃Then it's heigh…ho for Hammerfest?〃
 〃Twenty…four hours from now and he can heigh…ho for Tahiti as far as I'm concerned。〃 Smithy tightened the last screw。 〃That's when I'm going to tell him。 Twenty…four hours from now。 Maybe twenty…six。〃
 〃Your outside limit for dropping anchor in Sor…Hamna?〃 
 〃Tying up。 Yes。〃
 〃You're a very deceitful man; Smithy。〃
 〃It's the pany I keep。 And the life I lead。〃
 〃You're not to blame yourself; Smithy;〃 I said kindly。 〃We live in vexed and troubled times。〃
 
 7
 
 When the Norwegian pilers of the report on Bear Island had spoken of it as possessing perhaps the most inhospitably bleak coastline in the world; they had been speaking with the measured understatement of true professional geographers。 As we approached it in the first light of dawn which in those latitudes; at that time of year; and under grey and lowering skies which were not only full of snow but getting rid of it as fast as they could; was as near midforenoon as made no difference…it presented the most awesome; awe…inspiring and; in the true sense of the word; awful spectacle of nature it had ever been my misfortune to behold。 A frightening desolation; it was a weird bination of the wickedly repellent and unwillingly fascinating; an evil and dreadful and sinister place; a place full of the terrifying intimation of mortality; the culmination of all the terrors for our long lost Nordic ancestors for whom hell was the land of eternal cold and for whom this would be the eternally frozen purgatory to be visited only in their dying nightmares。
 Bear Island was black。 That was the shocking; the almost frightful thing about it。 Bear Island was black; black as a widow's weeds。 Here's in the regions of year…long snow and ice; where; in winter; even the waters of the Barents Sea ran a milky white; to find this ebony mass towering fifteen hundred vertical feel? up into the grey overcast evoked the same feeling of total disbelief; the same numbing impact; although here magnified a hundred fold; as does the first glimpse of the black cliff of the north face of the Eiger rearing up its appalling grandeur among the snows of the Bernese Oberland: this benumbment of the senses stemmed from a dichotomous struggle to accept the evidence before the eyes for while reason said that it had to be so that primeval part of the mind that existed long before man knew what reason was just flatly refused to accept it。
 We were just southwest of the most southerly tip of Bear Island; steaming due cast through the calmest seas that we had encountered since leaving Wick; but even that term was only relative; it was still necessary to hang on to something if one wished to maintain the perpendicular。 Overall; the weather hadn't changed any for the better; the parative moderating of the seas was due entirely to the fact that the wind blew now directly from the north and We were in the lee of whatever little shelter was afforded by those giant cliffs。 We were making this particular approach to our destination at Otto's request for he was understandably anxious to build up a library of background shots which; so far; was pletely nonexistent; and those bleak precipices would have made a cameraman's or director's dream: but Otto's luck was running true to form; those driving gusts of snow; which would in any event have driven straight into the camera lens and pletely obscured it; more often than not obscured the cliffs themselves。
 Due north lay the highest cliffs of the island; the dolomite battlements of the Hambergfiell dropping like a stone into the spume…topped waves that lashed its base; with; standing out to sea; an imposing rock needle thrusting up at least 250 feet?: to the northeast; and less than a mile distant; stood the equally magnificent Bird Fell cliffs with; clustered at their foot; an incredible series of high stacks。。 pinnacles and arches that could only have been the handiwork of some Herculean sculptor; at once both blind and mad。
 All this we…about ten others and myself…could see purely by courtesy of the fact that we were on the bridge which had its foreword screen windows equipped with a high…speed Kent clear…view screen directly in front of the helmsman…which at this particular moment was Smithy;While on either side were two very large windscreen wipers which coped rather less effectively with the gusting snow。
 I was standing with Conrad; Lonnie; and Mary Stuart in front of the port wiper。 Conrad; who was by no means as dashing in real life as he was on the screen; appeared to have struck up some kind of diffident friendship with Mary which; I reflected; was as well for her social life as she'd barely spoken to me since the morning of the previous day; which might have been interpreted as being a bit graceless of her considering I'd incurred a large variety of aches and cramps in preventing her from falling to the floor during most of the preceding night。 She hadn't exactly avoided me in the past twenty…four hours but neither had she sought me Out; maybe she had certain things on her mind; such as her conscience and her unforgivable treatment of me: nor had I exactly sought her out for I; too; had a couple of things on my mind; the first of which was herself。
 I had developed towards her a markedly ambivalent feeling: while I had to be grateful to her for having; however unwittingly; saved my life because her aversion to Scotch had prevented me from having the last nightcap I'd ever have had in this world; at the same time she'd prevented me from moving around and; just possibly; stumbling upon the lad who had been wandering about in the middle watches with ill…intent in his heart and a sledgehammer in his hand。 That she; and for whomsoever she worked; knew beyond question that I was a person who might have reason to be abroad at inconvenient hours I no longer doubted。 And the second thing in my mind was the 〃whomsoever〃: I no longer doubted that it was Heissman and perhaps he didn't even stand in need of an acplice: doctors; by the nature of their profession; are even  more fallible and liable to error than the average run of mankind and I might well have been in error when I'd seen him on his bed in pain and him unfit to move around。 Moreover; Goin apart; he was the only man with a cabin to himself and so able to sally out and return undetected by a roommate。
 And; of course; there was always this mysterious Siberian background of his。 None of which; not even his secret meeting with Mary Stuart; was enough to hang a cat on。
 Lonnie touched my arm and I turned。 He smelt like a distillery。 He said: 〃Remember what we were talking about? Two nights ago。〃
 〃We talked about a lot of things。〃
 〃Bars。〃
 〃Don't you ever think of anything else; Lonnie? Bars? What bars?〃
 In the great hereafter;〃 Lonnie said solemnly。 〃Do you think there are any there? In heaven; I mean。 I mean; you couldn't very well call it heaven if there are no bars there; now could you? I mean; I wouldn't call it an act of kindness to send an old man like me to a prohibition heaven; now would you。 It wouldn't be kind。〃
 〃I don't know; Lonnie。 On biblical evidence I should expect there would be some wine around。 And lots of milk and honey。〃 Lonnie looked pained。 〃What leads you to expect that you're ever going to be faced with the problem?〃
 I was but posing a hypothetical question。〃 The old man spoke with dignity。 〃It would be positively un…Christian to send me there。 God; I'm thirsty。 Unkind; is what I mean。 I mean; charity is the greatest of Christian virtues。〃 He shook his head sadly。 〃An act of the greatest uncharity; my dear boy; the very negation of the spirit of kindness。〃 Lonnie gazed out through a side window at the fantastically shaped islets of Keilhous Of; Hesteinen; and Stappen; now directly off our port beam and less than half a mile distant。 His face was set in lines of tranquil sacrifice。 He was as drunk as an owl。
 〃You do believe in this kindness; Lonnie?〃 I said curiously。 After a lifetime in the cinema business I didn't see how he possibly could。〃
 〃What else is there; my dear boy。〃
 〃Even to those who don't deserve it';〃
 〃Ah! Now。 There is the point。 Those are the ones who deserve it most。〃
 〃Even Judith Haynes?〃
 He looked as if I had struck him and when I saw the expression on his face I felt as if I had struck him; even although I felt his to be a mysteriously exaggerated reaction。 I reached out a hand even as I was about to apologise for I knew not what but he turned away; a curious sadness on his face; and left the bridge。
 〃Now I've seen the impossible;〃 Conrad said。 He wasn't smiling but he wasn't being censorious either。 〃Someone has at last given offence to Lonnie Gilbert。〃
 〃One has to work at it;〃 I said。 〃I've transgressed against Lonnie's creed。
 He thinks that I'm unkind。〃
 〃Unkind〃 Mary Stuart laid a hand on the arm I was using to steady myself。 The skin under the brown eyes was perceptibly darker than it had been thirty…six hours ago and was even beginning to look puffy and the whites of the eyes themselves were dulled and slightly tinged with red。 She hesitated; as if about to say something; then her gaze shifted to a point over my left shoulder。 I turned。
 Captain Imrie closed the starboard wheelhouse door behind him。 Insofar as it was possible to detect the shift and play of expression on that splendidly bewhiskered and bearded face it seemed that the captain was upset; even agitated。 He crossed directly to Smithy and spoke to him in a low and urgent voice。 Smithy registered surprise then shook his head。 Captain Imrie spoke again; briefly。 Smithy shrugged his shoulders; then said something in return。 Both men looked at me and I knew there was more trouble ing; if not actually arrived; if for no reason other than that so far nothing untoward had happened with which I hadn't been directly or indirectly concerned。 Captain Imrie fixed me with his piercing blue eyes; jerked his head with most uncharacteristic peremptoriness towards the chartroom door and headed for it himself。 I shrugged my own shoulders in apology to Mary and Conrad and followed。 Captain Imrie closed the door behind me。
 〃More trouble; mister。〃 I didn't much care for the way he called me (mister。〃 〃One of the film crew; John Halliday; has disappeared。〃
 〃Disappeared where?〃 It wasn't a very intelligent question but then it wasn't meant
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