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1、高英3版第3课Blackmail课文全文高英3版第3课Blackmail-课文全文BlackmailArthur Hailey The chief house officer, Ogilvie, who had declared he would appear at the Croydons suite an hour after his cryptic telephone call actually took twice that time. As a result the nerves of both the Duke and Duchess were excessively frayed

2、 when the muted buzzer of the outer door eventually sounded. The Duchess went to the door herself. Earlier she had dispatched her maid on an invented errand and, cruelly, instructed the moon-faced male secretary who was terrified of dogs to exercise the Bedlington terriers. Her own tension was not l

3、essened by the knowledge that both might return at any moment. A wave of cigar smoke accompanied Ogilvie in. When he had followed her to the living room, the Duchess looked pointedly at the half-burned cigar in the fat mans mouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Would you kindly put t

4、hat out. The house detectives piggy eyes surveyed her sardonically from his gross jowled face. His gaze moved on to sweep the spacious, well-appointed room, encompassing the Duke who faced them uncertainly, his back to a window. Pretty neat set-up you folks got.” Taking his time, Ogilvie removed the

5、 offending cigar, knocked off the ash and flipped the butt toward an ornamental fireplace on his right. He missed, and the butt fell upon the carpet where he ignored it. The Duchesss lips tightened. She said sharply, imagine you did not come here to discuss dcor . The obese body shook in an apprecia

6、tive chuckle . No, maam, cant say I did. I like nice things, though. He lowered the level of his incongruous falsetto voice. Like that car of yours. The one you keep here in the hotel. Jaguar, aint it? Aah! It was not a spoken word, but an emission of breath from the Duke of Croydon. His wife shot h

7、im a swift, warning glance. In what conceivable way does our car concern you?” As if the question from the Duchess had been a signal, the house detectives manner changed. He inquired abruptly, Who else is in this place? It was the Duke who answered, No one. We sent them out. Theres things it pays to

8、 check. Moving with surprising speed, the fat man walked around the suite, opening doors and inspecting the space behind them. Obviously he knew the room arrangement well. After reopening and closing the outer door, he returned, apparently satisfied, to the living room. The Duchess had seated hersel

9、f in a straight-backed Ogilvie remained standing. Now then, he said. You two was in the hit-n-run . She met his eyes directly. What are you talking about? Dont play games, lady. This is for real. He took out a fresh cigar and bit off the end, You saw the papers. Theres been plenty on radio, too. Two

10、 high points of color appeared in the paleness of the Duchess of Croydons cheeks. What you are suggesting is the most disgusting, ridiculous. I told you Cut it out!” The words spat forth with sudden savagery , all pretense of blandness gone. Ignoring the Duke, Ogilvie waved the unlighted cigar under

11、 his adversary s adversary s nose. You listen to me, your high-an-mightiness. This citys burnin mad cops, mayor, everybody else. When they find who done that last night, who killed that kid an its mother, then high-tailed it, theyll throw the book, and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fan

12、cy titles neither. Now I know what I know, and if I do what by rights I should, therell be a squad of cops in here so fast youll hardly see em. But I come to you first, in fairness, sos you could tell your side of it to me. The piggy eyes blinked, then hardened. f you want it the other way, just say

13、 so. The Duchess of Croydon three centuries and a half of inbred arrogance behind her did not yield easily. Springing to her feet, her face wrathful, gray-green eyes blazing, she faced the grossness of the house detective squarely. Her tone would have withered anyone who knew her well. “You unspeaka

14、ble blackguard! How dare you!” Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant. But it was the Duke of Croydon who interjected, Its no go, old girl. Im afraid. It was a good try. Facing Ogilvie, he said, What you accuse us of is true. I am to blame. I was driving the car and killed the l

15、ittle girl. Thats more like it, Ogilvie said. He lit the fresh cigar. Now were getting somewhere. Wearily, in a gesture of surrender, the Duchess of Croydon sank back into her chair. Clasping her hands to conceal their trembling, she asked. What is it you know? Well now, Ill spell it out. The house

16、detective took his time, leisurely putting a cloud of blue cigar smoke, his eyes sardonically on the Duchess as if challenging her objection. But beyond wrinkling her nose in distaste, she made no comment. Ogilvie pointed to the Duke. Last night, early on, you went to Lindys Place in Irish Bayou. Yo

17、u drove there in your fancy Jaguar, and you took a lady friend. Leastways, I guess youd call her that if youre not too fussy. As Ogilvie glanced, grinning, at the Duchess, the Duke said sharply, Get on with it! Well the smug fat face swung back the way I hear it, you won a hundred at the tables, the

18、n lost it at the bar. You were into a second hundred with a real swinging party when your wife here got there in a taxi. How do you know all this? Ill tell you, Duke Ive been in this town and this hotel a long time. I got friends all over. I oblige them; they do the same for me, like letting me know

19、 what gives, an where. There aint much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I dont get to hear about. Most of em never know I know, or know me. They think they got their little secret tucked away , and so they have except like now. The Duke said coldly, I see. One thing Id like t

20、o know. I got a curious nature, ma am. Howd you figure where he was? The Duchess said, You know so much. I suppose it doesnt matter. My husband has a habit of making notes while he is telephoning. Afterward he often forgets to destroy them. ” The house detective clucked his tongue reprovingly . A li

21、ttle careless habit like that, Duke look at the mess it gets you in. Well, heres what I figure about the rest. You an your wife took off home, you drivin, though the way things turned out it might have been better if shed have drove. My wife doesnt drive. Ogilvie nodded understandingly. Explains tha

22、t one. Anyway, I reckon you were lickered ( = liquored ) up, but good. The Duchess interrupted. Then you dont know! You dont know anything for sure! You cant possibly prove. Lady, I can prove all I need to. The Duke cautioned, Better let him finish, old girl. Thats right, Ogilvie said. Just sit an l

23、isten. Last night I seen you come in through the basement, sos not to use the lobby. Looked right shaken, too, the pair of you. Just come in myself, an I got to wondering why. Like I said, I got a curious nature. The Duchess breathed, Go on. Late last night the word was out about the hit-n-run. On a

24、 hunch I went over the garage and took a quiet look-see at your car. You maybe dont know its away in a corner, behind a pillar where the jockeys dont see it when theyre comin by. The Duke licked his lips. I suppose that doesnt matter now. You might have something there, Ogilvie conceded. Anyway, wha

25、t I found made me do some scouting - across at police headquarters where they know me too. He paused to puff again at the cigar as his listeners waited silently. When the cigar tip was glowing he inspected it, then continued. Over there they got three things to go on. They got a headlight trim ring

26、which musta come off when the kid an the woman was hit. They got some headlight glass, and lookin at the kids clothin, they reckon therell be a brush trace. A what? You rub clothes against something hard, Duchess, specially if its shiny like a car fender, say, an it leaves a mark the same way as fin

27、ger prints. The police lab kin pick it up like they do prints dust it, an it shows. Thats interesting, the Duke said, as if speaking of something unconnected with himself. I didnt know that. Not many do. In this case, though, I reckon it dont make a lot o difference. On your car you got a busted hea

28、dlight, and the trim rings gone. Aint any doubt theyd match up, even without the brush trace an the blood. 0h yeah, I should a told you. Theres plenty of blood, though it dont show too much on the black paint. Oh, my God! A hand to her face, the Duchess turned away. Her husband asked, What do you pr

29、opose to do? The fat man rubbed his hands together, looking down at his thick, fleshy fingers. Like I said, I come to hear your side of it. The Duke said despairingly, “What can I possibly say? You know what happened.” He made an attempt to square his shoulders which did not succeed. “Youd better ca

30、ll the police and get it over.” “Well now, theres no call for being hasty .” The incongruous falsetto voice took on a musing note. “Whats dones been done. Rushing any place aint gonna bring back the kid nor its mother neither. Besides, what theyd do to you across at the headquarters, Duke, you would

31、nt like. No sir, you wouldnt like it at all.” The other two slowly raised their eyes. “I was hoping,” Ogilvie said, “that you folks could suggest something.” The Duke said uncertainly, “I dont understand.” “I understand,” the Duchess of Croydon said. “You want money, dont you? You came here to blackmail us.” If she expected her words to shock, they did not succeed. The house detective shrugged. “Whatever names you call things, maam, dont matter to me. All I come for was to help you people out of trouble. But I got to liv