p&c.brimstone-第19部分

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ung　on　his　wall。　
　He　scrambled　back　from　the　stone　wall；　running　along　it　in　a　low　crouch；　praying　his　back　wasn't　exposed。　As　he　ran；　he　popped　the　clip　from　the　gun；　peering　at　it　in　the　dim　light。　Empty。　That　left　him　only　two　shots　in　the　chamber　。　。　。　thirteen　rounds　wasted。　
　Suddenly　he　saw　something　e　into　view　through　the　trees　up　ahead：　the　bridge　over　the　110th　Street　off…ramp。　The　whole　thing　was　chain…linked　like　a　cage。　If　he　got　caught　in　there；　he'd　be　the　proverbial　fish　in　a　barrel。　
　But　turning　back…jumping　back　over　the　stone　wall　and　crossing　the　open　walkway…meant　running　right　into　the　arms　of　his　pursuers。　And　that　would　be　suicide。　
　He　glanced　down　to　his　right。　There　was　only　one　other　choice。　It　was　the　highway　or　nothing。　Get　out　on　the　West　Side　Highway；　stop　traffic；　create　a　snarl；　radio　for　help。　They　wouldn't　pursue　him　or　shoot　at　him　out　there。　
　Without　waiting　to　reconsider；　he　charged　down　the　steep　embankment；　clawing　through　the　brambles　and　sumac　and　poison　ivy；　half　falling；　half　rolling。　The　branches　tore　cruelly　through　the　fabric　of　his　uniform；　and　the　sharp　rocks　of　the　embankment　bruised　his　shoulders　and　knees。　
　Whang！sounded　the　shot。　
　Ahead；　the　embankment　dropped　away　steeply。　He　fell；　rolled　as　far　as　he　could；　forced　himself　back　onto　his　feet；　and　began　running　again；　casting　one　brief　look　back。　He　could　hear　them　crashing　through　the　brush　not　thirty　feet　above　him。　In　desperation；　he　wheeled；　squeezed　off　a　shot　at　the　closest　figure。　It　ducked　to　the　side；　then　charged　forward　again。　D'Agosta　turned　and　ran　with　all　his　might。　His　heart　was　racing　dangerously。　The　rush　of　cars　was　suddenly　louder；　the　lights　flashing　through　the　trees；　flashing　on　him　for　a　moment。　
　Whang！　Whang！　
　He　ducked；　zigzagged。　The　highway　was　just　fifty　feet　ahead。　The　headlights　were　now　flashing　across　him；　making　a　clear　target。　
　Thirty　more　feet。　The　trees　were　thinning；　giving　way　to　garbage　and　weeds。　
　Whang！　
　The　embankment　leveled　out。　Twenty　more　feet　to　the　edge　of　the　trees　and　the　highway。　He　ran　flat　out；　making　a　beeline…　
　Boom。And　he　was　thrown　back。　
　D'Agosta　lay　there　for　a　moment；　stunned；　thinking　he'd　been　hit；　that　it　was　over。　Then　he　realized　he'd　run　full　tilt　into　the　chain…link　fence　that　ran　just　above　the　highway。　His　eyes　took　it　in　within　the　space　of　a　heartbeat：　the　concertina　wire　at　the　top；　the　crappy　fence　all　mangled　and　twisted　by　junkies；　the　skeletons　of　cars　lying　on　the　verge　below　the　far　side。Of　course。　In　the　old　days；　he　had　driven　that　highway　a　million　times；　seen　that　fence　leaning　dangerously　above　him；　stuffed　with　trash　and　decaying　leaves。　One　more　thing　he'd　forgotten　in　those　years　in　British　Columbia。　He　was　trapped。　
　This　was　it。　He　rose　on　one　knee　and　turned　to　make　his　stand。One　round；　two　men。　
　The　math　wasn't　good。　
　　　
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　A　low　fire　burned　in　the　grate；　casting　a　ruddy　light　on　the　wallsof　books　and　chasing　the　damp　chill　from　the　air。　Two　wing　chairs　occupied　the　space　on　either　side　of　the　fire。　In　one　sat　Special　Agent　Pendergast；　and　in　the　other　Constance　Greene；　pale　and　slender　in　a　beautifully　pressed　and　pleated　dress。　To　one　side　sat　the　remains　of　an　evening　tea　service：　cups　and　saucers；　strainer；　creamer；　digestive　biscuits。　The　still　air　smelled　of　wood　polish　and　buckram；　and　on　all　sides　the　bookshelves　climbed；　row　after　row；　toward　the　high　ceiling；　the　old　leather…bound　books　that　lined　them　gleaming　with　gold　stamping　in　the　firelight。　
　Pendergast's　silvery　eyes　glanced　toward　a　clock　above　the　mantelpiece；　then　flickered　back　to　the　old　newspaper　he　was　reading。　His　murmured　voice　picked　up　where　it　had　left　off。　
　〃'August　7；　1964。　Washington…In　an　88…4　vote　today；　the　U。S。　Senate　authorized　President　Johnson　the　use　of　〃all　necessary　measures〃　to　repel　armed　attacks　against　U。S。　forces　in　Vietnam。　The　vote　was　in　response　to　the　shelling　of　two　U。S。　Navy　ships　by　North　Vietnam　in　the　Gulf　of　Tonkin'　。　。　。〃　
　Constance　listened　intently　as　he　went　on。　There　was　a　rustle　as　Pendergast　gently　turned　the　fragile；　yellowed　page。　
　The　girl　held　up　her　hand；　and　Pendergast　paused。　
　〃I'm　not　sure　I　can　bear　another　war。　Will　it　be　a　bad　one？〃　
　〃One　of　the　worst。　It　will　tear　apart　the　country。〃　
　〃Let　us　save　this　war　for　tomorrow；　then。〃　
　Pendergast　nodded；　carefully　folding　up　the　newspaper　and　putting　it　aside。　
　〃I　can　scarcely　believe　the　cruelty　of　the　last　century。　It　staggers　the　soul。〃　
　Pendergast　inclined　his　head　in　agreement。　
　She　shook　her　head　slowly；　and　the　glow　of　the　flames　reflected　in　her　dark　eyes　and　straight　black　hair。　〃Do　you　think　this　new　century　will　be　as　barbarous？〃　
　〃The　twentieth　century　showed　us　the　evil　face　of　physics。　This　century　will　show　us　the　evil　face　of　biology。　This　will　be　humanity's　last　century；　Constance。〃　
　〃So　cynical？〃　
　〃May　God　prove　me　wrong。〃　
　A　bank　of　embers　collapsed；　opening　a　glowing　wound　in　the　fire。　Pendergast　stirred。　〃And　now；　perhaps；　shall　we　move　on　to　the　results　of　your　search？〃　
　〃Certainly。〃　Constance　rose　and　walked　toward　one　wall　of　bookshelves；　returning　with　several　octavo　volumes。　〃The　abbot　Trithemius；　theLiber　de　Angelis　；　the　McMaster　text；The　Sworn　Book　of　Honorius　；　theSecretum　Philosophorum　；　and；　of　course；Ars　Notorium　。　Treatises　on　selling　one's　soul；　raising　the　devil；　and　the　like。〃　She　placed　the　volumes　on　a　side　table。　〃All　alleged　eyewitness　accounts。　Latin；　Ancient　Greek；　Aramaic；　Old　French；　Old　Norse；　and　Middle　English。　Then　there　are　the　grimoires。〃　
　〃Textbooks　of　magic；〃　Pendergast　said；　nodding。　
　〃The　Key　of　Solomonis　the　best　known。　Many　of　these　documents　belonged　to　secret　societies　and　orders；　which　were　mon　among　the　nobility　of　the　Middle　Ages。　Apparently；　these　societies　were　often　active　in　satanic　practices。〃　
　Pendergast　nodded　again。　〃I　am　particularly　interested　in　accounts　of　the　devil　claiming　his　due。〃　
　〃There　are　many。　For　example〃…she　indicated　the　wormy　cover　of　theArs　Notorium　with　a　faint　look　of　distaste…〃the　Tale　of　Geoffrey；　magister　of　Kent。〃　
　〃Go　on。〃　
　〃The　tales　don't　vary　greatly　from　the　Faustian　theme；　except　in　the　details。　A　highly　learned　man；　restless　and　dissatisfied；　a　manuscript；　raising　the　devil；　promises　made；　promises　broken；　a　warm　end。　In　this　case；　Magister　Geoffrey　was　a　doctor　of　philosophy　at　Oxford　in　the　early　1400s；　a　chemist　and　mathematician。　His　great　passion　was　the　mystery　of　the　prime　numbers。　He　spent　years　in　his　studio；　calculating　the　primes　out　to　five　digits。　Some　of　the　calculations　involved　more　than　a　year　of　work；　and　they　say　he　needed　a　little　help　to　finish　them。　Hence；　the　pact　with　Lucifer。　There　was　talk　in　Oriel　College　of　chanting；　ugly　smells；　unexplained　noises；　and　strange　lights　burning　in　the　scholar's　chambers　long　after　midnight。　The　magister　continued　to　teach　and　do　his　alchemical　experiments。　His　fame　spread　far　and　wide。　He　was　said　to　have　discovered　the　arcanum　for　transforming　lead　into　gold；　and　he　was　admitted　into　the　Order　of　the　Golden　Chalice　by　King　Henry　VI　himself。　He　published　his　great　workThe　Nyne　Numbers　of　God　and　was　known　across　Europe　for　his　wisdom　and　learning。　
　〃But　then　things　began　to　change。　At　the　height　of　his　fame；　he　became　nervous；　suspicious；　strange。　He　was　often　ill；　confined　to　his　chambers。　He　jumped　at　every　noise。　He　seemed　to　grow　thin；　his　eyes　staring　'like　the　great　hollow　eyes　of　a　calf　in　the　slaughter。'　He　ordered　brass　locks　and　had　his　doors　clad　and　banded　in　iron。　
　〃And　then　one　day　his　students　missed　him　at　breakfast。　They　went　to　his　chambers。　The　door　was　locked；　the　iron　hot　to　the　touch。　There　was　a　smell　of　phosphorus　and　sulfur。　Only　with　great　effort　could　they　break　it　down。　
　〃They　beheld　a　terrible　sight。　Geoffrey；　magister　of　Kent；　lay　on　his　wooden　pallet；　fully　dressed；　as　if　laid　out　for　burial。　There　were　no　cuts　on　his　skin；　no　breaks；　no　bruising。　And　yet　his　heart　lay　next　to　the　body；　partially　burned　and　still　smoking。　They　said　it　wouldn't　stop　beating　until　it　had　been　sprinkled　with　holy　water。　Then　it　burst。　The　details　are　rather　。　。　。　unpleasant。〃　
　Pendergast　glanced　at　the　girl。　She　leaned　forward；　took　a　sip　of　tea；　replaced　the　cup；　smiled。　
　〃And　do　the　texts　describe　just　how　the　Prince　of　Darkness　was　conjured？〃　
　〃They　drew　circles　around　themselves。　Generally；　nine　feet　in　diameter。　They　were　usually　drawn　with　anarthame　；　or　ceremonial　knife。　Frequently；　there　were　smaller　circles　or　pentacles　within　the　larger　one。　Above　all；　it　was　critical　that　the　circle　not　be　broken　during　the　ceremony…as　long　as　he　remained　within　the　circle；　the　conjurer　was　safe　from　the　demons　he　summoned。〃　
　〃And　once　the　demons　were　summoned？〃　
　〃A　contract　was　made。　The　usual：　wealth；　power；　knowledge；　in　return　for　one's　immortal　soul。　Faust；　of　course；　is　the　prototypical　story…particularly　in　the　way　it　ends。〃　
　Pendergast　nodded　encouragingly。　
　〃After　making　his　personal　deal　with　the　devil；　Faust　had　all　the　power；　earthly　and　unearthly；　he　had　always　craved。　But　he　had　other　things　as　well。　He　plained　of　never　being　alone：　of　eyes　in　the　w