bl.necroscope2-第5部分

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　〃Christ！〃　Kyle　whispered。　And　now　he　knew　what　it　had　been　about；　〃it〃　being　the　dream　or　nightmare　he'd　had　last　night…when　he'd　been　covered　with　leeches　as　big　as　kittens；　whose　mouths　had　fastened　on　him　to　drain　his　blood；　while　he　had　leaped　and　gibbered　in　a　glade　of　stirless　trees；　until　he'd　been　too　weak　to　fight　any　longer。　Then　he'd　fallen　on　the　earth　amidst　the　pine　needles；　and　the　leeches　had　clung　to　him；　and　he'd　known　that　he　was　being　a　leech！
　And　that；　mercifully；　had　scared　him　wide　awake。　As　for　the　dream's　meaning：　Kyle　had　long　since　given　up　trying　to　read　meanings　into　such　precognitive　glimpses。　That　was　the　trouble　with　them：　they　were　usually　cryptic；　rarely　self…elucidating。　But　certainly　he'd　known　that　the　dream　was　one　of　those　dreams；　and　now　he　guessed　that　this　had　something　to　do　with　it；　too。
　〃Harry？〃　he　breathed　the　query　into　the　suddenly　frigid　atmosphere　of　the　room。　His　breath　actually　plumed　in　the　air；　in　the　space　of　mere　seconds　the　temperature　had　taken　a　plunge。　Just　like　last　time。
　Something　was　forming　in　the　middle　of　the　room；　in　front　of　Kyle's　desk。　The　smoke　of　his　cigarette　trembled　there　and　the　air　seemed　to　waver。　He　got　up；　crossed　quickly　to　the　window　and　adjusted　the　blinds。　The　room　grew　dim；　and　the　figure　in　front　of　his　desk　took　on　more　form。
　Kyle's　inter　buzzed　urgently　and　he　jumped　six　inches。　He　leaped　to　his　desk；　hit　the　receive　button；　and　a　breathless　voice　said；　〃Alec；　there's　something　here！〃　It　was　Carl　Quint；　a　top…rank　psychic　sensitive；　a　〃spotter〃。
　Kyle　pressed　the　send　button；　held　it　down。　〃I　know。
　It's　with　me　now。　But　it's　OK；　I've　been　half…expecting　it。〃　Now　he　pressed　the　mand　button；　spoke　to　the　entire　HQ。　〃Kyle　here。　I　don't　want　to　talk　to　anybody　for…for　as　long　as　it　takes。　No　messages；　no　ining　calls；　and　no　questions。　Listen　in　if　you　like；　but　don't　try　to　interfere。　I'll　get　back　to　you。〃　He　pressed　the　secure　button　on　his　desk　puter　keyboard；　and　door　and　window　locks　audibly　snapped　shut。　And　now　he　and　Harry　Keogh　were　pletely　alone。
　Kyle　forced　himself　to　relax；　stared　at　the…ghost？…of　Keogh　where　it　confronted　him　across　his　desk。　And　he　thought　an　old　thought；　one　which　had　never　been　far　away；　not　since　the　first　day　he'd　e　here　to　work　for　INTESP：
　Funny　bloody　outfit。　Robots　and　romantics。　Super　science　and　the　supernatural。　Telemetry　and　telepathy。　puterised　probability　patterns　and　precognition。　Gadgets。。。　and　ghosts！
　No　ghost；　Alec；　Keogh　answered　with　a　wan；　immaterial　smile。　I　thought　we　went　into　all　of　that　last　time？
　Kyle　thought　about　pinching　himself　but　didn't　bother。　He'd　gone　through　all　of　that　last　time；　too。　〃Last　time？〃　he　spoke　out　loud；　because　that　was　easier　for　him。　〃But　that　was　eight　months　ago；　Harry。　I　had　started　to　think　we'd　never　hear　from　you　again。〃
　Maybe　you　wouldn't　have；　said　the　other；　his　lips　moving　not　at　all；　for　believe　me　I've　plenty　to　keep　me　；　occupied。　But。。。　something's　e　up。
　Kyle's　awe　was　ebbing；　his　pulse　gradually　slowing　to　its　norm。　He　leaned　forward　in　his　chair；　looked　the　other　up　and　down。　Oh；　it　was　Keogh；　all　right。　But　not　exactly　the　same　as　the　last　time。　Last　time　Kyle's　first　thought　had　been　that　the…apparition…was　supernatural。　Not　merely　paranormal　or　ESP…engendered　but　actually　supernatural；　extra…mundane；　not　of　this　world。　Just　like　now；　the　office　scanners　had　failed　to　detect　it；　it　had　e　and　told　K'yle　a　fantastic　true　story；　and　gone　without　leaving　a　trace。　No；　not　quite；　for　he'd　written　down　all　that　had　been　said。　Even　thinking　about　that；　his　wrist　ached。　But　you　couldn't　photograph　the　thing；　couldn't　record　its　voice；　couldn't　harm　or　interfere　with　it　in　any　way。　The　entire　HQ　was　now　listening　in　on　Kyle's　conversation　with　this；　this。。。　with　Harry　Keogh…and　yet　they'd　hear　only　Kyle's　voice。　But　Keogh　was　here：　at　least　the　central　heating's　thermostat　knew　it。　The　heating　had　just　e　on；　turning　itself　up　several　notches　to　pensate　for　the　sudden　drop　in　temperature。　Yes；　and　Carl　Quint　knew　it；　too。
　The　figure　seemed　etched　in　pale　blue　light：　insubstantial　as　a　moonbeam；　less　than　a　puff　of　smoke。　Incorporeal；　yet　there　was　a　power　in　it。　An　unbelievable　power。
　Taking　into　account　the　fact　that　his　neon…limned　feet　weren't　quite　touching　the　floor；　Keogh　must　be　about　five…ten　in　height。　If　his　flesh　were　real　instead　of　luminous　filament；　he　would　weigh　maybe　nine　and　a　half　to　ten　stone。　Everything　about　him　was　now　vaguely　fluorescent；　as　if　shining　with　some　faint　inner　light；　so　Kyle　couldn't　be　sure　about　colouring。　His　hair；　an　untidy　mop；　might　be　sandy；　his　face　slightly　freckled。　He　would　be　twenty…one；　twenty…two　years　old。
　His　eyes　were　interesting。　They　looked　at　Kyle　and　yet　seemed　to　look　right　through　him；　as　if　he　were　the　apparition　and　not　the　other　way　about。　They　were　blue；　those　eyes…a　startling；　almost　colourless　blue　neon…but　more　than　this；　there　was　that　in　those　eyes　which　said　they　knew　more　than　any　twenty…two　year　old　had　any　right　to　know。　The　wisdom　of　ages　seemed　locked　in　them；　the　knowledge　of　centuries　lying　just　beneath　the　shimmer　of　blue　haze　which　covered　them。
　Apart　from　that：　his　features　would　be　fine；　like　blue　porcelain　and　seemingly　equally　fragile；　his　hands　slim；　tapering；　his　shoulders　drooped　a　little；　his　skin　in　general；　apart　from　the　freckles；　pale　and　unblemished。　But　for　those　eyes；　you　probably　wouldn't　look　twice　at　him　on　the　street。　He　was　just。。。a　young　man。　Or　had　been。
　And　now？　Now　he　was　something　more。　Harry　Keogh's　body　had　no　real；　physical　existence　now；　but　his　mind　went　on。　And　his　mind　was　housed　in　a　new…quite　literally　new…body。　Kyle　found　himself　starting　to　examine　that　part　of　the　apparition；　quickly　checked　himself。　What　was　there　to　examine？　In　any　case　it　could　wait；　wasn't　important。　All　that　mattered　was　that　Keogh　was　here；　and　that　he　had　something　important　to　say。
　〃Something's　e　up？〃　Kyle　repeated　the　Keogh　projection's　statement；　made　it　a　question。　〃What　sort　of　something；　Harry？〃
　Something　monstrous！　Right　now　I　can　give　you　only　the　barest　outline…I　simply　don't　know　enough　about　it；　not　yet。　But　do　you　remember　what　I　told　you　about　the　Russian　E…Branch？　And　about　Dragosani？　I　know　there　was　no　way　you　could　check　it　all　out；　but　have　you　looked　into　it　at　all？　Do　you　believe　what　I　told　you　about　Dragosani？
　While　Keogh　spoke　to　him；　so　Kyle　had　stared　fascinated　at　that　facet　of　him　which　was　different；　that　：　addition　to　him　since　the　last　time　he'd　seen　or　sensed　him。　For　now；　superimposed　over　the　apparition's　abdomen…suspended　in　midair　and　slowly　spinning　on　its　own　axis；　turning　in　the　space　that　Keogh's　body　occupied…there　floated　a　naked　male　baby；　or　the　ghost　of　one；　just　as　insubstantial　as　Keogh　himself。　The　child　was　curled　like　a　foetus　floating　in　some　invisible；　churning　fluid；　like　some　strange　biological　exhibit；　like　a　hologram。　But　it　was　a　real　baby；　and　alive；　and　Kyle　knew　that　it；　too；　was　Harry　Keogh。
　〃About　Dragosani？〃　Kyle　came　back　to　earth。　〃Yes；　I　believe　you。　I　have　to　believe　you。　I　checked　out　as　much　as　I　could　and　it　was　all　exactly　as　you　said。　And　as　for　Borowitz's　branch…whatever　you　did　there；　it　was　devastating！　They　contacted　us　a　week　later；　the　Russians；　and　asked　us　if　we　wanted　you。。。　I　mean…〃
　〃My　body？〃
　〃…if　we　wanted　it　back；　yes。　They　contacted　us；　you　understand。　Direct。　It　didn't　e　through　diplomatic　channels。　They　weren't　ready　to　admit　that　they　existed；　and　didn't　expect　us　to　admit　that　we　existed。　Therefore　you　didn't　exist；　but　they　asked　us　if　we　wanted　you　back　anyway。　With　Borowitz　gone　they　have　a　new　boss；　Felix　Krakovitch。　He　said　we　could　have　you；　if　we'd　tell　them　how。　How　you　did　what　you　did　to　them。　What；　exactly；　you'd　done　to　them。　I'm　sorry；　Harry；　but　we　had　to　deny　you；　tell　them　we　didn't　know　you。　Actually；　we　didn't　know　you！　Only　I　knew　you；　and　Sir　Keenan　before　me。　But　if　we'd　admitted　you　were　one　of　ours；　what　you'd　done　might　be　construed　as　warfare。〃
　Actually；　it　was　mayhem！　said　Keogh。　Listen；　Alec；　this　can't　be　like　the　last　time　we　talked。　I　may　not　have　the　time。　On　the　metaphysical　plane　I　have　parative　free…dom。　In　the　Mobius　continuum　I'm　a　free　agent。　But　here　in　the　physical　now　I'm　a　virtual　prisoner　in　little　Harry。　Right　now　he's　asleep　and　I　can　use　his　subconscious　mind　as　my　own。　But　when　he's　awake　his　mind's　his　own；　and　like　a　magnet　I'm　drawn　back　to　it。　The　stronger　he　gets…the　more　his　mind　learns…the　less　freedom　for　me。　Eventually　I'll　be　forced　to　leave　him　entirely　for　an　existence　along　the　Mobius　way。　If　I　get　the　chance　I'll　explain　all　of　that　later；　but　for　now　we　don't　know　how　long　he'll　sleep　and　so　we　have　to　use　our　time　wisely。　And　what　I　have　to　say　can't　wait。
　〃And　it　somehow　concerns　Dragosani？〃　Kyle　frowned。　〃But　Dragosani's　dead。　You　told　me　that　yourself。〃
　Keogh's　face…the　face　of　his　apparition…was　grave　now。　Do　you　remember　what　he　was；　this　Dragosani？
　〃He　was　a　necromancer；〃　said　Kyle　at　once；　no　shadow　of　doubt　in　his　mind。　〃Much　like　you。〃　He　saw　his　mistake　immediately　and　could　have　bitten　his　tongue。
　Unlike　me！　Keogh　corrected　him。　I　was；　I