alistairmaclean.nightwithoutend-第33部分

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m　to　be　wrong　now；　and　when　Jackstraw　became　nervous　it　was　time　for　even　the　most　optimistic　to　start　worrying。　And　I　was　worried　all　right。
　
　We　drove　the　tractor　to　its　limit；　and　on　the　slight　downward　slope…we　had　changed　direction　by　this　time　and　were　heading　due　south…west　for　Uplavnik…we　were　making　very　good　time　indeed。　But　by　four　o'clock　in　the　morning；　when　we　were；　I　reckoned；　not　more　than　sixty　miles　from　Uplavnik；　we　ran　into　the　sastrugi　and　were　forced　to　slow　down。
　
　The　sastrugi；　regular　undulations　in　the　frozen　snow；　were　the　devil　on　tractors；　especially　elderly　machines　like　the　Citroen。　Caused　by　raking　winds；　symmetrical　as　the　waves　in　an　eighteenth…century　sailing　print；　hard　on　the　crest　and　soft　in　the　trough；　they　made　progress　possible　only　by　slowing　down　to　a　disheartening　crawl。　Even　so　the　Citroen　and　the　sledges　behind　rolled　and　pitched　like　ships　in　a　heavy　seaway；　the　headlights　one　moment　reaching　up　into　the　lowering　darkness　of　the　sky；　the　next　dipping　to　illuminate　the　barred　white　and　shadowed　black　of　the　sastrugi　immediately　ahead。　Sometimes　it　gave　way　to　deceptively　clear　patches…deceptively；　for　snow　had　obviously　fallen　here　recently　or　been　carried　down　from　the　plateau；　and　we　were　reduced　to　low　gear　to　make　any　headway　at　all　on　it。
　
　Shortly　before　eight　o'clock　in　the　morning　Jackstraw　brought　the　Citroen　to　a　halt；　and　as　the　roar　of　the　big　engine　died　the　deep　moaning　of　the　wind；　a　wind　carrying　with　it　a　rising　wall　of　ice　and　snow；　swept　in　to　take　its　place。　Jackstraw　had　drawn　up　broadside　on　to　the　wind　and　the　slope　of　the　hill　and　I　jumped　down　to　rig　up　a　canvas　shelter　extending　out　from　the　cabin：　it　was　nothing　elaborate；　just　a　triangular　sheet　of　proofed　canvas　attached　to　the　top　of　the　cabin　and　the　cleat　of　a　caterpillar　track　on　its　vertical　side；　with　its　apex　stretched　out　to　a　spike　hammered　into　the　surface　of　the　ice…cap：　there　was　no　room　for　us　all　within　the　cabin　at　meal…times；　I　wanted　some　protection　when　we　kept　our　8　a。m。　radio　schedule　with　Hillcrest；　and；　in　particular；　it　was　time　that　Zagero　and　Levin　had　some　relief　from　their　sufferings。　They　had　ridden　all　night　on　the　tractor　sled；　under　the　guard　of　either　Jackstraw　or　myself；　and　though　the　temperature　was　now　only　a　few　degrees　below　zero　and　though　they　were　sheltering　under　a　mound　of　clothing；　nevertheless　they　must　have　spent　a　miserable　night。
　
　Breakfast；　such　as　it　was；　was　waiting　and　ready　to　be　eaten　as　soon　as　the　tractor　had　stopped；　but　I　had　little　appetite　for　it：　it　seemed　to　me　I　had　forgotten　what　sleep　was　like；　I　had　had　none　for　almost　three　days；　I　was　living　now　in　a　permanent　state　of　physical　and　mental　exhaustion　and　it　was　being　almost　impossible　to　concentrate；　to　think　of　the　hundred　and　one　things　that　had　to　be　thought　of　all　the　time。　More　than　once　I　caught　myself　nodding　and　dozing　off　over　my　cup　of　coffee；　and　it　was　only　with　a　conscious　effort　of　will　that　I　forced　myself　to　my　feet　to　keep　the　radio　schedule。　I　was　going　to　call　both　Hillcrest　and　our　base…Hillcrest　had　given　me　the　frequency　the　previous　evening。　I　decided　to　call　Hillcrest　first。
　
　We　got　through　without　any　difficulty；　although　Hillcrest　said　they　could　hear　me　only　very　faintly。　I　suspected　some　fault　on　the　generator　side；　for　our　receiver　was　powered　by　a　hundred…hour　battery　and　we　could　hear　Hillcrest's　voice　clearly。
　
　All　the　men　except　Mahler　were　gathered　round　me　during　the　transmission…they　seemed　to　find　a　peculiar　reassurance　in　another　voice…however　distant　and　disembodied　that　voice…and　even　Zagero　and　Levin　were　only　seven　or　eight　feet　away；　sitting　in　front　of　the　tractor　sled　with　their　feet　still　bound。　I　was　on　a　canvas　chair；　with　my　back　to　the　canvas　screen；　and　Corazzini　and　Brewster　were　sitting　on　the　tailboard；　the　canvas　curtains　drawn　behind　them　to　keep　the　heat　in　the　cabin。　The　Rev。　Smallwood　was　behind　me；　turning　the　generator　handle；　and　Jackstraw　a　few　feet　away；　watchful　as　ever；　the　cocked　rifle　ready　in　his　hand。
　
　〃Receiving　you　loud　and　clear；〃　I　said　to　Hillcrest。　My　hands　were　cupped　round　the　microphone　and　I　was　holding　it　close　to　my　mouth　to　cut　out　as　much　as　possible　of　the　background　noise　of　the　wind。　〃What　progress？〃　I　threw　the　receiver　switch　into　the　antenna；　and　Hillcrest's　voice　came　again。
　
　〃Great！〃　He　sounded　enthusiastic；　excited。　〃My　congratulations　to　your　learned　friend。　Works　like　a　charm　and　we're　going　like　a　bomb。　We　are　approaching　the　Vindeby　Nunataks　and　expect　to　be　through　by　this　afternoon。〃
　
　This　was　wonderful　news。　With　any　luck　he　would　be　up　with　us　late　in　the　evening　of　that　day；　and　we　would　have　the　moral　support　of　his　pany　and　the　even　more　important　technical　resources　of　everything　his　big　modern　Sno…Cat　could　offer。　And　Jackstraw　and　I　could　get　some　desperately　needed　sleep。　。。。　I　became　aware　that　Hillcrest　was　continuing；　his　voice　still　charged　with　the　same　suppressed　excitement。
　
　〃The　Admiralty　or　the　Government　or　whoever　it　is　have　loosened　up　at　last！　Brother；　you're　sitting　on　dynamite　and　you　don't　know　it。　You've　got　it　right　there　with　you　and　you　could　exchange　it　tomorrow　for　a　million　pounds　in　the　right　place。　No　wonder　the　Government　were　so　cagy；　no　wonder　they　knew　something　fishy　was　going　on　and　mounted　the　biggest　search　ever。　The　carrier　Triton's　going　to　collect　it　personally…〃
　
　I　threw　the　receiving　switch。
　
　〃For　heaven's　sake！〃　I　shouted　in　exasperation…an　exasperation；　I　was　dimly　aware；　shared　by　all　the　others　who　were　leaning　forward　to　hear　Hillcrest's　voice。　〃What　are　you　talking　about？　What　was　the　plane　carrying？　Over。〃
　
　〃Sorry。　It's　a　guided…missile　mechanism　of　such　advanced　design　and　so　top…secret　that　its　details；　I　gather；　are　known　only　to　a　handful　of　scientists　in　all　the　United　States。　It's　the　only　one　of　its　kind；　and　was　being　sent　to　Britain　for　study　under　the　recent　agreement　to　share　knowledge　on　atomic　weapons　and　guided　missiles。〃　Hillcrest's　voice　was　calm　now；　measured　and　sober。
　
　There　was　a　pause；　then　he　went　on；　slowly；　impressively。　〃I　understand　the　governments　concerned　are　prepared　to　go　any　lengths…any　lengths…to　secure　the　recovery　of　this　mechanism　and　prevent　its　falling　into　wrong　hands。〃
　
　There　was　another；　longer　pause：　Hillcrest；　clearly；　was　giving　me　an　opportunity　to　say　something；　but　I　just　didn't　know　what　to　say。　The　magnitude　of　the　entire　thing　took　my　breath　away；　temporarily　inhibited　all　thought　and　speech。　。　。　。　Hillcrest's　voice　was　ing　through　again：
　
　To　help　you　identify　this　mechanism；　Dr　Mason。　It's　camouflaged；　made　up　to　look　like　an　ebonite　and　metal　portable　radio　of　fairly　large　size；　with　a　braided　leather　carrying　strap。　Find　that　portable；　Dr　Mason；　and　you'll…〃
　
　I　never　heard　the　end　of　that　sentence。　I　was　still　sitting　there；　dazedly　wondering　why　the　words　'portable　radio'　should　have　triggered　off　such　a　clangorous　bell　in　my　mind　…1　can　only　plead　my　extreme　physical　and　mental　exhaustion…when　Zagero　catapulted　himself　off　his　seat　on　the　sled；　knocking　Jackstraw　staggering；　took　one　tremendous　hop　with　his　bound　feet　just　opposite　where　I　was　sitting　and　hurled　himself　bodily　towards　Corazzini　who；　his　face　twisted　in　a　vicious　and　unrecognisable　mask；　had　pushed　himself　off　the　tractor　tailboard　with　one　hand　and　with　the　other　was　fumbling　desperately　to　bring　something　out　from　under　his　coat。　He　saw　he　couldn't　make　it　in　time；　threw　himself　to　one　side；　but　Zagero；　bound　though　he　was；　was　like　a　cat　on　his　feet　and　I　knew　that　instant；　that　instant　that　was　too　late；　that　Zagero　was　indeed　the　world…class　boxer　that　he　claimed　to　be。　If　the　astonishing　speed　of　his　reflexes　were　not　proof　enough；　that　blurring　right　arm　of　his　carried　with　it　lethal　conviction。　Corazzini　was　a　very　big　man；　six　feet　two　and　at　least　two　hundred　pounds　and　he　was　swathed　in　many　layers　of　heavy　clothing；　but　when　that　fist　caught　him　with　such　frightening　power　just　under　the　heart　he　staggered　back　against　the　tailboard　and　slid　slowly　to　the　ground；　unseeing　eyes　turned　up　to　the　first　driving　flakes　of　the　newly　fallen　snow。　I　had　never　seen　a　blow　delivered　with　such　power：　nor　do　I　ever　want　to　see　it　again。
　
　For　perhaps　five　seconds　no　one　moved；　no　one　spoke；　men　were　held　in　thrall。　The　soughing；　wailing　moan　of　the　wind　on　the　ice…cap　sounded　weirdly；　unnaturally　loud。　I　was　the　first　to　break　the　silence。　I　was　still　sitting　on　my　canvas　stool。
　
　〃Corazzini！〃　I　said。　〃Corazzini！〃　My　voice　was　barely　more　than　a　whisper；　but　Zagero　heard　me。
　
　〃Sure　it's　Corazzini；〃　he　said　levelly。　〃It　always　was。〃　He　stooped；　thrust　his　hand　under　the　unconscious　man's　coat　and　brought　out　his　gun。　〃You'd　better　keep　this；　Doc。　Not　only　do　I　not　trust　our　little　playmate　here　with　toys　like　these；　but　the　state　prosecutor　or　district　attorney　or　whatever　you　call　the　guy　in　England　will　find　that　the　riflin'　on　this　barrel　matches　the　riflin'　marks　on　some　very　interestin'　bullets。〃
　
　He　tossed　the　gun　across；　and　automatically　I　caught　it。　It　was　a　pistol；　not　an　automatic；　and　it　had　a　strange…looking　cylinder　screwed　on　to　the　front　of　the　barrel。　A　silencer；　I　supposed；　I　had　never　seen　one　before。　Nor　had　I　ever　seen　that　type　of　gun　before。　I　didn't　like　the　look　of　it　at　all；　and　I　guessed　it　might　be　wise　to　have　a　gun　in　my　hand　when　Corazzini　came　round。　Jackstraw；　I　could　see；　already　had　his　rifle　lined　up　on　the　unconscious　man。　I　placed　the　pistol　on　the　ground　beside　me　and　pulled　out　the　Beretta。
　
　〃You　were　ready　for　him。〃　I　was　still　trying　to　put　things　in　order　in　my　own　mind。　〃You　were　waiting　for　the　break。　How…〃
　
　〃Do　I　have　to　draw　a　diagram；　Doc？〃　There　was　no　insolence　in　his　voice；　only　weariness。　〃I　knew　it　wasn't　me。　I　knew　it　wasn't　Solly。　So　it　had　to　be　Corazzini。〃
　
　〃Yes；　I　see。　It　had　to　be　Corazzini。〃　The　words　were　automatic；　meaningless。　My　thoughts　were　in　a　state　of　utter　confusion；　as　confused；　no　doubt；　as　those　of　Corazzini　who　was　now　pushing　himself　groggily　into　a　sitting　position；　but　for　the　past　fifteen　seconds　another　bell　had　been　ringing　far　back　in　my　mind；　not　so　loud　as　the　first　but　even　more　desperately　insistent；　and　all　at　once　I　had　it　and　began　to　rise　to　my　feet。　〃But　there　were　two　of　them；　two　of　them！　Corazzini　had　an　acplice…〃　That　was　as　far　as　I　got　when　some　metal　object　smashed　across　my　wrist　with　brutal　force；　sending　my　Beretta　flying；　and　something　small　and　hard　ground　viciously　into　the　back　of　my　neck。
　
　〃Don't　move；　Dr　Mason。〃　The　voice；　flat；　controlled　but　alive　with　a　vibrant　power　that　I　had　never　heard　before；　was　almost　unrecognisable　as　the　Rev。　Joseph　Smallwood's。　〃Nobody　is　to　move。　Nielsen；　drop　that　rifle…now！　Just　one　suspicious　move　and　Dr　Mason　gets　his　head　blown　off。〃
　
　I　stood　stock…still。　The　man　behind　that　voice　meant　every　word　he　said。　I　didn't　need　any　convincing　of　that。　The　cold　certainty　in　his　voice　only　reinforced　the　knowledge　I　already　had　that　the　sanctity　of　human　life　was　a　factor　which　could　never　enter　into　this　man's　considerations。
　
　〃All　right；　Corazzini？〃　Sm