高级英语(第三版)第一册第三课 Blackmail
Blackmail课文翻译
（高级英语课文翻译）Book 1 Lesson 3 Blackmail敲诈--阿瑟?黑利负责饭店保安工作的欧吉维探长打了那个神秘的电话，本来说好一个小时后光临克罗伊敦夫妇所住的套房的，可实际上却过了两个小时才到。
结果，当外间门上的电铃终于发出沉闷的嗡嗡声时，公爵夫妇的神经都紧张到了极点。
公爵夫人亲自去开门。
此前她早已借故把女仆支开，并且狠心地给那位脸儿圆圆的、见到狗就怕得要死的男秘书派了一个要命的差事，让他牵着贝德林顿狼犬出去散步。
想到这两个人随时都会回来，她自己的紧张情绪怎么也松弛不下来。
随着欧吉维进屋的是一团雪茄烟雾。
当他随着她走进起居室时，公爵夫人目光直射着这个大肥佬嘴里叼着的那烧了半截的雪茄。
“我丈夫和我都讨厌浓烈的烟味，您行行好把它灭了吧! ”探长那双夹在面部隆起的肉堆中的猪眼睛轻蔑地将她上下打量了一番。
接着，他便移动目光，对这个宽敞豪华、设备齐全的房间扫视了一周，看到了那位正背朝窗户、神色茫然地望着他们的公爵夫人。
“你们这套房间布置得倒挺讲究的呢。
”欧吉维慢条斯理地从口中拿下雪茄，敲掉烟灰，然后将烟蒂扔向靠右边的一个装饰性壁炉，但他失了准头，烟蒂掉到地毯上，他也不去管它。
公爵夫人的嘴唇绷得紧紧的。
她没好气地说道，“我想你该不是为谈论房间布置到这儿来的吧。
”他乐得咯咯直笑，肥胖的身子也跟着抖动起来。
“不是的，夫人，怎么会呢! 不过，我确实喜爱高雅的东西。
”他压低了他那极端刺耳的尖嗓音接着说，“比如像你们那辆小轿车，就是停在饭店的那辆，美洲虎牌，是的吧?”“噢! ”这声音不像是从口中说出来的，倒像是从克罗伊敦公爵鼻子中呼出来的。
他的夫人马上瞪了他一眼，以示警告。
“我们的车子与你有什么相干呢?”公爵夫人的这句问话似乎是个信号，一听到这个信号，探长的态度马上就变了。
他猝然问道，“这儿还有别的人么?”公爵回答道，“没有。
我们早把他们都打发出去了。
”“还是检查一下的好。
”这个大胖子以敏捷得出奇的动作对整个套房前前后后地巡查了一遍，凡是有门的地方就打开往里看看。
(完整word版)高级英语(1)第三版 Lesson 3 Blackmail Paraphrase
Paraphrase1.The words spat forth with sudden savagery, all pretense of blandness gone.2.When they find who done that last night, who killed that kid an' its mother, then high-tailed it, they'll throw the book,and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither.3.The Duchess of Croydon – three centuries and a half of inbred arrogance behind her – did not yield easily.4.Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant.5.The house detective took his time, leisurely puffing a cloud of blue cigar smoke, his eyes sardonically on theDuchess as if challenging her objection.6.There ain't much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I don't get to hear about.7.The Duchess of Croydon kept firm, tight rein on her racing mind.8.And when they stopped for petrol, as they would have to, their speech and manner would betray them, making themconspicuous.9.There must be no mistake, no vacillation or dallying because of her own smallness of mind.参考答案1.Ogilvie spat out the words with great contempt and sudden rudeness, throwing away his pretended politeness.2.When they find who killed the mother and the kid and then ran away, they will deal out the maximum punishment,and they will not care who will be punished in this case or what their social position is.3.The Duchess was supported by her arrogance coming from parents of noble families who belonged to the nobilityfor more than three hundred years. So she did not give in easily.4.The Duchess was a good actress and she appeared so firm about their innocent that, for a brief moment, Ogilvie feltunsure if his assumption about them was right. But the moment was very short and passed quickly.5.The house detective was in no hurry. He enjoyed his cigar and puffed a cloud of blue cigar smoke in a relaxedmanner. At the same time, his eyes were fixed disdainfully on the Duchess as if openly daring her to object to his smoking a cigar, as she had done earlier.6.If anybody who stays in this hotel does anything wrong, improper or unusual, I always get to know about it. Thereisn’t much that can escape me.7.The Duchess kept firm and tight control of her mind which is working quickly. Here the Duchess is thinking quicklybut at the same time keeping her thoughts under control, not letting them run wild.8.And when they stopped for petrol, as it would be necessary, their speech and manner would reveal their identity.British English would be particularly noticeable in the south.9.She mustn’t make any mistakes in her plan, or waver in mind and show decision or deal with the situation carelesslydue to small mindedness. In other words, she has to take a big chance, to do something very daring, so she must be bold, resolute and decisive. She has to rise to the occasion.Translation1)不用着急慢慢来。
高英3版第3课Blackmail 课文全文
BlackmailArthur Hailey○1The 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 when the muted buzzer of the outer door eventually sounded.○2The 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 lessened by the knowledge that both might return at any moment.○3 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 man’s mouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Would you kindly put that out."○4The house detective's 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.○5"Pretty neat set-up you folks got.” Taking his time, Ogilvie removed the 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. ○6The Duchess's lips tightened. She said sharply, imagine you did not come here to discuss décor ".○7The obese body shook in an appreciative chuckle . "No, ma'am, can't 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, ain't it?"○8"Aah!" It was not a spoken word, but an emission of breath from the Duke of Croydon. His wife shot him a swift, warning glance.○9"In what conceivable way does our car concern you?”○10As if the question from the Duchess had been a signal, the house detective's manner changed. He inquired abruptly, "Who else is in this place?"○11It was the Duke who answered, "No one. We sent them out."○12"There's things it pays to 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.○13The Duchess had seated herself in a straight-backed Ogilvie remained standing. ○14"Now then," he said. "You two was in the hit-'n-run ."○15She met his eyes directly." What are you talking about?"○16"Don't play games, lady. This is for real." He took out a fresh cigar and bit off the end, "You saw the papers. There's been plenty on radio, too."○17Two high points of color appeared in the paleness of the Duchess of Croydon's cheeks. "What you are suggesting is the most disgusting, ridiculous..."○18"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 his adversary 's adversary 's nose. "You listen to me, your high-an'-mightiness. This city's 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, they'll throw the book, and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither. Now I know what I know, and if I do what by rights I should, there'll be a squad of cops in here so fast you'll hardly see 'em. But I come to you first, in fairness, so's you could tell your side of it to me." The piggy eyes blinked, then hardened. " 'f you want it the other way, justsay so."○19The 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 unspeakable blackguard! How dare you!”○20Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant. But it was the Duke of Croydon who interjected, "It's no go, old girl. I'm 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 little girl."○21"That's more like it," Ogilvie said. He lit the fresh cigar. "Now we're getting somewhere."○22Wearily, 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?"○23"Well now, I'll spell it out." The house 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.○24Ogilvie pointed to the Duke. "Last night, early on, you went to Lindy's Place in Irish Bayou. You drove there in your fancy Jaguar, and you took a lady friend. Leastways, I guess you'd call her that if you're not too fussy."○25As Ogilvie glanced, grinning, at the Duchess, the Duke said sharply, "Get on with it!"○26"Well" – the smug fat face swung back – "the way I hear it, you won a hundred at the tables, then 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. "○27"How do you know all this?"○28"I'll tell you, Duke –I've 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 what gives, an’ where. There ain't much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I don't 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."○29The Duke said coldly, "I see."○30"One thing I'd like to know. I got a curious nature, ma’ am. How'd you figure where he was?"○31The Duchess said, "You know so much... I suppose it doesn't matter. My husband has a habit of making notes while he is telephoning. Afterward he often forgets to destroy them. ”○32The house detective clucked his tongue reprovingly . "A little careless habit like that, Duke – look at the mess it gets you in. Well, here's 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 she'd have drove."○33"My wife doesn't drive."○34Ogilvie nodded understandingly. "Explains that one. Anyway, I reckon you were lickered ( = liquored ) up, but good..."○35The Duchess interrupted. "Then you don't know! You don't know anything for sure! You can't possibly prove..."○36"Lady, I can prove all I need to."○37The Duke cautioned, "Better let him finish, old girl."○38"That's right," Ogilvie said. "Just sit an' listen. Last night I seen you come in –through the basement, so's 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."○39The Duchess breathed, "Go on."○40"Late last night the word was out about the hit-'n-run. On a hunch I went over the garage and took a quiet look-see at your car. You maybe don't know – it's away in a corner, behind a pillar where the jockeys don't see it when they're comin' by."○41The Duke licked his lips. "I suppose that doesn't matter now."○42"You might have something there," Ogilvie conceded. "Anyway, what 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 which musta come off when the kid an’ the woman was hit. They got some headlight glass, and lookin’ at the kid's clothin', they reckon there'll be a brush trace. "○43"A what?"○44"You rub clothes against something hard, Duchess, specially if it's shiny like a car fender, say, an' it leaves a mark the same way as finger prints. The police lab kin pick it up like they do prints –dust it, an’ it shows."○45"That's interesting," the Duke said, as if speaking of something unconnected with himself. "I didn't know that."○46"Not many do. In this case, though, I reckon it don't make a lot o' difference. On your car you got a busted headlight, and the trim ring's gone. Ain't any doubt they'd match up, even without the brush trace an’ the blood. 0h yeah, I should a told you. There's plenty of blood, though it don't show too much on the black paint."○47"Oh, my God!" A hand to her face, the Duchess turned away.○48Her husband asked, "What do you propose to do?"○49The fat man rubbed his hands together, looking down at his thick, fleshy fingers. "Like I said, I come to hear your side of it."○50The Duke said despairingly, “What can I possibly say? You know what happened.” He made an attempt to square his shoulders which did not succeed. “You'd better call the police and get it over.”○51“Well now, there's no call for being hasty .” The incongruous falsetto voice took on a musing note. “What's done's been done. Rushing any place ain't gonna bring back the kid nor its mother neither. Besides, what they'd do to you across at the headquarters, Duke, you wouldn't like. No sir, you wouldn't like it at all.”○52The other two slowly raised their eyes.○53“I was hoping,” Ogilvie said, “that you folks could suggest something.”○54The Duke said uncertainly, “I don't understand.”○55“I understand,” the Duchess of Croydon said. “You want money, don't you? You came here to blackmail us.”○56If she expected her words to shock, they did not succeed. The house detective shrugged. “Whatever names you call things, ma'am, don't matter to me. All I come for was to help you people out of trouble. But I got to live too.”○57”You'd accept money to keep silent about what you know?”○58”I reckon I might.”○59”But from what you say,”the Duchess pointed out, her poise for the moment recovered, “it would do no good. The car would be discovered in any case.”○60”I guess you'd have to take that chance. But there's some reasons it might not be. Something I ain't told you yet.”○61“Tell us now, please.”○62Ogilvie said, “I ain't figured this out myself completely. But when you hit that kid you was going away from town, not to it.”○63”We'd made a mistake in the route,” the Duchess said. “Somehow we'd becometurned around. It's easily done in New Orleans, with the street winding as they do. Afterward, using side streets, we went back. “○64“I thought it might be that,”Ogilvie nodded understandingly. “But the police ain't figured it that way. They’re looking for somebody who was headed out. That's why, right now, they're workin' on the suburbs and the outside towns. They may get around to searchin' downtown, but it won't be yet. “○65“How long before they do?”○66“Maybe three, four days. They got a lot of other places to look first.”○67“ How could that help us --- the delay‘?”○68“It might,” Ogilvie said. “Providin' nobody twigs the car – an' seein' where it is, you might be lucky there. An' if you can get it away.”○69“You mean out of the state?”○70“I mean out o’ the South.”○71“That wouldn't be easy?”○72“No, ma'am. Every state around – Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, all the rest'll be watching for a car damaged the way yours is.”○73The Duchess considered. “Is there any possibility of having repairs made first? If the work were done discreetly we could pay well. “○74The house detective shook his head emphatically. “You try that, you might as well walk over to headquarters right now an' give up. Every repair shop in Louisiana's been told to holler 'cops' the minute a car needing fixin' like yours comes in. They'd do it, too. You people are hot.”○75The Duchess of Croydon kept firm, tight rein on her racing mind. It was essential, she knew, that her thinking remain calm and reasoned. In the last few minutes the conversation had become as seemingly casual as if the discussion were of some minor domestic matter and not survival itself. She intended to keep it that way. Once more,she was aware, the role of leadership had fallen to her, her husband now a tense but passive spectator of the exchange between the evil tat man and herself. No matter. What was inevitable must be accepted. The important thing was to consider all eventualities. A thought occurred to her.○76“The piece from our car which you say the police have. What is it called?”○77“A trim ring.”○78“Is it traceable?”○79Ogilvie nodded affirmatively. “They can figure what kind o' car it's from --- make, model, an' maybe the year, or close to it. Same thing with the glass. But with your car being foreign, it'll likely take a few days.”○80“But after that,”she persisted, “the police will know they're looking for a Jaguar?”○81“I reckon that 's so. “○82Today was Tuesday. From all that this man said, they had until Friday or Saturday at best. With calculated coolness the Duchess reasoned: the situation came down to one essential. Assuming the hotel man was bought off, their only chance -- a slim one -- lay in removing the car quickly, If it could be got north, to one of the big cities where the New Orleans tragedy and search would be unknown, repairs could be made quietly, the incriminating evidence removed. Then, even if suspicion settled on the Croydons later, nothing could be proved. But how to get the car away?○83Undoubtedly what this oafish detective said was true: As well as Louisiana, the other states through which the car would have to pass would be alert and watchful. Every highway patrol would be on the lookout for a damaged head-light with a missing trim ring. There would probably be road-blocks. It would be hard not to fall victim to some sharpeyed policeman.○84But it might be done. If the car could be driven at night and concealed by day. There were plenty of places to pull off the highway and be unobserved. It would behazardous, but no more than waiting here for certain detection. There would be back roads. They could choose an unlikely route to avoid attention.○85But there would be other complications ... and now was the time to consider them. Traveling by secondary roads would be difficult unless knowing the terrain. The Croydons did not. Nor was either of them adept at using maps. And when they stopped for petrol, as they would have to, their speech and manner would betray them, making them conspicuous . And yet ... these were risks which had to be taken.○86Or had they?○87The Duchess faced Ogilvie. “How much do you want?”○88The abruptness took him by surprise. “Well ... I figure you people are pretty well fixed.”○89She said coldly, “I asked how much.”○90The piggy eyes blinked. Ten thousand dollars.”○91Though it was twice what she had expected, her expression did not change. “Assuming we paid this grotesque amount, what would we receive in return?”○92The fat man seemed puzzled. “Like I said, I keep quiet about what I know.”○93“And the alternative ?”○94He shrugged. “I go down the lobby. I pick up a phone. “○95“No,” The statement was unequivocal . “We will not pay, you.”○96As the Duke of Croydon shifted uneasily, the house detective's bulbous countenance reddened, “Now listen, lady…”○97Peremptorily she cut him oft. “I will not listen. Instead, you will listen to me.”Her eyes were riveted on his face, her handsome, high cheek boned features set in their most imperious mold. “We would achieve nothing by paying you, except possibly a few days' respite . You have made that abundantly clear.”○98“That's a chance you gotta...”○99“Silence!” Her voice was a whiplash. Eyes bored into him. Swallowing, sullenly , he complied .100 What came next, the Duchess of Croydon knew, could be the most significant thing she had ever done. There must be no mistake, no vacillation or dallying because of her own smallness of mind. When you were playing for the highest stakes, you made the highest bid. She intended to gamble on the fat man's greed. She must do so in such a way as to place the outcome beyond any doubt.101 She declared decisively, “We will not pay you ten thousand dollars. But we will pay you twenty-five thousand dollars.”102 The house detective's eyes bulged.103 “In return for that,” she continued evenly, “You will drive our car north.”104 Ogilvie continued to stare.105 “Twenty-five thousand dollars,”she repeated. “Ten thousand now. Fifteen thousand more when you meet us in Chicago.”106 Still without speaking, the fat man licked his lips. His beady eyes, as if unbelieving, were focused upon her own. The silence hung.107 Then, as she watched intently, he gave the slightest of nods.108 The silence remained. At length Ogilvie spoke. “This cigar bother in' you, Duchess?”109 As she nodded, he put it out.(from Hotel, 1965)。
高级英语(第三版)第一册第三课 Blackmail
• The story of Hotel:
• The setting: the St. Gregory Hotel, the largest in New Orleans, Louisiana. From Monday to Friday. The Hotel is experiencing a crisis of being forced to be sold to a chain hotel owner.
• The events: in the crisis, there are four knotty problems that face the Hotel managers: dealing with an attempted rape in a room; catching a thief operating in the hotel; several hundreds of dentists threatening to leave the hotel in protest against the hotel’ objection to serving a black dentist, and finally the case of the Duke of Croydon.
The symbolic sign of Ogilvie’s cigar
• Para 41: ---he paused to puff again at the cigar as his listeners waited silently. When the cigar tip was glowing he inspected it.
The development of the story Section One (1-21): The Duchess’ denying the crime SectionTwo(22-55): Ogilvie’s presenting evidences Section Three(56-101): Negotiating Section Four(102-109): Making a deal Climax: But we will pay you twenty-five thousand dollars.
高英3版第3课Blackmail课文全文
精选文档BlackmailArthur Hailey○the appear at had declared he would 1 The chief house officer, Ogilvie, who 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 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 2 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 lessened by the knowledge that both might return at any moment.○A wave of cigar smoke accompanied Ogilvie in. When he had followed her to3the living room, the Duchess looked pointedly at the half-burned cigar in the fat man'smouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Would you kindly put that out.○The house detective's piggy eyes surveyed her sardonically from his gross jowled 4face. His gaze moved on to sweep the spacious, well-appointed room, encompassing the Duke who faced them uncertainly, his back to a window.○the removed his time, Ogilvie you neat set-up folks got.”Taking Pretty 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 Duchess's lips tightened. She said sharply, imagine you did not come here to 6discuss décor .○The obese body shook in an appreciative chuckle . No, ma'am, can't say I did. I 7like 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, ain't it?精选文档○the Duke of of breath from not It was a spoken word, but an emission 8 Aah! Croydon. His wife shot him a swift, warning glance.○In what conceivable way does our car concern you?”9○detective's the house been a signal, if As the question from the Duchess had 10manner changed. He inquired abruptly, Who else is in this place?○It was the Duke who answered, No one. We sent them out. 11○man fat surprising speed, the it pays to check. Moving with 12 There's things 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 herself in a straight-backed Ogilvie remained standing. 13○Now then, he said. You two was in the hit-'n-run . 14○She met his eyes directly. What are you talking about? 15○Don't play games, lady. This is for real. He took out a fresh cigar and bit off the 16 end, You saw the papers. There's been plenty on radio, too.○Two high points of color appeared in the paleness of the Duchess of Croydon's17cheeks. What you are suggesting is the most disgusting, ridiculous...○all , savagery forth with sudden spat it you 18 I told –Cut out!”The words pretense of blandness gone. Ignoring the Duke, Ogilvie waved the unlighted cigar under his adversary 's adversary 's nose. You listen to me, your high-an'-mightiness. This city's burnin' mad –cops, mayor, everybody else. When they find who done thatlast night, who killed that kid an' its mother, then high-tailed it, they'll throw the book, and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither. Now I know what I know, and if I do what by rights I should, there'll be a squad of cops in here so fast you'll hardly see 'em. But I come to you first, in fairness, so's you could tell your side of it to me. The piggy eyes blinked, then hardened. 'f you want it the other way, just 精选文档say so.○three centuries and a half of inbred arrogance behind –The Duchess of Croydon 19her –did not yield easily. Springing to her feet, her face wrathful,gray-green eyesblazing, she faced the grossness of the house detective squarely. Her tone would have withered anyone who knew her well. “You unspeakable blackguard! How dare you!”○Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant. But it was the Duke 20of Croydon who interjected, It's no go, old girl. I'm 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 little girl.○getting Now we're the fresh cigar. like That's more it, Ogilvie said. He lit 21 somewhere.○her gesture of surrender, the Duchess of Croydon sank back into Wearily, in 22 a chair. Clasping her hands to conceal their trembling, she asked. What is it you know?○Well now, I'll spell it out. The house detective took his time, leisurely putting a 23cloud of blue cigar smoke, his eyes sardonically on the Duchess as if challenging herobjection. But beyond wrinkling her nose in distaste, she made no comment.○Ogilvie pointed to the Duke. Last night, early on, you went to Lindy's Place in24Irish Bayou. You drove there in your fancy Jaguar, and you took a lady friend. Leastways, I guess you'd call her that if you're not too fussy.○on Get said sharply, Duke glanced, grinning, at the Duchess, the As 25 Ogilvie with it!○he way I hear it, you won a hundred at the smug fat face swung back –26Well –the tables, then lost it at the bar. You were into a second hundred –with a realswinging party –when your wife here got there in a taxi.○How do you know all this? 27．精选文档○got time. I a and this hotel long you, Duke –I've been in this town 28 I'll tell friends all over. I oblige them; they do the same for me, like letting me know what gives, an' where. There ain't much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I don't 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. 29○u figure How'd yogot a curious nature, ma' am. 30 One thing I'd like to know. I where he was?○The Duchess said, You know so much... I suppose it doesn't matter. My husband 31has a habit of making notes while he is telephoning. Afterward he often forgets to destroy them. ”○The house detective clucked his tongue reprovingly . A little careless habit like32that, Duke –look at the mess it gets you in. Well, here's 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 she'd have drove.○My wife doesn't drive. 33○Ogilvie nodded understandingly. Explains that one. Anyway, I reckon you were 34lickered ( = liquored ) up, but good...○anything for know you don't know! You don't interrupted. Then 35 The Duchess sure! You can't possibly prove...○Lady, I can prove all I need to. 36○The Duke cautioned, Better let him finish, old girl. 37○–38That's right, Ogilvie said. Just sit an' listen. Last night I seen you come in through the basement, so's 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.精选文档○The Duchess breathed, Go on. 39○Late last night the word was out about the hit-'n-run. On a hunch I went over the 40garage and took a quiet look-see at your car. You maybe don't know –it's away in acorner, behind a pillar where the jockeys don't see it when they're comin' by.○The Duke licked his lips. I suppose that doesn't matter now. 41○found what I Ogilvie conceded. Anyway, there, 42 You might have somethingmade 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 which musta come off when the kid an' the woman was hit. They got some headlight glass, and lookin' at the kid's clothin', they reckon there'll be a brush trace.○A what? 43○against something hard, Duchess, specially if it's shiny like a You rub clothes 44car fender, say, an' it leaves a mark the same way as finger prints. The police lab kin pick it up like they do prints –畤瑳椠?愠╮???瑩猠潨獷尮himself. I didn't know that.○Not many do. In this case, though, I reckon it don't make a lot o' difference. On 46your car you got a busted headlight, and the trim ring's gone. Ain't any doubt they'd match up, even without the brush trace an' the blood. 0h yeah, I should a told you. There's plenty of blood, though it don't show too much on the black paint.○Oh, my God! A hand to her face, the Duchess turned away. 47○Her husband asked, What do you propose to do? 48○The fat man rubbed his hands together, looking down at his thick, fleshy fingers.49Like I said, I come to hear your side of it.精选文档○what know possibly say? You said despairingly, “What can I 50 The Duke happened.”He made an attempt to square his shoulders which did not succeed. “You'dbetter call the police and get it over.”○The incongruous falsetto voice took ”“Well now, there's no call for being hasty .51on a musing note. “What's done's been done. Rushing any place ain't gonna bringback the kid nor its mother neither. Besides, what they'd do to you across at the headquarters, Duke, you wouldn't like. No sir, you wouldn't like it at all.”○The other two slowly raised their eyes. 52○that you folks could suggest something.”I was hoping,”Ogilvie said, “53 “○I don't understand.”The Duke said uncertainly, “54○You want money, don't you? You “I understand,”the Duchess of Croydon said. “55came here to blackmail us.”○succeed. The house detective not If she expected her words to shock, they did 56shrugged. “Whatever names you call things, ma'am, don't matter to me. All I come forwas to help you people out of trouble. But I got to live too.”○””You'd accept money to keep silent about what you know?57○I reckon I might.””58recovered, “it would do no good. The car would be discovered in any case.”○I guess you'd have to take that chance. But there's some reasons it might not be. ”60Something I ain't told you yet.”○”“Tell us now, please.61○you hit that “I ain't figured this out myself completely. But when Ogilvie said, 62kid you was going away from town, not to it.”○Somehow we'd become “the Duchess said. ”We'd made a mistake in the route,”63．精选文档turned around. It's easily done in New Orleans, with the street winding as they do. Afterward, using side streets, we went back. “○police But the nodded Ogilvie understandingly. ““I thought it might be that,”64ain't figured it that way. They're looking for somebody who was headed out. That's why, right now, they're workin' on the suburbs and the outside towns. They may get around to searchin' downtown, but it won't be yet. “○How long before they do?”65 “○Maybe three, four days. They got a lot of other places to look first.”66 “○How could that help us --- the delay‘?”67 “○an' seein' where it is, –Ogilvie said. “Providin' nobody twigs the car 68 “It might,”you might be lucky there. An' if you can get it away.”○”“You mean out of the state?69○“I mean out o' the South.”70○”“That wouldn't be easy?71○Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, all the No, ma'am. Every state around–72 “rest'll be watching for a car damaged the way yours is.”○Is there any possibility of having repairs made first? If The Duchess considered. “73the work were done discreetly we could pay well. “○as you might You emphatically. “try that, his The 74 house detective shook head well walk over to headquarters right now an' give up. Every repair shop in Louisiana'sbeen told to holler 'cops' the minute a car needing fixin' like yours comes in. They'd do it, too. You people are hot.”○The Duchess of Croydon kept firm, tight rein on her racing mind. It was essential, 75she knew, that her thinking remain calm and reasoned. In the last few minutes the conversation had become as seemingly casual as if the discussion were of some minor domestic matter and not survival itself. She intended to keep it that way. Once more, 精选文档she was aware, the role of leadership had fallen to her, her husband now a tense but passive spectator of the exchange between the evil tat man and herself. No matter. What was inevitable must be accepted. The important thing was to consider all eventualities. A thought occurred to her.○The piece from our car which you say the police have. What is it called?”76 “○ A trim ring.”77 “○Is it traceable?”78 “○--- from o' car it's “They can figure what kind affirmatively. 79 Ogilvie noddedmake, model, an' maybe the year, or close to it. Same thing with the glass. But with your car being foreign, it'll likely take a few days.”○a looking for they're the police will know 80 “But after that,”she persisted, “Jaguar?”○I reckon that 's so. “81 “○or Friday had until man all that this said, they From 82Today was Tuesday.Saturday at best. With calculated coolness the Duchess reasoned: the situation came down to one essential. Assuming the hotel man was bought off, their only chance -- a slim one -- lay in removing the car quickly, If it could be got north, to one of the big cities where the New Orleans tragedy and search would be unknown, repairs could be made quietly, the incriminating evidence removed. Then, even if suspicion settled on the Croydons later, nothing could be proved. But how to get the car away?○Undoubtedly what this oafish detective said was true: As well as Louisiana, the 83 other states through which the car would have to pass would be alert and watchful. Every highway patrol would be on the lookout for a damaged head-light with a missing trim ring. There would probably be road-blocks. It would be hard not to fall victim to some sharpeyed policeman.○But it might be done. If the car could be driven at night and concealed by day. 84 There were plenty of places to pull off the highway and be unobserved. It would be精选文档hazardous, but no more than waiting here for certain detection. There would be back roads. They could choose an unlikely route to avoid attention.○consider to was the time would be other complications ... and now 85 But there them. Traveling by secondary roads would be difficult unless knowing the terrain. The Croydons did not. Nor was either of them adept at using maps. And when they stopped for petrol, as they would have to, their speech and manner would betray them, making them conspicuous . And yet ... these were risks which had to be taken.○Or had they? 86○”“How much do you want?87 The Duchess faced Ogilvie. ○Well ... I figure you people are pretty well “The abruptness took him by surprise. 88fixed.”○I asked how much.”89 She said coldly, “○The piggy eyes blinked. Ten thousand dollars.”90○change. did not expected, her expression Though it was twice what she had 91 “Assuming we paid this grotesque amount, what would we receive in return?”○”The fat man seemed puzzled. “Like I said, I keep quiet about what I know.92 ○”“And the alternative ?93○““I go down the lobby. I pick up a phone. 94 He shrugged.○We will not pay, you.”The statement was unequivocal . “No,”“95○bulbous detective's house shifted uneasily, the As 96 the Duke of Croydon countenance reddened, “Now listen, lady…”○”“I will not listen. Instead, you will listen to me.97 Peremptorily she cut him oft. Her eyes were riveted on his face, her handsome, high cheek boned features set in their most imperious mold. “We would achieve nothing by paying you, except”possibly a few days' respite . You have made that abundantly clear.精选文档○”98 “That's a chance you gotta...○Her voice was a whiplash. Eyes bored into him. Swallowing, sullenly , ”99 “Silence!he complied .significant most knew, could be the of 100 What came next, the Duchess Croydon thing she had ever done. There must be no mistake, no vacillation or dallying because you the highest stakes, you of her own smallness of mind. When were playing for made the highest bid. She intended to gamble on the fat man's greed. She must do so in such a way as to place the outcome beyond any doubt.We will not pay you ten thousand dollars. But we will 101 She declared decisively, “pay you twenty-five thousand dollars.”102 The house detective's eyes bulged. “You will drive our car north.”she continued evenly, 103 “In return for that,”104 Ogilvie continued to stare.Fifteen now. Ten thousand repeated. 105 “Twenty-five thousand dollars,”she “thousand more when you meet us in Chicago.”if eyes, as man licked his lips. His beady fat Still 106 without speaking, theunbelieving, were focused upon her own. The silence hung.107 Then, as she watched intently, he gave the slightest of nods.you, in' cigar “This bother Ogilvie silence 108 The remained. At length spoke.”Duchess?109 As she nodded, he put it out.(from Hotel, 1965)（范文素材和资料部分来自网络，供参考。
高级英语(1)第三版 Lesson 3 Blackmail Paraphrase
Paraphrase1.The words spat forth with sudden savagery, all pretense of blandness gone.2.When they find who done that last night, who killed that kid an' its mother, then high-tailed it, they'll throw the book,and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither.3.The Duchess of Croydon – three centuries and a half of inbred arrogance behind her – did not yield easily.4.Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant.5.The house detective took his time, leisurely puffing a cloud of blue cigar smoke, his eyes sardonically on theDuchess as if challenging her objection.6.There ain't much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I don't get to hear about.7.The Duchess of Croydon kept firm, tight rein on her racing mind.8.And when they stopped for petrol, as they would have to, their speech and manner would betray them, making themconspicuous.9.There must be no mistake, no vacillation or dallying because of her own smallness of mind.参考答案1.Ogilvie spat out the words with great contempt and sudden rudeness, throwing away his pretended politeness.2.When they find who killed the mother and the kid and then ran away, they will deal out the maximum punishment,and they will not care who will be punished in this case or what their social position is.3.The Duchess was supported by her arrogance coming from parents of noble families who belonged to the nobilityfor more than three hundred years. So she did not give in easily.4.The Duchess was a good actress and she appeared so firm about their innocent that, for a brief moment, Ogilvie feltunsure if his assumption about them was right. But the moment was very short and passed quickly.5.The house detective was in no hurry. He enjoyed his cigar and puffed a cloud of blue cigar smoke in a relaxedmanner. At the same time, his eyes were fixed disdainfully on the Duchess as if openly daring her to object to his smoking a cigar, as she had done earlier.6.If anybody who stays in this hotel does anything wrong, improper or unusual, I always get to know about it. Thereisn’t much that can escape me.7.The Duchess kept firm and tight control of her mind which is working quickly. Here the Duchess is thinking quicklybut at the same time keeping her thoughts under control, not letting them run wild.8.And when they stopped for petrol, as it would be necessary, their speech and manner would reveal their identity.British English would be particularly noticeable in the south.9.She mustn’t make any mistakes in her plan, or waver in mind and show decision or deal with the situation carelesslydue to small mindedness. In other words, she has to take a big chance, to do something very daring, so she must be bold, resolute and decisive. She has to rise to the occasion.Translation1)不用着急2)你的意思是说我在撒谎吗？3)他企图尽一切办法掩盖事实的真相。
高英3版第3课Blackmail 课文全文
BlackmailArthur Hailey○1The 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 when the muted buzzer of the outer door eventually sounded.○2The 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 lessened by the knowledge that both might return at any moment.○3 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 man’s mouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Would you kindly put that out."○4The house detective's 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.○5"Pretty neat set-up you folks got.” Taking his time, Ogilvie removed the 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. ○6The Duchess's lips tightened. She said sharply, imagine you did not come here to discuss décor ".○7The obese body shook in an appreciative chuckle . "No, ma'am, can't 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, ain't it?"○8"Aah!" It was not a spoken word, but an emission of breath from the Duke of Croydon. His wife shot him a swift, warning glance.○9"In what conceivable way does our car concern you?”○10As if the question from the Duchess had been a signal, the house detective's manner changed. He inquired abruptly, "Who else is in this place?"○11It was the Duke who answered, "No one. We sent them out."○12"There's things it pays to 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.○13The Duchess had seated herself in a straight-backed Ogilvie remained standing. ○14"Now then," he said. "You two was in the hit-'n-run ."○15She met his eyes directly." What are you talking about?"○16"Don't play games, lady. This is for real." He took out a fresh cigar and bit off the end, "You saw the papers. There's been plenty on radio, too."○17Two high points of color appeared in the paleness of the Duchess of Croydon's cheeks. "What you are suggesting is the most disgusting, ridiculous..."○18"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 his adversary 's adversary 's nose. "You listen to me, your high-an'-mightiness. This city's 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, they'll throw the book, and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither. Now I know what I know, and if I do what by rights I should, there'll be a squad of cops in here so fast you'll hardly see 'em. But I come to you first, in fairness, so's you could tell your side of it to me." The piggy eyes blinked, then hardened. " 'f you want it the other way, justsay so."○19The 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 unspeakable blackguard! How dare you!”○20Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant. But it was the Duke of Croydon who interjected, "It's no go, old girl. I'm 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 little girl."○21"That's more like it," Ogilvie said. He lit the fresh cigar. "Now we're getting somewhere."○22Wearily, 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?"○23"Well now, I'll spell it out." The house 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.○24Ogilvie pointed to the Duke. "Last night, early on, you went to Lindy's Place in Irish Bayou. You drove there in your fancy Jaguar, and you took a lady friend. Leastways, I guess you'd call her that if you're not too fussy."○25As Ogilvie glanced, grinning, at the Duchess, the Duke said sharply, "Get on with it!"○26"Well" – the smug fat face swung back – "the way I hear it, you won a hundred at the tables, then 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. "○27"How do you know all this?"○28"I'll tell you, Duke –I've 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 what gives, an’ where. There ain't much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I don't 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."○29The Duke said coldly, "I see."○30"One thing I'd like to know. I got a curious nature, ma’ am. How'd you figure where he was?"○31The Duchess said, "You know so much... I suppose it doesn't matter. My husband has a habit of making notes while he is telephoning. Afterward he often forgets to destroy them. ”○32The house detective clucked his tongue reprovingly . "A little careless habit like that, Duke – look at the mess it gets you in. Well, here's 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 she'd have drove."○33"My wife doesn't drive."○34Ogilvie nodded understandingly. "Explains that one. Anyway, I reckon you were lickered ( = liquored ) up, but good..."○35The Duchess interrupted. "Then you don't know! You don't know anything for sure! You can't possibly prove..."○36"Lady, I can prove all I need to."○37The Duke cautioned, "Better let him finish, old girl."○38"That's right," Ogilvie said. "Just sit an' listen. Last night I seen you come in –through the basement, so's 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."○39The Duchess breathed, "Go on."○40"Late last night the word was out about the hit-'n-run. On a hunch I went over the garage and took a quiet look-see at your car. You maybe don't know – it's away in a corner, behind a pillar where the jockeys don't see it when they're comin' by."○41The Duke licked his lips. "I suppose that doesn't matter now."○42"You might have something there," Ogilvie conceded. "Anyway, what 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 which musta come off when the kid an’ the woman was hit. They got some headlight glass, and lookin’ at the kid's clothin', they reckon there'll be a brush trace. "○43"A what?"○44"You rub clothes against something hard, Duchess, specially if it's shiny like a car fender, say, an' it leaves a mark the same way as finger prints. The police lab kin pick it up like they do prints –dust it, an’ it shows."○45"That's interesting," the Duke said, as if speaking of something unconnected with himself. "I didn't know that."○46"Not many do. In this case, though, I reckon it don't make a lot o' difference. On your car you got a busted headlight, and the trim ring's gone. Ain't any doubt they'd match up, even without the brush trace an’ the blood. 0h yeah, I should a told you. There's plenty of blood, though it don't show too much on the black paint."○47"Oh, my God!" A hand to her face, the Duchess turned away.○48Her husband asked, "What do you propose to do?"○49The fat man rubbed his hands together, looking down at his thick, fleshy fingers. "Like I said, I come to hear your side of it."○50The Duke said despairingly, “What can I possibly say? You know what happened.” He made an attempt to square his shoulders which did not succeed. “You'd better call the police and get it over.”○51“Well now, there's no call for being hasty .” The incongruous falsetto voice took on a musing note. “What's done's been done. Rushing any place ain't gonna bring back the kid nor its mother neither. Besides, what they'd do to you across at the headquarters, Duke, you wouldn't like. No sir, you wouldn't like it at all.”○52The other two slowly raised their eyes.○53“I was hoping,” Ogilvie said, “that you folks could suggest something.”○54The Duke said uncertainly, “I don't understand.”○55“I understand,” the Duchess of Croydon said. “You want money, don't you? You came here to blackmail us.”○56If she expected her words to shock, they did not succeed. The house detective shrugged. “Whatever names you call things, ma'am, don't matter to me. All I come for was to help you people out of trouble. But I got to live too.”○57”You'd accept money to keep silent about what you know?”○58”I reckon I might.”○59”But from what you say,”the Duchess pointed out, her poise for the moment recovered, “it would do no good. The car would be discovered in any case.”○60”I guess you'd have to take that chance. But there's some reasons it might not be. Something I ain't told you yet.”○61“Tell us now, please.”○62Ogilvie said, “I ain't figured this out myself completely. But when you hit that kid you was going away from town, not to it.”○63”We'd made a mistake in the route,” the Duchess said. “Somehow we'd becometurned around. It's easily done in New Orleans, with the street winding as they do. Afterward, using side streets, we went back. “○64“I thought it might be that,”Ogilvie nodded understandingly. “But the police ain't figured it that way. They’re looking for somebody who was headed out. That's why, right now, they're workin' on the suburbs and the outside towns. They may get around to searchin' downtown, but it won't be yet. “○65“How long before they do?”○66“Maybe three, four days. They got a lot of other places to look first.”○67“ How could that help us --- the delay‘?”○68“It might,” Ogilvie said. “Providin' nobody twigs the car – an' seein' where it is, you might be lucky there. An' if you can get it away.”○69“You mean out of the state?”○70“I mean out o’ the South.”○71“That wouldn't be easy?”○72“No, ma'am. Every state around – Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, all the rest'll be watching for a car damaged the way yours is.”○73The Duchess considered. “Is there any possibility of having repairs made first? If the work were done discreetly we could pay well. “○74The house detective shook his head emphatically. “You try that, you might as well walk over to headquarters right now an' give up. Every repair shop in Louisiana's been told to holler 'cops' the minute a car needing fixin' like yours comes in. They'd do it, too. You people are hot.”○75The Duchess of Croydon kept firm, tight rein on her racing mind. It was essential, she knew, that her thinking remain calm and reasoned. In the last few minutes the conversation had become as seemingly casual as if the discussion were of some minor domestic matter and not survival itself. She intended to keep it that way. Once more,she was aware, the role of leadership had fallen to her, her husband now a tense but passive spectator of the exchange between the evil tat man and herself. No matter. What was inevitable must be accepted. The important thing was to consider all eventualities. A thought occurred to her.○76“The piece from our car which you say the police have. What is it called?”○77“A trim ring.”○78“Is it traceable?”○79Ogilvie nodded affirmatively. “They can figure what kind o' car it's from --- make, model, an' maybe the year, or close to it. Same thing with the glass. But with your car being foreign, it'll likely take a few days.”○80“But after that,”she persisted, “the police will know they're looking for a Jaguar?”○81“I reckon that 's so. “○82Today was Tuesday. From all that this man said, they had until Friday or Saturday at best. With calculated coolness the Duchess reasoned: the situation came down to one essential. Assuming the hotel man was bought off, their only chance -- a slim one -- lay in removing the car quickly, If it could be got north, to one of the big cities where the New Orleans tragedy and search would be unknown, repairs could be made quietly, the incriminating evidence removed. Then, even if suspicion settled on the Croydons later, nothing could be proved. But how to get the car away?○83Undoubtedly what this oafish detective said was true: As well as Louisiana, the other states through which the car would have to pass would be alert and watchful. Every highway patrol would be on the lookout for a damaged head-light with a missing trim ring. There would probably be road-blocks. It would be hard not to fall victim to some sharpeyed policeman.○84But it might be done. If the car could be driven at night and concealed by day. There were plenty of places to pull off the highway and be unobserved. It would behazardous, but no more than waiting here for certain detection. There would be back roads. They could choose an unlikely route to avoid attention.○85But there would be other complications ... and now was the time to consider them. Traveling by secondary roads would be difficult unless knowing the terrain. The Croydons did not. Nor was either of them adept at using maps. And when they stopped for petrol, as they would have to, their speech and manner would betray them, making them conspicuous . And yet ... these were risks which had to be taken.○86Or had they?○87The Duchess faced Ogilvie. “How much do you want?”○88The abruptness took him by surprise. “Well ... I figure you people are pretty well fixed.”○89She said coldly, “I asked how much.”○90The piggy eyes blinked. Ten thousand dollars.”○91Though it was twice what she had expected, her expression did not change. “Assuming we paid this grotesque amount, what would we receive in return?”○92The fat man seemed puzzled. “Like I said, I keep quiet about what I know.”○93“And the alternative ?”○94He shrugged. “I go down the lobby. I pick up a phone. “○95“No,” The statement was unequivocal . “We will not pay, you.”○96As the Duke of Croydon shifted uneasily, the house detective's bulbous countenance reddened, “Now listen, lady…”○97Peremptorily she cut him oft. “I will not listen. Instead, you will listen to me.”Her eyes were riveted on his face, her handsome, high cheek boned features set in their most imperious mold. “We would achieve nothing by paying you, except possibly a few days' respite . You have made that abundantly clear.”○98“That's a chance you gotta...”○99“Silence!” Her voice was a whiplash. Eyes bored into him. Swallowing, sullenly , he complied .100 What came next, the Duchess of Croydon knew, could be the most significant thing she had ever done. There must be no mistake, no vacillation or dallying because of her own smallness of mind. When you were playing for the highest stakes, you made the highest bid. She intended to gamble on the fat man's greed. She must do so in such a way as to place the outcome beyond any doubt.101 She declared decisively, “We will not pay you ten thousand dollars. But we will pay you twenty-five thousand dollars.”102 The house detective's eyes bulged.103 “In return for that,” she continued evenly, “You will drive our car north.”104 Ogilvie continued to stare.105 “Twenty-five thousand dollars,”she repeated. “Ten thousand now. Fifteen thousand more when you meet us in Chicago.”106 Still without speaking, the fat man licked his lips. His beady eyes, as if unbelieving, were focused upon her own. The silence hung.107 Then, as she watched intently, he gave the slightest of nods.108 The silence remained. At length Ogilvie spoke. “This cigar bother in' you, Duchess?”109 As she nodded, he put it out.(from Hotel, 1965)。
高英3版第3课blackmail课文全文
BlackmailArthur Hailey○1 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 when the muted buzzer of the outer door eventually sounded.○2 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 lessened by the knowledge that both might return at any moment.○3 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 man’s mouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Would you kindly put that out."○4 The house detective's 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.○5 "Pretty neat set-up you folks got.” Taking his time, Ogilvie removed the 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.○6 The Duchess's lips tightened. She said sharply, imagine you did not come here to discuss décor ".○7 The obese body shook in an appreciative chuckle . "No, ma'am, can't 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, ain't it"○8 "Aah!" It was not a spoken word, but an emission of breath from the Duke of Croydon. His wife shot him a swift, warning glance.○9"In what conceivable way does our car concern you”○10 As if the question from the Duchess had been a signal, the house detective's manner changed. He inquired abruptly, "Who else is in this place"○11 It was the Duke who answered, "No one. We sent them out."○12 "There's things it pays to 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.○13 The Duchess had seated herself in a straight-backed Ogilvie remained standing.○14 "Now then," he said. "You two was in the hit-'n-run ."○15 She met his eyes directly." What are you talking about"○16 "Don't play games, lady. This is for real." He took out a fresh cigar and bit off the end, "You saw the papers. There's been plenty on radio, too."○17 Two high points of color appeared in the paleness of the Duchess of Croydon's cheeks. "What you are suggesting is the most disgusting, ridiculous..."○18 "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 his adversary 's adversary 's nose. "You listen to me, your high-an'-mightiness. This city's 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, they'll throw the book, and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither. Now I know what I know, and if I do what by rights I should, there'll be a squad of cops in here so fast you'll hardly see 'em. But I come to you first, in fairness, so's you could tell your side of it to me." The piggy eyes blinked, then hardened. " 'f you want it the other way, just say so."○19 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 unspeakable blackguard! How dare you!”○20 Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant. But it was the Duke of Croydon who interjected, "It's no go, old girl. I'm 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 little girl."○21 "That's more like it," Ogilvie said. He lit the fresh cigar. "Now we're getting somewhere."○22 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"○23 "Well now, I'll spell it out." The house detective took his time, leisurely putting a cloud of blue cigar smoke, his eyes sardonically onthe Duchess as if challenging her objection. But beyond wrinkling her nose in distaste, she made no comment.○24 Ogilvie pointed to the Duke. "Last night, early on, you went to Lindy's Place in Irish Bayou. You drove there in your fancy Jaguar, and you took a lady friend. Leastways, I guess you'd call her that if you're not too fussy."○25 As Ogilvie glanced, grinning, at the Duchess, the Duke said sharply, "Get on with it!"○26 "Well" –the smug fat face swung back –"the way I hear it, you won a hundred at the tables, then 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. "○27 "How do you know all this"○28 "I'll tell you, Duke – I've 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 what gives, an’ where. There ain't much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I don't 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."○29 The Duke said coldly, "I see."○30"One thing I'd like to know. I got a curious nature, ma’ am. How'd you figure where he was"○31 The Duchess said, "You know so much... I suppose it doesn't matter. My husband has a habit of making notes while he is telephoning. Afterward he often forgets to destroy them. ”○32 The house detective clucked his tongue reprovingly . "A littlecareless habit like that, Duke – look at the mess it gets you in. Well, here's 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 she'd have drove."○33 "My wife doesn't drive."○34 Ogilvie nodded understandingly. "Explains that one. Anyway, I reckon you were lickered ( = liquored ) up, but good..."○35 The Duchess interrupted. "Then you don't know! You don't know anything for sure! You can't possibly prove..."○36 "Lady, I can prove all I need to."○37 The Duke cautioned, "Better let him finish, old girl."○38 "That's right," Ogilvie said. "Just sit an' listen. Last night I seen you come in – through the basement, so's 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."○39 The Duchess breathed, "Go on."○40 "Late last night the word was out about the hit-'n-run. On a hunch I went over the garage and took a quiet look-see at your car. You maybe don't know – it's away in a corner, behind a pillar where the jockeys don't see it when they're comin' by."○41 The Duke licked his lips. "I suppose that doesn't matter now."○42 "You might have something there," Ogilvie conceded. "Anyway, what 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 ringwhich musta come off when the kid an’ the woman was hit. They got some headlight glass, and lookin’ at the kid's clothin', they reckon there'll be a brush trace. "○43 "A what"○44 "You rub clothes against something hard, Duchess, specially if it's shiny like a car fender, say, an' it leaves a mark the same way as finger prints. The police lab kin pick it up like they do prints –dust it, an’ it shows."○45 "That's interesting," the Duke said, as if speaking of something unconnected with himself. "I didn't know that."○46 "Not many do. In this case, though, I reckon it don't make a lot o' difference. On your car you got a busted headlight, and the trim ring's gone. Ain't any doubt they'd match up, even without the brush trace an’ the blood. 0h yeah, I should a told you. There's plenty of blood, though it don't show too much on the black paint."○47 "Oh, my God!" A hand to her face, the Duchess turned away.○48 Her husband asked, "What do you propose to do"○49 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."○50 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. “You'd better call the police and get it over.”○51“Well now, there's no call for being hasty .” The incongruous falsetto voice took on a musing note. “What's done's been done. Rushing any place ain't gonna bring back the kid nor its mother neither. Besides, what they'd do to you across at the headquarters, Duke, you wouldn't like.No sir, you wouldn't like it at all.”○52 The other two slowly raised their eyes.○53“I was hoping,”Ogilvie said, “that you folks could suggest something.”○54 The Duke said uncertainly, “I don't understand.”○55“I understand,”the Duchess of Croydon said. “You want money, don't you You came here to blackmail us.”○56 If she expected her words to shock, they did not succeed. The house detective shrugged. “Whatever names you call things, ma'am, don't matter to me. All I come for was to help you people out of trouble. But I got to live too.”○57”You'd accept money to keep silent about what you know”○58”I reckon I might.”○59”But from what you say,”the Duchess pointed out, her poise for the moment recovered, “it would do no good. The car would be discovered in any case.”○60”I guess you'd have to take that chance. But there's some reasons it might not be. Something I ain't told you yet.”○61“Tell us now, please.”○62 Ogilvie said, “I ain't figured this out myself completely. But when you hit that kid you was going away from town, not to it.”○63”We'd made a mistake in the route,”the Duchess said. “Somehow we'd become turned around. It's easily done in New Orleans, with the street winding as they do. Afterward, using side streets, we went back. “○64“I thought it might be that,”Ogilvie nodded understandingly. “Butthe police ain't figured it that way. They’re looking for somebody who was headed out. That's why, right now, they're workin' on the suburbs and the outside towns. They may get around to searchin' downtown, but it won't be yet. “○65“How long before they do”○66“Maybe three, four days. They got a lot of other places to look first.”○67“ How could that help us --- the delay‘”○68“It might,” Ogilvie said. “Providin' nobody twigs the car – an' seein' where it is, you might be lucky there. An' if you can get it away.”○69“You mean out of the state”○70“I mean out o’ the South.”○71“That wouldn't be easy”○72“No, ma'am. Every state around – Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, all the rest'll be watching for a car damaged the way yours is.”○73 The Duchess considered. “Is there any possibility of having repairs made first If the work were done discreetly we could pay well. “○74 The house detective shook his head emphatically. “You try that, you might as well walk over to headquarters right now an' give up. Every repair shop in Louisiana's been told to holler 'cops' the minute a car needing fixin' like yours comes in. They'd do it, too. You people are hot.”○75 The Duchess of Croydon kept firm, tight rein on her racing mind. It was essential, she knew, that her thinking remain calm and reasoned. In the last few minutes the conversation had become as seemingly casual as if the discussion were of some minor domestic matter and not survival itself. She intended to keep it that way. Once more, she was aware, therole of leadership had fallen to her, her husband now a tense but passive spectator of the exchange between the evil tat man and herself. No matter. What was inevitable must be accepted. The important thing was to consider all eventualities. A thought occurred to her.○76“The piece from our car which you say the police have. What is it called”○77“A trim ring.”○78“Is it traceable”○79 Ogilvie nodded affirmatively. “They can figure what kind o' car it's from --- make, model, an' maybe the year, or close to it. Same thing with the glass. But with your car being foreign, it'll likely take a few days.”○80“But after that,” she persisted, “the police will know they're looking for a Jaguar”○81“I reckon that 's so. “○82 Today was Tuesday. From all that this man said, they had until Friday or Saturday at best. With calculated coolness the Duchess reasoned: the situation came down to one essential. Assuming the hotel man was bought off, their only chance -- a slim one -- lay in removing the car quickly, If it could be got north, to one of the big cities where the New Orleans tragedy and search would be unknown, repairs could be made quietly, the incriminating evidence removed. Then, even if suspicion settled on the Croydons later, nothing could be proved. But how to get the car away ○83 Undoubtedly what this oafish detective said was true: As well as Louisiana, the other states through which the car would have to pass would be alert and watchful. Every highway patrol would be on the lookout for a damaged head-light with a missing trim ring. There would probably be road-blocks. It would be hard not to fall victim to some sharpeyedpoliceman.○84 But it might be done. If the car could be driven at night and concealed by day. There were plenty of places to pull off the highway and be unobserved. It would be hazardous, but no more than waiting here for certain detection. There would be back roads. They could choose an unlikely route to avoid attention.○85 But there would be other complications ... and now was the time to consider them. Traveling by secondary roads would be difficult unless knowing the terrain. The Croydons did not. Nor was either of them adept at using maps. And when they stopped for petrol, as they would have to, their speech and manner would betray them, making them conspicuous . And yet ... these were risks which had to be taken.○86 Or had they○87 The Duchess faced Ogilvie. “How much do you want”○88 The abruptness took him by surprise. “Well ... I figure you people are pretty well fixed.”○89 She said coldly, “I asked how much.”○90 The piggy eyes blinked. Ten thousand dollars.”○91 Though it was twice what she had expected, her expression did not change. “Assuming we paid this grotesque amount, what would we receive in return”○92 The fat man seemed puzzled. “Like I said, I keep quiet about what I know.”○93“And the alternative ”○94 He shrugged. “I go down the lobby. I pick up a phone. “○95“No,” The statement was unequivocal . “We will not pay, you.”○96 As the Duke of Croydon shifted uneasily, the house detective's bulbous countenance reddened, “Now listen, lady…”○97 Peremptorily she cut him oft. “I will not listen. Instead, you will listen to me.”Her eyes were riveted on his face, her handsome, high cheek boned features set in their most imperious mold. “We would achieve nothing by paying you, except possibly a few days' respite . You have made that abundantly clear.”○98“That's a chance you gotta...”○99“Silence!”Her voice was a whiplash. Eyes bored into him. Swallowing, sullenly , he complied .100 What came next, the Duchess of Croydon knew, could be the most significant thing she had ever done. There must be no mistake, no vacillation or dallying because of her own smallness of mind. When you were playing for the highest stakes, you made the highest bid. She intended to gamble on the fat man's greed. She must do so in such a way as to place the outcome beyond any doubt.101 She declared decisively, “We will not pay you ten thousand dollars. But we will pay you twenty-five thousand dollars.”102 The house detective's eyes bulged.103 “In return for that,” she continued evenly, “You will drive our car north.”104 Ogilvie continued to stare.105 “Twenty-five thousand dollars,” she repeated. “Ten thousand now. Fifteen thousand more when you meet us in Chicago.”106 Still without speaking, the fat man licked his lips. His beady eyes, as if unbelieving, were focused upon her own. The silence hung.107 Then, as she watched intently, he gave the slightest of nods.108 The silence remained. At length Ogilvie spoke. “This cigar bother in' you, Duchess”109 As she nodded, he put it out.(from Hotel, 1965)。
高英3版第3课Blackmail课文全文
BlackmailArthur HaileyThe chief house officer, Ogilvie, who had declared he would appear at theCroydons 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 when the muted buzzer of the outer door eventually sounded.②The Duchess went to the door herself. Earlier she had dispatched her maid on aninven ted errand and, cruelly, in structed the moon-faced male secretary - who was terrified of dogs —to exercise the Bedlington terriers. Her own tension was not lessened by the knowledge that both might return at any moment.②3 A wave of cigar smoke accompanied Ogilvie in. When he had followed her tothe living room, the Duchess looked pointedly at the half-burned cigar in the fat man 's mouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Wouldyou kindly put that out."②4 The house detective's piggy eyes surveyed her sardonically from his gross jowled face. His gaze moved on to sweep the spacious, well-appointed room, encompassing the Duke whofaced them uncertainly, his back to a window.②5 "Pretty neat set-up you folks got. ”Taking his time, Ogilvie removed the 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. ②6 The Duchess's lips tightened. She said sharply, imagine you did not come here to discuss d co f".②7 The obese body shook in an appreciative chuckle . "No, ma'am, can't 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, ain't it?""Aah!" It was not a spoken word, but an emission of breath from the Duke ofCroydon. His wife shot him a swift, warning glance.⑨"In what conceivable way does our car concern you? ”(10 As if the question from the Duchess had been a signal, the house detective's manner changed. He inquired abruptly, "Who else is in this place?"011 It was the Duke who answered, "No one. We sent them out."012 "There's things it pays to 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.013 The Duchess had seated herself in a straight-backed Ogilvie remained standing. 014 "Now then," he said. "You two was in the hit-'n-run ."015 She met his eyes directly." What are you talking about?"016 "Don't play games, lady. This is for real." He took out a fresh cigar and bit off the end, "You saw the papers. There's been plenty on radio, too."017 Two high points of color appeared in the paleness of the Duchess of Croydon's cheeks."What you are suggesting is the most disgusting, ridiculous..." 0 "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 his adversary 's adversary 's nose. "You listen to me, your high-an'-mightiness. This city's 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, they'll throw the book, and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither. Now I know what I know, and if I do what by rights I should, there'll be a squad of cops in here so fast you'll hardly see 'em. But I come to you first, in fairness, so's you could tell your side of it to me." The piggy eyes blinked, then hardened. " 'f you want it the other way, justsay so."(19 The Duchess of Croydo n -three cen turies and a half of in bred arroga nee behi ndher - did not yield easily. Springing to her feet, her face wrathful, gray-green eyes blazing, shefaced the grossness of the house detective squarely. Her tone would have withered anyone who knew her well. “You unspeakable blackguard! How dare you!920Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant. But it was the Duke of Croydon who interjected, "It's no go, old girl. I'm 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 little girl."921"That's more like it," Ogilvie said. He lit the fresh cigar. "Now we're getting somewhere."922Wearily, 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?" 923"Well now, I'll spell it out." The house detective took his time, leisurely putting a cloudof 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.924Ogilvie pointed to the Duke. "Last night, early on, you went to Lindy's Place in IrishBayou. You drove there in your fancy Jaguar, and you took a lady friend. Leastways, I guess you'd call her that if you're not too fussy."925As Ogilvie glanced, grinning, at the Duchess, the Duke said sharply, "Get onwith it!" "Well" -the smug fat face swung back-"the way I hear it, you won a hundred at the tables, then 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. "927 "How do you know all this?"28 "I'll tell you, Duke - I've been in this town and this hotel a long time. I gotfriends all over. I oblige them; they do the same for me, like letting me know what gives, an ' where. There ain't much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hoteldo, I don't get to hear about. Most of r kno'w eImknnoewv,eor know me. They thinkthey got their little secret tucked away , and so they hav—except like no w."229The Duke said coldly, "I see."230"One thing I'd like to know. I got a curious nature, ma ' aHmo.w'd you figure where he was?"231The Duchess said, "You know so much... I suppose it doesn't matter. My husband has a habit of making notes while he is telephoning. Afterward he often forgets to destroy them. ”232The house detective clucked his tongue reprovingly . "A little careless habit like that, Duke -look at the mess it gets you in. Well, here's 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 she'd have drove.""My wife doesn't drive."234Ogilvie nodded understandingly. "Explains that one. Anyway, I reckon you were lickered ( = liquored ) up, but good..."235The Duchess interrupted. "Then you don't know! You don't know anything for sure! You can't possibly prove..."236"Lady, I can prove all I need to."237The Duke cautioned, "Better let him finish, old girl."238"That's right," Ogilvie said. "Just sit an' listen. Last night I seen you come in - through the basement, so's 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."(39 The Duchess breathed, "Go on." "Late last night the word was out about the hit-'n-run. On a hunch I went over the garage and took a quiet look-see at your car. You maybe don't know -it's away in a corner, behind a pillar where the jockeys don't see it when they're comin' by." (41 The Duke licked his lips. "I suppose that does n't matter no w."(42 "You might have someth ing there," Ogilvie con ceded. "Any way, what I foundmade 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 which musta come off when the kid an ' the woman was hit. They got some headlight glass, and lookin ' at the kid's clothin', they reckon there'll be a brush trace. "443"A what?"444"You rub clothes against something hard, Duchess, specially if it's shiny like acar fender, say, an' it leaves a mark the same way as finger prints. The police lab kin pick it up like they do prints -dust it, an ' it shows."445"That's interesting," the Duke said, as if speaking of something unconnected with himself. "I didn't know that."446"Not many do. In this case, though, I reckon it don't make a lot o' difference. On your car you got a busted headlight, and the trim ring's gone. Ain't any doubt they'd match up, even without the brush trace an ' the blood. 0Ihsyheoauhld, a told you. There's plenty of blood, though it don't show too much on the black paint."447"Oh, my God!" A hand to her face, the Duchess turned away.448Her husband asked, "What do you propose 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."(550 The Duke said despairingly. What can I possibly say? You know what happened”. He made an attempt to square his shoulders which did not succeedY. ou'd better call the police and get it over”.(51 “Well now, there's no call for being hasty .”The incongruous falsetto voice took on a musing note. “What's done's been done. Rushing any place ain't gonna bring back the kid nor its mother neither. Besides, what they'd do to you across at the headquarters, Duke, you wouldn't like. No sir, you wouldn't like it at all. ”(52 The other two slowly raised their eyes.(53 “I was hoping,”Ogilvie said, “that you folks could suggest something”.(54 The Duke said uncertainly,“ I don't understand”.I understand,”the Duchess of Croydon said. “You want money, don't you? You came hereto blackmail us”.(56 If she expected her words to shock, they did not succeed. The house detective shrugged. “Whatever names you call things, ma'am, don't matter to me. All I come for was to help you people out of trouble. But I got to live too.”(57 ”You'd accept money to keep silent about what you know”?(58 ”Ireckon I might.”(59 ”But from what you say,”the Duchess pointed out, her poise for the moment recovered, “it would do no good. The car would be discovered in any case”.(60 ”Iguess you'd have to take that chance. But there's some reasons it might not be. SomethingI ain't told you yet.”(61 “Tell us now, please”.(62 Ogilvie said, “I ain't figured this out myself completely. But when you hit thatkid you was going away from town, not to it.”(63 ”We'd made a mistake in the route,”the Duchess said. “Somehow we'd becometurned around. It's easily done in New Orleans, with the street winding as they do.Afterward, using side streets, we went back.“(64 r thought it might be that,” Ogilvie nodded understandingly. But the policere lookingofdoyr swohmoewbas headed out. That'swhy, right now, they're workin' on the suburbs and the outside towns. They may get around to searchin' downtown, but it won't be yet.“(65 How long before they do?'(66 Maybe three, four days. They got a lot of other places to look first.(67 How could that help us --- the delay ‘ ？”(68 It might, ” Ogilvie said. Provid in' n obody twigs the car —an' see in' where it is, you might be lucky there. An' if you can get it away.”(69 You mea n out of the state?(70 “I mean out o ' the South. ”彩 No, ma'am. Every state aroun d-Texas, Arka nsas, Mississippi, Alabama, all therest'll be watching for a car damaged the way yours is ”.The Duchess considered. fs there any possibility of having repairs made first? Ifthe work were done discreetly we could pay well.Q4)The house detective shook his head emphatically. You try that, you might as wellwalk over to headquarters right now an' give up. Every repair shop in Louisiana's beentold to holler 'cops' the minute a car needing fixin' like yours comes in. They'd do it, too.You people are hot ”.(7^ The Duchess of Croydon kept firm, tight rein on her racing mind. It was essential,she knew, that her thinking remain calm and reasoned. In the last few minutes theconversation had become as seemingly casual as if the discussion were of some minorThat wouldn't be easy?”ain't figured it that waydomestic matter and not survival itself. She intended to keep it that way. Once more,she was aware, the role of leadership had fallen to her, her husband now a tense but passive spectator of the exchange between the evil tat man and herself. No matter. What was inevitable must be accepted. The important thing was to consider all eventualities. A thought occurred to her.(76 The piece from our car which you say the police have. What is it called?ring.Is it traceable?”(79 Ogilvie nodded affirmatively. They can figure what kind o' car it's from --make, model, an' maybe the year, or close to it. Same thing with the glass. But with your car being foreign, it'll likely take a few days.”(880 But after that” she persisted, the police will know they're looking for a Jaguar?”I reckon that 's so.<82 Today was Tuesday. From all that this man said, they had until Friday or Saturday at best. With calculated coolness the Duchess reasoned: the situation came down to one essential. Assuming the hotel man was bought off, their only chance -- a slim one -- lay in removing the car quickly, If it could be got north, to one of the big cities where the New Orleans tragedy and search would be unknown, repairs could be made quietly, the incriminating evidence removed. Then, even if suspicion settled on the Croydons later, nothing could be proved. But how to get the car away?<83 Undoubtedly what this oafish detective said was true: As well as Louisiana, the other states through which the car would have to pass would be alert and watchful. Every highway patrol would be on the lookout for a damaged head-light with a missing trim ring. There would probably be road-blocks. It would be hard not to fall victim to some sharpeyed policeman.<84 But it might be done. If the car could be driven at night and concealed by day. There were plenty of places to pull off the highway and be unobserved. It would behazardous, but no more than waiting here for certain detection. There would be back roads. They could choose an unlikely route to avoid attention.(85 But there would be other complications ... and now was the time to consider them. Traveling by secondary roads would be difficult unless knowing the terrain. The Croydons did not. Nor was either of them adept at using maps. And when they stopped for petrol, as they would have to, their speech and manner would betray them, making them conspicuous . And yet ... these were risks which had to be taken.(86 Or had they?(87 The Duchess faced Ogilvie. How much do you want?'The abruptness took him by surprise.“ Well ... I figure you people are pretty well fixed.She said coldly,“ I asked how much.” (90 The piggy eyes blinked. Tenthousand dollars.@1 Though it was twice what she had expected, her expression did not change.“Assuming we paid this grotesque amount, what would we receive in return”?@92 The fat man seemed puzzled. Like I said, I keep quiet about what I know.”@93 “And the alternative ?”@94 He shrugged.“ I go down the lobby. I pick up a phone.“@95 “No, ” The statement was unequivocal . We will not pay, you.”@96 As the Duke of Croydon shifted uneasily, the house detective's bulbouscountenance redde ned,Now liste n, lady …”@97 Peremptorily she cut him oft. “I will not listen. Instead, you will listen to me. ”Her eyes were riveted on his face, her handsome, high cheek boned features set in their most imperious mold. “We would achieve nothing by paying you, except possiblya few days' respite . You have made that abundantly cle”ar.(98 That's a cha nee you gotta.”(99 Silenee!” Her voice was a whiplash. Eyes bored into him. Swallowing, sullenly , he complied .100 What came n ext, the Duchess of Croyd on kn ew, could be the most sig nifica nt thing she had ever done. There must be no mistake, no vacillation or dallying because of her own small ness of mi nd. When you were playi ng for the highest stakes, you made the highest bid. She inten ded to gamble on the fat man's greed. She must do so in such a way as to place the outcome bey ond any doubt.101 She declared decisively, We will not pay you ten thousa nd dollars. But we will pay you twen ty-five thousa nd dollars. ”102 The house detective's eyes bulged.103 In return for that,” she continued evenly, You will drive our car north. ”104 Ogilvie continued to stare.105 Twenty-five thousand dollars,” she repeated. Ten thousand now. Fifteen thousa nd more whe n you meet us in Chicago.106 Still without speaking, the fat man licked his lips. His beady eyes, as if un believ ing, were focused upon her own. The sile nee hung.107 Then, as she watched inten tly, he gave the slightest of no ds.108 The sile nee rema in ed. At len gth Ogilvie spoke. This cigar bother in' you, Duchess?109 As she nodded, he put it out.(from Hotel, 1965) （范文素材和资料部分来自网络，供参考。
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BlackmailArthur Hailey○1The 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 when the muted buzzer of the outer door eventually sounded.○2The 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 lessened by the knowledge that both might return at any moment.○3 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 man’s mouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Would you kindly put that out."○4The house detective's 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.○5"Pretty neat set-up you folks got.” Taking his time, Ogilvie removed the 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.○6The Duchess's lips tightened. She said sharply, imagine you did not come here to discuss décor ".○7The obese body shook in an appreciative chuckle . "No, ma'am, can't 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, ain't it?"○8"Aah!" It was not a spoken word, but an emission of breath from the Duke of Croydon. His wife shot him a swift, warning glance.○9"In what conceivable way does our car concern you?”○10As if the question from the Duchess had been a signal, the house detective's manner changed. He inquired abruptly, "Who else is in this place?"○11It was the Duke who answered, "No one. We sent them out."○12"There's things it pays to 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.○13The Duchess had seated herself in a straight-backed Ogilvie remained standing.○14"Now then," he said. "You two was in the hit-'n-run ."○15She met his eyes directly." What are you talking about?"○16"Don't play games, lady. This is for real." He took out a fresh cigar and bit off the end, "You saw the papers. There's been plenty on radio, too."○17Two high points of color appeared in the paleness of the Duchess of Croydon's cheeks. "What you are suggesting is the most disgusting, ridiculous..."○18"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 his adversary 's adversary 's nose. "You listen to me, your high-an'-mightiness. This city's 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, they'll throw the book, and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither. Now I know what I know, and if I do what by rights I should, there'll be a squad of cops in here so fast you'll hardly see 'em. But I come to you first, in fairness, so's you could tell your side of it to me." The piggy eyes blinked, then hardened. " 'f you want it the other way, just say so."○19The 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 anyonewho knew her well. “You unspeakable blackguard! How dare you!”○20Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant. But it was the Duke of Croydon who interjected, "It's no go, old girl. I'm 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 little girl."○21"That's more like it," Ogilvie said. He lit the fresh cigar. "Now we're getting somewhere."○22Wearily, 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?"○23"Well now, I'll spell it out." The house 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.○24Ogilvie pointed to the Duke. "Last night, early on, you went to Lindy's Place in Irish Bayou. You drove there in your fancy Jaguar, and you took a lady friend. Leastways, I guess you'd call her that if you're not too fussy."○25As Ogilvie glanced, grinning, at the Duchess, the Duke said sharply, "Get on with it!" ○26"Well" – the smug fat face swung back – "the way I hear it, you won a hundred at the tables, then 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. "○27"How do you know all this?"○28"I'll tell you, Duke – I've 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 what gives, an’ where. There ain't much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I don't get to hear about. Most of ’em never know I know, or know me. They think they got t heir little secret tucked away , and so they have – except like now."○29The Duke said coldly, "I see."○30"One thing I'd like to know. I got a curious nature, ma’ am. How'd you figure where hewas?"○31The Duchess said, "You know so much... I suppose it doesn't matter. My husband has a habi t of making notes while he is telephoning. Afterward he often forgets to destroy them. ”○32The house detective clucked his tongue reprovingly . "A little careless habit like that, Duke – look at the mess it gets you in. Well, here's 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 she'd have drove."○33"My wife doesn't drive."○34Ogilvie nodded understandingly. "Explains that one. Anyway, I reckon you were lickered ( = liquored ) up, but good..."○35The Duchess interrupted. "Then you don't know! You don't know anything for sure! You can't possibly prove..."○36"Lady, I can prove all I need to."○37The Duke cautioned, "Better let him finish, old girl."○38"That's right," Ogilvie said. "Just sit an' listen. Last night I seen you come in – through the basement, so's 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."○39The Duchess breathed, "Go on."○40"Late last night the word was out about the hit-'n-run. On a hunch I went over the garage and took a quiet look-see at your car. You maybe don't know – it's away in a corner, behind a pillar where the jockeys don't see it when they're comin' by."○41The Duke licked his lips. "I suppose that doesn't matter now."○42"You might have something there," Ogilvie conceded. "Anyway, what 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 which musta come off when the kid an’ the woman was hit. They got someheadlight glass, and lookin’ at the kid's clothin', they reckon there'll be a brush trace. "○43"A what?"○44"You rub clothes against something hard, Duchess, specially if it's shiny like a car fender, say, an' it leaves a mark the same way as finger prints. The police lab kin pick it up like they do prints –dust it, an’ it shows."○45"That's interesting," the Duke said, as if speaking of something unconnected with himself. "I didn't know that."○46"Not many do. In this case, though, I reckon it don't make a lot o' difference. On your car you got a busted headlight, and the trim ring's gone. Ain't any doubt they'd match up, even without the brush trace an’ the blood. 0h yeah, I should a told you. There's plenty of blood, though it don't show too much on the black paint."○47"Oh, my God!" A hand to her face, the Duchess turned away.○48Her husband asked, "What do you propose to do?"○49The fat man rubbed his hands together, looking down at his thick, fleshy fingers. "Like I said, I come to hear your side of it."○50The Duke said despairingly, “What can I possibly say? You know what happened.” He made an attempt to square his shoulders which did not succeed. “You'd better call the police and get it over.”○51“Well now, there's no call for being hasty .” The incongruous falsetto voice took on a musing note. “What's done's been done. Rushing any place ain't gonna bring back the kid nor its mother neither. Besides, what they'd do to you across at the headquarters, Duke, you wouldn't like. No sir, you wouldn't like it at all.”○52The other two slowly raised their eyes.○53“I was hoping,” Ogilvie said, “that you folks could suggest something.”○54The Duke said uncertainly, “I don't understand.”○55“I understand,” the Duchess of Croydon said. “You want money, don't you? You camehere to blackmail us.”○56If she expected her words to shock, they did not succeed. The house detective shrugged. “Whatever names you call things, ma'am, don't matter to me. All I come for was to help you people out of trouble. But I got to live too.”○57”You'd accept money to keep silent about what you know?”○58”I reckon I might.”○59”But from what you say,” the Duchess pointed out, her poise for the moment recovered, “it would do no good. The car would be discovered in any case.”○60”I guess you'd have to take that chance. But there's some reasons it might not be. Something I ain't told you yet.”○61“Tell us now, please.”○62Ogilvie said, “I ain't figured this out myself completely. But when you hit that kid you was going away from town, not to it.”○63”We'd made a mistake in the route,” the Duchess said. “Somehow we'd become turned around. It's easily done in New Orleans, with the street winding as they do. Afterward, using side streets, we went back. “○64“I thought it might be that,”Ogilvie nodded understandingly. “But the police ain't figured it that way. They’re looking for somebody who was headed out. That's why, right now, they're workin' on the suburbs and the outside towns. They may get around to searchin' downtown, but it won't be yet. “○65“How long before they do?”○66“Maybe three, four days. They got a lot of other places to look first.”○67“ How could that help us --- the delay‘?”○68“It might,” Ogilvie said. “Providin' nobody twigs the car –an' seein' where it is, you might be lucky there. An' if you can get it away.”○69“You mean out of the state?”○70“I mean out o’ the South.”○71“That wouldn't be easy?”○72“No, ma'am. Every state around – Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, all the rest'll be watching for a car damaged the way yours is.”○73The Duchess considered. “Is there any possibility of having repairs made first? If the work were done discreetly we could pay well. “○74The house detective shook his head emphatically. “You try that, you might as well walk over to headquarters right now an' give up. Every repair shop in Louisiana's been told to holler 'cops' the minute a car needing fixin' like yours comes in. They'd do it, too. You people are hot.”○75The Duchess of Croydon kept firm, tight rein on her racing mind. It was essential, she knew, that her thinking remain calm and reasoned. In the last few minutes the conversation had become as seemingly casual as if the discussion were of some minor domestic matter and not survival itself. She intended to keep it that way. Once more, she was aware, the role of leadership had fallen to her, her husband now a tense but passive spectator of the exchange between the evil tat man and herself. No matter. What was inevitable must be accepted. The important thing was to consider all eventualities. A thought occurred to her.○76“The piece from our car which you say the police have. What is it called?”○77“A trim ring.”○78“Is it traceable?”○79Ogilvie nodded affirmatively. “They can figure what kind o' car it's from --- make, model, an' maybe the year, or close to it. Same thing with the glass. But with your car being foreign, it'll likely take a few days.”○80“But after that,” she persisted, “the police will know they're looking for a Jaguar?”○81“I reckon that 's so. “○82Today was Tuesday. From all that this man said, they had until Friday or Saturday atbest. With calculated coolness the Duchess reasoned: the situation came down to one essential. Assuming the hotel man was bought off, their only chance -- a slim one -- lay in removing the car quickly, If it could be got north, to one of the big cities where the New Orleans tragedy and search would be unknown, repairs could be made quietly, the incriminating evidence removed. Then, even if suspicion settled on the Croydons later, nothing could be proved. But how to get the car away?○83Undoubtedly what this oafish detective said was true: As well as Louisiana, the other states through which the car would have to pass would be alert and watchful. Every highway patrol would be on the lookout for a damaged head-light with a missing trim ring. There would probably be road-blocks. It would be hard not to fall victim to some sharpeyed policeman.○84But it might be done. If the car could be driven at night and concealed by day. There were plenty of places to pull off the highway and be unobserved. It would be hazardous, but no more than waiting here for certain detection. There would be back roads. They could choose an unlikely route to avoid attention.○85But there would be other complications ... and now was the time to consider them. Traveling by secondary roads would be difficult unless knowing the terrain. The Croydons did not. Nor was either of them adept at using maps. And when they stopped for petrol, as they would have to, their speech and manner would betray them, making them conspicuous . And yet ... these were risks which had to be taken.○86Or had they?○87The Duchess faced Ogilvie. “How much do you want?”○88The abruptness took him by surprise. “Well ... I figure you people are pretty well fixed.”○89She said coldly, “I asked how much.”○90The piggy eyes blinked. Ten thousand dollars.”○91Though it was twice what she had expected, her expression did not change. “Assuming we paid this grotesque amount, what would we receive in return?”○92The fat man seemed puzzled. “Like I said, I keep quiet about what I know.”○93“And the alternative ?”○94He shrugged. “I go down the lobby. I pick up a phone. “○95“No,” The statement was unequivocal . “We will not pay, you.”○96As the Duke of Croydon shifted uneasily, the house detective's bulbous countenance reddened, “Now listen, lady…”○97Peremptorily she cut him oft. “I will not listen. Instead, you will listen to me.” Her eyes were riveted on his face, her handsome, high cheek boned features set in their most imperious mold. “We would achieve nothing by paying you, except possibly a few days' respite . You have made that abundantly clear.”○98“That's a chance you gotta...”○99“Silence!”Her voice was a whiplash. Eyes bored into him. Swallowing, sullenly , he complied .100 What came next, the Duchess of Croydon knew, could be the most significant thing she had ever done. There must be no mistake, no vacillation or dallying because of her own smallness of mind. When you were playing for the highest stakes, you made the highest bid. She intended to gamble on the fat man's greed. She must do so in such a way as to place the outcome beyond any doubt.101 She declared decisively, “We will not pay you ten thousand dollars. But we will pay you twenty-five thousand dollars.”102 The house detective's eyes bulged.103 “In return for that,” she continued evenly, “You will drive our car north.”104 Ogilvie continued to stare.105 “Twenty-five thousand dollars,”she repeated. “Ten thousand now. Fifteen thousand more when you meet us in Chicago.”106 Still without speaking, the fat man licked his lips. His beady eyes, as if unbelieving, were focused upon her own. The silence hung.107 Then, as she watched intently, he gave the slightest of nods.108 The silence remained. At length Ogilvie spoke. “This cigar bother in' you, Duchess?”109 As she nodded, he put it out.(from Hotel, 1965)。
高英3版第3课Blackmail 课文全文
BlackmailArthur Hailey○1 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 when the muted buzzer of the outer door eventually sounded.○2 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 lessened by the knowledge that both might return at any moment.○3 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 man’s mouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Would you kindly put that out."○4 The house detective's 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.○5 "Pretty neat set-up you folks got.” Taking his time, Ogilvie removed the 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.○6 The Duchess's lips tightened. She said sharply, imagine you did not come here to discuss décor ".○7 The obese body shook in an appreciative chuckle . "No, ma'am, can't 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, ain't it?"○8 "Aah!" It was not a spoken word, but an emission of breath from the Duke of Croydon. His wife shot him a swift, warning glance.○9"In what conceivable way does our car concern you?”○10 As if the question from the Duchess had been a signal, the house detective's manner changed. He inquired abruptly, "Who else is in this place?"○11 It was the Duke who answered, "No one. We sent them out."○12 "There's things it pays to 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.○13 The Duchess had seated herself in a straight-backed Ogilvie remained standing.○14 "Now then," he said. "You two was in the hit-'n-run ."○15 She met his eyes directly." What are you talking about?"○16 "Don't play games, lady. This is for real." He took out a fresh cigar and bit off the end, "You saw the papers. There's been plenty on radio, too."○17 Two high points of color appeared in the paleness of the Duchess of Croydon's cheeks. "What you are suggesting is the most disgusting, ridiculous..."○18 "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 his adversary 's adversary 's nose. "You listen to me, your high-an'-mightiness. This city's 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, they'll throw the book, and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither. Now I know what I know, and if I do what by rights I should, there'll be a squad of cops in here so fast you'll hardly see 'em. But I come to you first, in fairness, so's you could tell your side of it to me." The piggy eyes blinked, then hardened. " 'f you want it the other way, just say so."○19 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 unspeakable blackguard! How dare you!”○20 Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant. But it was the Duke of Croydon who interjected, "It's no go, old girl. I'm 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 little girl."○21 "That's more like it," Ogilvie said. He lit the fresh cigar. "Now we're getting somewhere."○22 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?"○23 "Well now, I'll spell it out." The house detective took his time, leisurely putting a cloud of blue cigar smoke, his eyes sardonically onthe Duchess as if challenging her objection. But beyond wrinkling her nose in distaste, she made no comment.○24 Ogilvie pointed to the Duke. "Last night, early on, you went to Lindy's Place in Irish Bayou. You drove there in your fancy Jaguar, and you took a lady friend. Leastways, I guess you'd call her that if you're not too fussy."○25 As Ogilvie glanced, grinning, at the Duchess, the Duke said sharply, "Get on with it!"○26 "Well" –the smug fat face swung back –"the way I hear it, you won a hundred at the tables, then 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. "○27 "How do you know all this?"○28 "I'll tell you, Duke – I've 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 what gives, an’ where. There ain't much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I don't get to hear about. Most of ’em neve r know I know, or know me. They think they got their little secret tucked away , and so they have – except like now."○29 The Duke said coldly, "I see."○30"One thing I'd like to know. I got a curious nature, ma’ am. How'd you figure where he was?"○31 The Duchess said, "You know so much... I suppose it doesn't matter. My husband has a habit of making notes while he is telephoning. Afterward he often forgets to destroy them. ”○32 The house detective clucked his tongue reprovingly . "A littlecareless habit like that, Duke – look at the mess it gets you in. Well, here's 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 she'd have drove."○33 "My wife doesn't drive."○34 Ogilvie nodded understandingly. "Explains that one. Anyway, I reckon you were lickered ( = liquored ) up, but good..."○35 The Duchess interrupted. "Then you don't know! You don't know anything for sure! You can't possibly prove..."○36 "Lady, I can prove all I need to."○37 The Duke cautioned, "Better let him finish, old girl."○38 "That's right," Ogilvie said. "Just sit an' listen. Last night I seen you come in – through the basement, so's 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."○39 The Duchess breathed, "Go on."○40 "Late last night the word was out about the hit-'n-run. On a hunch I went over the garage and took a quiet look-see at your car. You maybe don't know – it's away in a corner, behind a pillar where the jockeys don't see it when they're comin' by."○41 The Duke licked his lips. "I suppose that doesn't matter now."○42 "You might have something there," Ogilvie conceded. "Anyway, what 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 ringwhic h musta come off when the kid an’ the woman was hit. They got some headlight glass, and lookin’ at the kid's clothin', they reckon there'll be a brush trace. "○43 "A what?"○44 "You rub clothes against something hard, Duchess, specially if it's shiny like a car fender, say, an' it leaves a mark the same way as finger prints. The police lab kin pick it up like they do prints –dust it, an’ it shows."○45 "That's interesting," the Duke said, as if speaking of something unconnected with himself. "I didn't know that."○46 "Not many do. In this case, though, I reckon it don't make a lot o' difference. On your car you got a busted headlight, and the trim ring's gone. Ain't any doubt they'd match up, even without the brush trace an’ the blood. 0h yeah, I should a told you. There's plenty of blood, though it don't show too much on the black paint."○47 "Oh, my God!" A hand to her face, the Duchess turned away.○48 Her husband asked, "What do you propose to do?"○49 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."○50 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. “You'd better call the police and get it over.”○51“Well now, there's no call for being hasty .” The incongruous falsetto voice took on a musing note. “What's done's been done. Rushing any place ain't gonna bring back the kid nor its mother neither. Besides, what they'd do to you across at the headquarters, Duke, you wouldn't like.No sir, you wouldn't like it at all.”○52 The other two slowly raised their eyes.○53“I was hoping,”Ogilvie said, “that you folks could suggest something.”○54 The Duke said uncertainly, “I don't understand.”○55“I understand,”the Duchess of Croydon said. “You want money, don't you? You came here to blackmail us.”○56 If she expected her words to shock, they did not succeed. The house detective shrugged. “Whatever names you call things, ma'am, don't matter to me. All I come for was to help you people out of trouble. But I got to live too.”○57”You'd accept money to keep silent about what you know?”○58”I reckon I might.”○59”But from what you say,”the Duchess pointed out, her poise for the moment recovered, “it would do no good. The car would be discovered in any case.”○60”I guess you'd have to take that chance. But there's some reasons it might not be. Something I ain't told you yet.”○61“Tell us now, please.”○62 Ogilvie said, “I ain't figured this out myself completely. But when you hit that kid you was going away from town, not to it.”○63”We'd made a mistake in the route,”the Duchess said. “Somehow we'd become turned around. It's easily done in New Orleans, with the street winding as they do. Afterward, using side streets, we went back. “○64“I thought it might be that,”Ogilvie nodded understandingly. “Butthe police ain't figured it that way. They’re looking for someb ody who was headed out. That's why, right now, they're workin' on the suburbs and the outside towns. They may get around to searchin' downtown, but it won't be yet. “○65“How long before they do?”○66“Maybe three, four days. They got a lot of other places to look first.”○67“ How could that help us --- the delay‘?”○68“It might,” Ogilvie said. “Providin' nobody twigs the car – an' seein' where it is, you might be lucky there. An' if you can get it away.”○69“You mean out of the state?”○70“I mean out o’ the South.”○71“That wouldn't be easy?”○72“No, ma'am. Every state around – Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, all the rest'll be watching for a car damaged the way yours is.”○73 The Duchess considered. “Is there any possibility of having repairs made first? If the work were done discreetly we could pay well. “○74 The house detective shook his head emphatically. “You try that, you might as well walk over to headquarters right now an' give up. Every repair shop in Louisiana's been told to holler 'cops' the minute a car needing fixin' like yours comes in. They'd do it, too. You people are hot.”○75 The Duchess of Croydon kept firm, tight rein on her racing mind. It was essential, she knew, that her thinking remain calm and reasoned. In the last few minutes the conversation had become as seemingly casual as if the discussion were of some minor domestic matter and not survival itself. She intended to keep it that way. Once more, she was aware, therole of leadership had fallen to her, her husband now a tense but passive spectator of the exchange between the evil tat man and herself. No matter. What was inevitable must be accepted. The important thing was to consider all eventualities. A thought occurred to her.○76“The piece from our car which you say the police have. What is it called?”○77“A trim ring.”○78“Is it traceable?”○79 Ogilvie nodded affirmatively. “They can figure what kind o' car it's from --- make, model, an' maybe the year, or close to it. Same thing with the glass. But with your car being foreign, it'll likely take a few days.”○80“But after that,” she persisted, “the police will know they're looking for a Jaguar?”○81“I reckon that 's so. “○82 Today was Tuesday. From all that this man said, they had until Friday or Saturday at best. With calculated coolness the Duchess reasoned: the situation came down to one essential. Assuming the hotel man was bought off, their only chance -- a slim one -- lay in removing the car quickly, If it could be got north, to one of the big cities where the New Orleans tragedy and search would be unknown, repairs could be made quietly, the incriminating evidence removed. Then, even if suspicion settled on the Croydons later, nothing could be proved. But how to get the car away?○83 Undoubtedly what this oafish detective said was true: As well as Louisiana, the other states through which the car would have to pass would be alert and watchful. Every highway patrol would be on the lookout for a damaged head-light with a missing trim ring. There would probably be road-blocks. It would be hard not to fall victim to some sharpeyedpoliceman.○84 But it might be done. If the car could be driven at night and concealed by day. There were plenty of places to pull off the highway and be unobserved. It would be hazardous, but no more than waiting here for certain detection. There would be back roads. They could choose an unlikely route to avoid attention.○85 But there would be other complications ... and now was the time to consider them. Traveling by secondary roads would be difficult unless knowing the terrain. The Croydons did not. Nor was either of them adept at using maps. And when they stopped for petrol, as they would have to, their speech and manner would betray them, making them conspicuous . And yet ... these were risks which had to be taken.○86 Or had they?○87 The Duchess faced Ogilvie. “How much do you want?”○88 The abruptness took him by surprise. “Well ... I figure you people are pretty well fixed.”○89 She said coldly, “I asked how much.”○90 The piggy eyes blinked. Ten thousand dollars.”○91 Though it was twice what she had expected, her expression did not change. “Assuming we paid this grotesque amount, what would we receive in return?”○92 The fat man seemed puzzled. “Like I said, I keep quiet about what I know.”○93“And the alternative ?”○94 He shrugged. “I go down the lobby. I pick up a phone. “○95“No,” The statement was unequivocal . “We will not pay, you.”○96 As the Duke of Croydon shifted uneasily, the house detective's bulbous countenance reddened, “Now listen, lady…”○97 Peremptorily she cut him oft. “I will not listen. Instead, you will listen to me.”Her eyes were riveted on his face, her handsome, high cheek boned features set in their most imperious mold. “We would achieve nothing by paying you, except possibly a few days' respite . You have made that abundantly clear.”○98“That's a chance you gotta...”○99“Silence!”Her voice was a whiplash. Eyes bored into him. Swallowing, sullenly , he complied .100 What came next, the Duchess of Croydon knew, could be the most significant thing she had ever done. There must be no mistake, no vacillation or dallying because of her own smallness of mind. When you were playing for the highest stakes, you made the highest bid. She intended to gamble on the fat man's greed. She must do so in such a way as to place the outcome beyond any doubt.101 She declared decisively, “We will not pay you ten thousand dollars. But we will pay you twenty-five thousand dollars.”102 The house detective's eyes bulged.103 “In return for that,” she continued evenly, “You will drive our car north.”104 Ogilvie continued to stare.105 “Twenty-five thousand dollars,” she repeated. “Ten thousand now. Fifteen thousand more when you meet us in Chicago.”106 Still without speaking, the fat man licked his lips. His beady eyes, as if unbelieving, were focused upon her own. The silence hung.107 Then, as she watched intently, he gave the slightest of nods.108 The silence remained. At length Ogilvie spoke. “This cigar bother in' you, Duchess?”109 As she nodded, he put it out.(from Hotel, 1965)。
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BlackmailArthur Hailey○1The 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 when the muted buzzer of the outer door eventually sounded.○2The 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 lessened by the knowledge that both might return at any moment.○3 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 man’s mouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Would you kindly put that out."○4The house detective's 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.○5"Pretty neat set-up you folks got.” Taking his time, Ogilvie removed the 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. ○6The Duchess's lips tightened. She said sharply, imagine you did not come here to discuss décor ".○7The obese body shook in an appreciative chuckle . "No, ma'am, can't 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, ain't it?"○8"Aah!" It was not a spoken word, but an emission of breath from the Duke of Croydon. His wife shot him a swift, warning glance.○9"In what conceivable way does our car concern you?”○10As if the question from the Duchess had been a signal, the house detective's manner changed. He inquired abruptly, "Who else is in this place?"○11It was the Duke who answered, "No one. We sent them out."○12"There's things it pays to 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.○13The Duchess had seated herself in a straight-backed Ogilvie remained standing. ○14"Now then," he said. "You two was in the hit-'n-run ."○15She met his eyes directly." What are you talking about?"○16"Don't play games, lady. This is for real." He took out a fresh cigar and bit off the end, "You saw the papers. There's been plenty on radio, too."○17Two high points of color appeared in the paleness of the Duchess of Croydon's cheeks. "What you are suggesting is the most disgusting, ridiculous..."○18"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 his adversary 's adversary 's nose. "You listen to me, your high-an'-mightiness. This city's 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, they'll throw the book, and never mind who it hits, or whether they got fancy titles neither. Now I know what I know, and if I do what by rights I should, there'll be a squad of cops in here so fast you'll hardly see 'em. But I come to you first, in fairness, so's you could tell your side of it to me." The piggy eyes blinked, then hardened. " 'f you want it the other way, justsay so."○19The 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 unspeakable blackguard! How dare you!”○20Even the self-assurance of Ogilvie flickered for an instant. But it was the Duke of Croydon who interjected, "It's no go, old girl. I'm 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 little girl."○21"That's more like it," Ogilvie said. He lit the fresh cigar. "Now we're getting somewhere."○22Wearily, 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?"○23"Well now, I'll spell it out." The house 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.○24Ogilvie pointed to the Duke. "Last night, early on, you went to Lindy's Place in Irish Bayou. You drove there in your fancy Jaguar, and you took a lady friend. Leastways, I guess you'd call her that if you're not too fussy."○25As Ogilvie glanced, grinning, at the Duchess, the Duke said sharply, "Get on with it!"○26"Well" – the smug fat face swung back – "the way I hear it, you won a hundred at the tables, then 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. "○27"How do you know all this?"○28"I'll tell you, Duke –I've 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 what gives, an’ where. There ain't much, out of the way, which people who stay in this hotel do, I don't 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."○29The Duke said coldly, "I see."○30"One thing I'd like to know. I got a curious nature, ma’ am. How'd you figure where he was?"○31The Duchess said, "You know so much... I suppose it doesn't matter. My husband has a habit of making notes while he is telephoning. Afterward he often forgets to destroy them. ”○32The house detective clucked his tongue reprovingly . "A little careless habit like that, Duke – look at the mess it gets you in. Well, here's 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 she'd have drove."○33"My wife doesn't drive."○34Ogilvie nodded understandingly. "Explains that one. Anyway, I reckon you were lickered ( = liquored ) up, but good..."○35The Duchess interrupted. "Then you don't know! You don't know anything for sure! You can't possibly prove..."○36"Lady, I can prove all I need to."○37The Duke cautioned, "Better let him finish, old girl."○38"That's right," Ogilvie said. "Just sit an' listen. Last night I seen you come in –through the basement, so's 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."○39The Duchess breathed, "Go on."○40"Late last night the word was out about the hit-'n-run. On a hunch I went over the garage and took a quiet look-see at your car. You maybe don't know – it's away in a corner, behind a pillar where the jockeys don't see it when they're comin' by."○41The Duke licked his lips. "I suppose that doesn't matter now."○42"You might have something there," Ogilvie conceded. "Anyway, what 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 which musta come off when the kid an’ the woman was hit. They got some headlight glass, and lookin’ at the kid's clothin', they reckon there'll be a brush trace. "○43"A what?"○44"You rub clothes against something hard, Duchess, specially if it's shiny like a car fender, say, an' it leaves a mark the same way as finger prints. The police lab kin pick it up like they do prints –dust it, an’ it shows."○45"That's interesting," the Duke said, as if speaking of something unconnected with himself. "I didn't know that."○46"Not many do. In this case, though, I reckon it don't make a lot o' difference. On your car you got a busted headlight, and the trim ring's gone. Ain't any doubt they'd match up, even without the brush trace an’ the blood. 0h yeah, I should a told you. There's plenty of blood, though it don't show too much on the black paint."○47"Oh, my God!" A hand to her face, the Duchess turned away.○48Her husband asked, "What do you propose to do?"○49The fat man rubbed his hands together, looking down at his thick, fleshy fingers. "Like I said, I come to hear your side of it."○50The Duke said despairingly, “What can I possibly say? You know what happened.” He made an attempt to square his shoulders which did not succeed. “You'd better call the police and get it over.”○51“Well now, there's no call for being hasty .” The incongruous falsetto voice took on a musing note. “What's done's been done. Rushing any place ain't gonna bring back the kid nor its mother neither. Besides, what they'd do to you across at the headquarters, Duke, you wouldn't like. No sir, you wouldn't like it at all.”○52The other two slowly raised their eyes.○53“I was hoping,” Ogilvie said, “that you folks could suggest something.”○54The Duke said uncertainly, “I don't understand.”○55“I understand,” the Duchess of Croydon said. “You want money, don't you? You came here to blackmail us.”○56If she expected her words to shock, they did not succeed. The house detective shrugged. “Whatever names you call things, ma'am, don't matter to me. All I come for was to help you people out of trouble. But I got to live too.”○57”You'd accept money to keep silent about what you know?”○58”I reckon I might.”○59”But from what you say,”the Duchess pointed out, her poise for the moment recovered, “it would do no good. The car would be discovered in any case.”○60”I guess you'd have to take that chance. But there's some reasons it might not be. Something I ain't told you yet.”○61“Tell us now, please.”○62Ogilvie said, “I ain't figured this out myself completely. But when you hit that kid you was going away from town, not to it.”○63”We'd made a mistake in the route,” the Duchess said. “Somehow we'd becometurned around. It's easily done in New Orleans, with the street winding as they do. Afterward, using side streets, we went back. “○64“I thought it might be that,”Ogilvie nodded understandingly. “But the police ain't figured it that way. They’re looking for somebody who was headed out. That's why, right now, they're workin' on the suburbs and the outside towns. They may get around to searchin' downtown, but it won't be yet. “○65“How long before they do?”○66“Maybe three, four days. They got a lot of other places to look first.”○67“ How could that help us --- the delay‘?”○68“It might,” Ogilvie said. “Providin' nobody twigs the car – an' seein' where it is, you might be lucky there. An' if you can get it away.”○69“You mean out of the state?”○70“I mean out o’ the South.”○71“That wouldn't be easy?”○72“No, ma'am. Every state around – Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, all the rest'll be watching for a car damaged the way yours is.”○73The Duchess considered. “Is there any possibility of having repairs made first? If the work were done discreetly we could pay well. “○74The house detective shook his head emphatically. “You try that, you might as well walk over to headquarters right now an' give up. Every repair shop in Louisiana's been told to holler 'cops' the minute a car needing fixin' like yours comes in. They'd do it, too. You people are hot.”○75The Duchess of Croydon kept firm, tight rein on her racing mind. It was essential, she knew, that her thinking remain calm and reasoned. In the last few minutes the conversation had become as seemingly casual as if the discussion were of some minor domestic matter and not survival itself. She intended to keep it that way. Once more,she was aware, the role of leadership had fallen to her, her husband now a tense but passive spectator of the exchange between the evil tat man and herself. No matter. What was inevitable must be accepted. The important thing was to consider all eventualities. A thought occurred to her.○76“The piece from our car which you say the police have. What is it called?”○77“A trim ring.”○78“Is it traceable?”○79Ogilvie nodded affirmatively. “They can figure what kind o' car it's from --- make, model, an' maybe the year, or close to it. Same thing with the glass. But with your car being foreign, it'll likely take a few days.”○80“But after that,”she persisted, “the police will know they're looking for a Jaguar?”○81“I reckon that 's so. “○82Today was Tuesday. From all that this man said, they had until Friday or Saturday at best. With calculated coolness the Duchess reasoned: the situation came down to one essential. Assuming the hotel man was bought off, their only chance -- a slim one -- lay in removing the car quickly, If it could be got north, to one of the big cities where the New Orleans tragedy and search would be unknown, repairs could be made quietly, the incriminating evidence removed. Then, even if suspicion settled on the Croydons later, nothing could be proved. But how to get the car away?○83Undoubtedly what this oafish detective said was true: As well as Louisiana, the other states through which the car would have to pass would be alert and watchful. Every highway patrol would be on the lookout for a damaged head-light with a missing trim ring. There would probably be road-blocks. It would be hard not to fall victim to some sharpeyed policeman.○84But it might be done. If the car could be driven at night and concealed by day. There were plenty of places to pull off the highway and be unobserved. It would behazardous, but no more than waiting here for certain detection. There would be back roads. They could choose an unlikely route to avoid attention.○85But there would be other complications ... and now was the time to consider them. Traveling by secondary roads would be difficult unless knowing the terrain. The Croydons did not. Nor was either of them adept at using maps. And when they stopped for petrol, as they would have to, their speech and manner would betray them, making them conspicuous . And yet ... these were risks which had to be taken.○86Or had they?○87The Duchess faced Ogilvie. “How much do you want?”○88The abruptness took him by surprise. “Well ... I figure you people are pretty well fixed.”○89She said coldly, “I asked how much.”○90The piggy eyes blinked. Ten thousand dollars.”○91Though it was twice what she had expected, her expression did not change. “Assuming we paid this grotesque amount, what would we receive in return?”○92The fat man seemed puzzled. “Like I said, I keep quiet about what I know.”○93“And the alternative ?”○94He shrugged. “I go down the lobby. I pick up a phone. “○95“No,” The statement was unequivocal . “We will not pay, you.”○96As the Duke of Croydon shifted uneasily, the house detective's bulbous countenance reddened, “Now listen, lady…”○97Peremptorily she cut him oft. “I will not listen. Instead, you will listen to me.”Her eyes were riveted on his face, her handsome, high cheek boned features set in their most imperious mold. “We would achieve nothing by paying you, except possibly a few days' respite . You have made that abundantly clear.”○98“That's a chance you gotta...”○99“Silence!” Her voice was a whiplash. Eyes bored into him. Swallowing, sullenly , he complied .100 What came next, the Duchess of Croydon knew, could be the most significant thing she had ever done. There must be no mistake, no vacillation or dallying because of her own smallness of mind. When you were playing for the highest stakes, you made the highest bid. She intended to gamble on the fat man's greed. She must do so in such a way as to place the outcome beyond any doubt.101 She declared decisively, “We will not pay you ten thousand dollars. But we will pay you twenty-five thousand dollars.”102 The house detective's eyes bulged.103 “In return for that,” she continued evenly, “You will drive our car north.”104 Ogilvie continued to stare.105 “Twenty-five thousand dollars,”she repeated. “Ten thousand now. Fifteen thousand more when you meet us in Chicago.”106 Still without speaking, the fat man licked his lips. His beady eyes, as if unbelieving, were focused upon her own. The silence hung.107 Then, as she watched intently, he gave the slightest of nods.108 The silence remained. At length Ogilvie spoke. “This cigar bother in' you, Duchess?”109 As she nodded, he put it out.(from Hotel, 1965)。
Blackmail课文翻译
(高级英语课文翻译)Book 1 Lesson 3 Blackmail敲诈--阿瑟•黑利负责饭店保安工作的欧吉维探长打了那个神秘的电话，本来说好一个小时后光临克罗伊敦夫妇所住的套房的，可实际上却过了两个小时才到。
结果，当外间门上的电铃终于发出沉闷的嗡嗡声时，公爵夫妇的神经都紧张到了极点。
公爵夫人亲自去开门。
此前她早已借故把女仆支开，并且狠心地给那位脸儿圆圆的、见到狗就怕得要死的男秘书派了一个要命的差事，让他牵着贝德林顿狼犬出去散步。
想到这两个人随时都会回来，她自己的紧张情绪怎么也松弛不下来。
随着欧吉维进屋的是一团雪茄烟雾。
当他随着她走进起居室时，公爵夫人目光直射着这个大肥佬嘴里叼着的那烧了半截的雪茄。
“我丈夫和我都讨厌浓烈的烟味，您行行好把它灭了吧!”探长那双夹在面部隆起的肉堆中的猪眼睛轻蔑地将她上下打量了一番。
接着，他便移动目光，对这个宽敞豪华、设备齐全的房间扫视了一周，看到了那位正背朝窗户、神色茫然地望着他们的公爵夫人。
“你们这套房间布置得倒挺讲究的呢。
”欧吉维慢条斯理地从口中拿下雪茄，敲掉烟灰，然后将烟蒂扔向靠右边的一个装饰性壁炉，但他失了准头，烟蒂掉到地毯上，他也不去管它。
公爵夫人的嘴唇绷得紧紧的。
她没好气地说道，“我想你该不是为谈论房间布置到这儿来的吧。
”他乐得咯咯直笑，肥胖的身子也跟着抖动起来。
“不是的，夫人，怎么会呢!不过，我确实喜爱高雅的东西。
”他压低了他那极端刺耳的尖嗓音接着说，“比如像你们那辆小轿车，就是停在饭店的那辆，美洲虎牌，是的吧?”“噢!”这声音不像是从口中说出来的，倒像是从克罗伊敦公爵鼻子中呼出来的。
他的夫人马上瞪了他一眼，以示警告。
“我们的车子与你有什么相干呢?”公爵夫人的这句问话似乎是个信号，一听到这个信号，探长的态度马上就变了。
他猝然问道，“这儿还有别的人么?”公爵回答道，“没有。
我们早把他们都打发出去了。
”“还是检查一下的好。
”这个大胖子以敏捷得出奇的动作对整个套房前前后后地巡查了一遍，凡是有门的地方就打开往里看看。
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• The story of Hotel:
• The setting: the St. Gregory Hotel, the largest in New Orleans, Louisiana. From Monday to Friday. The Hotel is experiencing a crisis of being forced to be sold to a chain hotel owner.
高级英语（第三版）第一册第三课 Blackmail
Teaching Aims
a) To enable students to appreciate the story. b) To help students analyze the plot, theme and
characterization c) To help students enlarge vocabulary, esp.,
• The events: in the crisis, there are four knotty problems that face the Hotel managers: dealing with an attempted rape in a room; catching a thief operating in the hotel; several hundreds of dentists threatening to leave the hotel in protest against the hotel’ objection to serving a black dentist, and finally the case of the Duke of Croydon.
Synopsis (概要)/ Plot
• The Duke and the Duchess of Croydon occupy a luxury suite in St. Gregory Hotel in New Orleans. On Monday evening, while driving back with his wife, the Duchess, from a gambling house, the Duke knocks down a woman and her child. Both of them are killed. They drive away. The hit-and-run becomes sensational news in the city. Ogilvie, the chief house detective of the hotel, the blackmailer in the story, notices the battered car when it drives back into the garage of the hotel. Instead of reporting this to the police, he goes to see the Duke and the Duchess. He blackmails them for a large sum of money as the price of his keeping silent. The Duchess does not admit the crime until the detective produces a lot of evidences. Considering that only by removing the battered car can they be completely out of trouble, the Duchess offers to pay Ogilvie twice more than he has asked for and in return, he should drive the battered car to Chicago in the north. Ogilvie, under the lure of the large sum of money, takes the offer.
• The end: The novel ends with a pleasant surprise. A sick, old, eccentric man staying in the hotel turns out to be an extremely wealthy man from Montreal, Canada. Earlier, he fell seriously ill and was saved by Peter and his girlfriend. To show his gratitude and to repay their kindness, he buys the hotel from its former owner and makes Peter the new executive vice-president, with complete authority to run the hotel as he thinks fit.
Pre-reading questions 1) What happens in the story? 2) When is the climax of the story? 3) What is the theme of the story? 4) Who are the main characters?
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Major works :
Flight into Danger (with John Castle (1958) ) The Final Diagnosis (1959) In High Places (1960) Hotel (1965) Airport (1968) Wheels (1971) The Moneychangers (1975) Strong Medicine (1975) The Evening News (1990) Detective (1997)
colloquial English, slang and ungrammatical English.
Arthur Hailey (1920-2004)
----- Байду номын сангаасorn in England; ---- began his writing career while an
RAF（British Royal Air Force ） pilot during the Second World War; ----- became a Canadian citizen as well as British; -----Hailey's novels have been published in thirty-nine languages. -----An estimated 160 million copies are in print worldwide. ---- Most of his books have been made into films or TV series.