高级英语第三课blackmail
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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, the role of leadership had fallen to her, her husband now a tense but passivespectator 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 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 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 botherin' 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)Ｂook1Lesｓｏn 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,本来讲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、ﻫ公爵夫人亲自去开门、此前她早已借故把女仆支开,同时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,让她牵着贝德林顿狼犬出去散步、想到这两个人随时都会回来,她自己的紧张情绪如何也松弛不下来。
ﻫ随着欧吉维进屋的是一团雪茄烟雾。
当她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。
“我丈夫与我都讨厌浓烈的烟味,您行行好把它灭了吧！”ﻫ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,她便移动目光,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、神色茫然地望着她们的公爵夫人、ﻫ“您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,但她失了准头,烟蒂掉到地毯上,她也不去管它。
公爵夫人的嘴唇绷得紧紧的、她没好气地讲道,“我想您该不是为谈论房间布置到这儿来的吧、”ﻫ她乐得咯咯直笑,肥胖的身子也跟着抖动起来、“不是的,夫人,如何会呢！只是,我确实喜爱高雅的东西、＂她压低了她那极端刺耳的尖嗓音接着讲,“比如像您们那辆小轿车,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讲出来的,倒像是从克罗伊敦公爵鼻子中呼出来的。
她的夫人马上瞪了她一眼,以示警告。
“我们的车子与您有什么相干呢?" ﻫ公爵夫人的这句问话好像是个信号,一听到这个信号,探长的态度马上就变了。
她猝然问道,“这儿还有不的人么？" ﻫ公爵回答道,“没有。
我们早把她们都打发出去了。
”ﻫ“依然检查一下的好。
高级英语第三课 Blackmail 课件
Background information
– Peter McDermott, the assistant general manager, has to tackle several other knotty problems: handling an attempted rape which has occurred in one of the hotel’s rooms; catching a professional thief operating in the hotel; pacifying a whole convention of several hundred dentists to putting up a member of the convention--a black doctor. Then there is the Duke of Croydon.
Background information
About the novel Hotel
– The St. Gregory Hotel is the largest in New Orleans, Louisiana. For 4 days from Monday evening to Friday, the hotel goes through a succession of dramatic events. With the hotel’s mortgage due by the weekend and with no chance of getting further renewal, the owner, Warren Trent, reluctantly makes up his mind to sell his hotel to a chain hotel owner, Curtis O’Keefe.
高英-Blackmail原文+翻译+修辞
Blackmail 敲诈Arthur Hailey--阿瑟•黑利○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.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。
○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.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。
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.
高级英语Dictation--Lesson 3 Blackmail
Dictation--Lesson3Blackmail1.神经紧绷，紧张到了极点。
The nerves were excessively frayed.2.早已借故将女佣支开。
Earlier she had dispatched her maid on an inventederrand.3.慢条斯理地从口中拿下呛人的雪茄，敲掉烟灰，…失了准头。
Taking his time,Ogilvie removed the offending cigar,knocked off the ash and flipped the butt toward….He missed.4.乐得咯咯直笑in an appreciative chuckle5.压低了他那极端刺耳的尖嗓音He lowered the level of his incongruous falsettovoice.6.马上瞪了他一眼，以示警告。
His wife shot him a swift,warning glance.7.“我们的事与你有何相干?”"In what conceivable way does our businessconcern you?”8.“还是检查一下的好。
”"There's things it pays to check."9.肇事逃逸。
committed a hit-and-run10.“你在胡扯些什么呀?”"What are you talking about?"11.“别演了，夫人。
这可不是闹着玩儿的。
”"Don't play games,lady.This is forreal."12.面泛桃红Two high points of color appeared in the paleness of the cheeks.13.凶相毕露，先前装出的那副温和劲儿荡然无存。
高英3版第3课Blackmail课文全文
BlackmailArthur Hailey⑦1 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.⑦2 The Duchess went to the door herself. Earlier she had dispatched her maid on an inven ted erra nd 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.③A 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 mouth. “My husband and I find strong smoke offensive. Wouldyou kindly put that out." ® 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.⑦5 "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 d co f".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.The Duchess had seated herself in a straight-backed Ogilvie remained standing.©1 4 "Now then," he said. "You two was in the hit-'n-run ."©1 5 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, justsay so."(19 The Duchess of Croydo n -three cen turies and a half of in bred arroga nee behi nd 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 haveYou unspeakable blackguard! How dare you!withered anyone who knew her well.920 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." FacingOgilvie, 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." 922 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,门I 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.(24 Ogilvie poin ted to the Duke. "Last ni ght, early on, you went to Lin dy's PI ace inIrish 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 glaneed, 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 swin gi ng party -whe n your wife here got there in a taxi."(27 "How do you know all this?"(38© "I'll tell you, Duke - I've been in this town and this hotel a long time. I got friends all over. I obligethem; 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' em never know I know, or know me. They think they got their little secret tucked away , and so they hav —exce pt like no w."(29 The Duke said coldly, "I see."©30 "One thing I'd like to know. I got a curious nature, ma'Hoawm'd. you figure where hewas?"(31 The Duchess said, "You know so much... I supp ose it does n't matter. My husba nd 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 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 does n'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 forsure! You can't possibly prove..." "Lady, I can prove all I need to."The Duke cautioned, "Better let him finish, old girl.""That's right," Ogilvie said. "Just sit an' listen. Last night I seen you come in through thebasement, 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."do, I don't get to hear about. Most of (36(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 thegarage 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."(41 The Duke licked his lips. "I supp ose that does n't matter now."(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 tipwas glowing he inspected it, then continued. "Over there they got three things to goon. They got a headlight trim ring which musta come off when the kid an thewom was hit. They got some headlight glass, and lookin ' at the kid's clothin', they reckonthere'll be a brush trace. "(43 "A what?"(44 "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 kinpick it up like they do prints -dust it, an it shows."(45 "That's interesting," the Duke said, as if speaking of something unconnected withhimself. "I didn't know that."(46 "Not many do. In this case, though, I reck on it don't make a lot o' differe nee.Onyour car you got a busted headlight, and the trim ring's gone. Ain't any doubt they'dmatch up, even without the brush trace an thebloodI.s0hhouyledaah,toldyou.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.Her 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."”But from what you say,”the Duchess pointed out, her poise for the momentrecovered,“it would do no good. The car would be discovered in any case ”. (60 ”lguess you'd have to take that chanee. But there's some reasons it might not be.Something I ain't told you yet.”“Tell us now, please ”.(62 Ogilvie said, “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(50 The Duke said despairingly, What can I possibly say? You know whathappened ”. He made an attempt to square his shoulders which did not succee “dY. ou'd better call the police and get it over ”. “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 ” Ireckon Imight. ”(59turned 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 policeain't figured it that way. They 'froer lso o mkienbgody who was 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”.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 itaway.”(69 You mean out of thestate”?(70 I mean out o ' the South. ”That wouldn't beeasy?”No, ma'am. Every state around-Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, all the rest'll be watching for a car damaged the way yoursis”.©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 aswell 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'ddo it, too. You people are hot”.(75 The Duchess of Croydo n kept firm, tight rein on her raci ng mi nd. It was esse ntial,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.The piece from our car which you say the police have. What is it called ”? A trim ring. ”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, f he police will know they're looking for aJaguar?”881 “I reckon that 's so.“(82 Today was Tuesday. From all that this man said, they had until Friday orSaturday 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, theother 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 be(78 Is it traceable?”(79hazardous, 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.The Duchess faced Ogilvie.“How much do you want?”The abruptness took him by surprise.“Well ... I figure you people are pretty well fixed.”@89 She said coldly,“Iasked how much.”@0 The piggy eyes blinked. Ten thousand 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 ”?The fat man seemed puzzled “. Like I said, I keep quiet about what I know.” And the alternative ?”He shrugged.“I go down the lobby. I pick up a phone.“No, ” The statement was unequivocal “.We will not pay, you.”As the Duke of Croydon shifted uneasily, the house detective's bulbouscountenance redde ned,Now liste n, lady …” (97 Peremptorily she cut him oft. “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 cle ”ar.(98 That's a cha nee you gotta.”(99 Silenee!” Her voice was a whiplash. Eyes bored into him. Swallowing, sulleniy , hecomp lied .100 What came next, the Duchessof Croydon knew, could be the most significant thing she had ever done. There must be no mistake, no vacillati on or dally ing because of(86 Or had they?(94 (96her own small ness of mi nd. When you were p layi 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 p lace the outcome bey ond any doubt.101 She declared decisively, We will not pay you ten thousand 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 evenIy, 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 nods.108 The sile nee rema in ed. At len gth Ogilvie sp oke. This cigar bother in' you, Duchess?109 As she nodded, he p ut 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)。
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How did he write the Hotel
• He would spend about one year researching a subject, followed by six months reviewing his notes and, finally, about 18 months writing the book. That aggressive research — tracking rebel guerrillas in the Peruvian(秘鲁 人) jungle at age 67 for The Evening News (1990), or reading 27 books on the hotel industry for Hotel – gave his novels a realism that appealed to readers, even as some critics complained that he used it to disguise a lack of literary talent.
into the O'Keefe chain of hotels. The St. Gregory is
supposedly based on the Roosevelt Hotel.
Character analysis:
Ogilvie
• 1. Appearance: fat, piggy eyes, gross jowled face, obese body, incongruous falsetto voice, moving with surprising speed • 2. Character: at first rude, sardonic, self-assured, shameless greedy, but finally subservient
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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)。
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2) self-assurance suggests an even stronger
belief in one’s own abilities. It shows a little conceit and arrogance 指过于相信自己的能力， 带贬义，可指自负。
self-confidence means reliance on one’s own abilities 意为依靠自己的力量；
4) wearily suggests such depletion of energy, interest or enthusiasm as to make one unable or unwilling to continue 指厌倦，不能 或不愿继续下去。
tiredly is used when one has drained off his strength and energy 指疲劳或疲倦；
3)accuse can be used in formal or informal, official or personal contexts 可用于正式场合， 也可用于非正式场合，可用于官方，也可用于私 人;
charge means to accuse sb. formally of a crime 指正式控告，到法院控告某人。
A person may be nervous by the disposition and not because of any particular anxiety. tense和nervous都表示害怕、担心； tense还可指焦虑不安,神经上紧张。在这里，用 tense暗示公爵不是一个生性紧张的人，而是当 时焦虑不安和害怕。
5)leisurely means in an unhurried manner. 意为 不紧不慢地或从容不迫地。
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The house detective'spiggy eyessurveyed hersardonicallyfrom hisgrossjowledface. His gaze moved on to sweep the spacious, well-appointed room,encompassing围绕，包围the Duke who faced them uncertainly, his back to a window.
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。
"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.
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?”
"Aah!" It was not a spoken word, but an emission of breath from the Duke of Croydon. His wifeshothim a swift, warning glance.
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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。
Blackmail课文翻译
B l a c k m a i l课文翻译-CAL-FENGHAI.-(YICAI)-Company One1(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。
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Hailey bestsellers include:
• • • • • • • Hotel《大饭店》 Airport《航空港》 Motor city《汽车城》 The Final Diagnosis《最后诊断》 The Money Changers《钱商》 Strong Medicine《烈药》 Evening news《晚报》
Background information
• About the novel Hotel
– The St. Gregory Hotel is the largest in New Orleans, Louisiana. For 4 days from Monday evening to Friday, the hotel goes through a succession of dramatic events. With the hotel’s mortgage due by the weekend and with no chance of getting further renewal, the owner, Warren Trent, reluctantly makes up his mind to sell his hotel to a chain hotel owner, Curtis O’Keefe.
Stage photo
»Plot
Basic situation: – the hit-n-run – Ogilvie has found the evidence • Rising action: – Ogilvie goes to see the Duke and Duchess in order to get money (blackmail). He shows his evidence to them. Ogilvie controls the situation and plays with it.
Background information
So the story is about St. Gregory,an independent New Orleans hotel, and its management's struggle to regain profitability and avoid being assimilated
Duchess
• 1.Appearance: pale cheek with two high points, gray-green eyes • 2.Character: imperious, three centuries and a half of inbred arrogance, decisive, vigilant, very quick in response
I'm Arthur Hailey
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Brief introduction about Arthur Hailey
• Nationality: British and Canadian. Born: Luton（卢顿）, Bedfordshire( 贝德福德郡), 1920; emigrated to Canada in 1947: became citizen, 1952. Education: Elementary schools in England. Military Service: Served as a pilot in the Royal Air Force, 1939-47: Flight Lieutenant（中尉）. Career: Office boy and clerk, London, 1934-39; assistant editor, 1947-49, and editor, 1949-53, Bus and Truck Transport, Toronto; sales promotion manager, Trail Mobile Canada, Toronto, 1953-56. Since 1956 freelance writer. Awards: Canadian Council of Authors and Artists award, 1956; Best Canadian TV Playwright award, 1957, 1958; Doubleday Prize Novel award, 1962.
Duke
• 1. Appearance: attempt to square his shoulders but failed
• 2.uncertain, ready to compromise, passive, despairingly, Eg:“That’s interesting, I didn’t know that.” The duke spoke as if he was speaking of sb. unrelated to the whole thing.
Lesson 3
Blackmail
--Arthur Hailey
罗昕珏 单秋燕
吴韩 孙梅
Contents
• Brief introduction about Arthur Hailey • Background about “Blackmail” • Character analysis • Plot • Textual structure
How did he write the Hotel
• He would spend about one year researching a subject, followed by six months reviewing his notes and, finally, about 18 months writing the book. That aggressive research — tracking rebel guerrillas in the Peruvian(秘鲁 人) jungle at age 67 for The Evening News (1990), or reading 27 books on the hotel industry for Hotel – gave his novels a realism that appealed to readers, even as some critics complained that he used it to disguise a lack of literary talent.
Part 1. Prelude (1-3) (The chief house officer ...Ogilvie remained standing) Section 1. The setting, main characters, and the suspension. (The chief house ...that both might return at any moment.) Section 2. The preliminary encounter between the house detective and the Croydons. (A wave of cigar smoke...Ogilvie remained standing)
Novels 1958 Flight into Danger (with John Castle) 1959 The Final Diagnosis-最后诊断- hospital politics 1962 In High Places--Cold War Era politics in North America 1965 Hotel 大饭店 --hotels 1968 Airport-航空港-airport politics 1971 Wheels--automobile industry 1975 The Moneychangers-钱商-banks 1979 Overload-超载-power crisis in California 1984 Strong Medicine-烈药-pharmaceutical industry 1990 The Evening News--newscasters 1997 Detective--investigation politics Plays 1960 Close-Up (collected plays) Film Screenplays 1957 Time Lock 1961 The Young Doctors 1978 Wheels
• Dramatic turn(climax): –the Duchess makes the offer— takes the control • Outcome: –Ogilvie takes the offer
Textual structure
• The conflicts (the problem—the end of the problem) • Crime: – Duchess: she tries to deny the fact – Ogilvie: he presents the evidences of crime one by one. • Money: – Ogilvie: he wants to get large sum of money on the condition that he keeps quiet of what he knows about the crime. – Duchess: she wants to make full advantage of Ogilvie’s greed. She may offer more money than he had asked on the condition that he drives the car (the very evidence of the crime) to Chicago.