第64部分 (第1/7页)

altitude；　the　thought…pistol　went　off　in　Dick　Hallorann's　head　again。　His

shoulders　hunched　uselessly　against　the　smell　of　oranges　and　then　jerked

spasmodically。　His　forehead　wrinkled；　his　mouth　drew　down　in　a　grimace　of　pain。

（！！！　DICK　PLEASE　E　QUICK　WE'RE　IN　BAD

TROUBLE　DICK　WE　NEED）

And　that　was　all。　It　was　suddenly　gone。　No　fading　out　this　time。　The

munication　had　been　chopped　off　cleanly；　as　if　with　a　knife。　It　scared　him。

His　hands；　still　clutching　the　seat　rests；　had　gone　almost　white。　His　mouth　was

dry。　Something　had　happened　to　the　boy。　He　was　sure　of　it。　If　anyone　had　hurt

that　little　child　—

〃Do　you　always　react　so　violently　to　takeoffs？〃

He　looked　around。　It　was　the　woman　in　the　horn…rimmed　glasses。

〃It　wasn't　that；〃　Hallorann　said。　〃I've　got　a　steel　plate　in　my　head。　From

Korea。　Every　now　and　then　it　gives　me　a　twinge。　Vibrates；　don't　you　know。

Scrambles　the　signal。〃

〃Is　that　so？〃

〃Yes；　ma'am。〃

〃It　is　the　line　soldier　who　ultimately　pays　for　any　foreign　intervention；〃　the

sharp…faced　woman　said　grimly。

〃Is　that　so？〃

〃It　is。　This　country　must　swear　off　its　dirty　little　wars。　The　CIA　has　been　at

the　root　of　every　dirty　little　war　America　has　fought　in　this　century。　The　CIA

and　dollar　diplomacy。〃

She　opened　her　book　and　began　to　read。　The　No　SMOKING　sign　went　off。　Hallorann

watched　the　receding　land　and　wondered　if　the　boy　was　all　right。　He　had

developed　an　affectionate　feeling　for　that　boy；　although　his　folks　hadn't　seemed

all　that　much。

He　hoped　to　God　they　were　watching　out　for　Danny。

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DRINKS　ON　THE　HOUSE

Jack　stood　in　the　dining　room　just　outsid