p&c.brimstone-第77部分

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sed　in　floppy　hats　and　khaki　shorts；　with　packs　on　their　backs　and　water　bottles　strapped　to　their　waists；　as　if　they　were　on　an　expedition　into　the　Sahara　rather　than　walking　around　perhaps　the　most　civilized　city　in　the　world。　
　They　had　met　thecolonnello　in　the　nearby　café；　as　planned；　and　Pendergast　had　quickly　brought　him　up　to　speed　on　their　investigation…omitting；　D'Agosta　noticed；　certain　small　but　critical　details。　Now　they　were　following　him　back　to　his　office；　single　file；　fighting　a　steady　stream　of　Japanese　tourists　ing　in　the　opposite　direction。　
　Thecolonnello　turned　into　the　grand　arched　entryway　of　the　barracks；　over　which　hung　a　limp　Italian　flag…the　first　D'Agosta　had　seen　since　arriving　in　Italy。　They　passed　through　a　colonnaded　corridor　and　into　a　vast　interior　courtyard。　Once　elegant；　the　courtyard　itself　had　been　turned　into　a　parking　lot　and　was　wall…to…wall　with　police　vans　and　cars；　packed　together　with　such　mathematical　precision　it　seemed　impossible　to　move　one　without　moving　them　all。　The　windows　looking　down　on　the　courtyard　were　all　open；　and　from　them　issued　a　continuous　clamor　of　ringing　telephones；　voices；　and　slamming　doors；　magnified　and　distorted　by　the　confined　space。　
　They　turned　into　another　vaulted　corridor　lined　with　stone　pillars…the　crumbling　remains　of　religious　frescoes　still　visible…past　a　battered　statue　of　a　saint；　then　up　a　massive　flight　of　stone　stairs　and　into　a　warren　of　modern　cubicles　constructed　haphazardly　out　of　what　had　once　been　a　single　pillared　room。　
　〃Thecaserma；　〃　said　Esposito　as　they　walked；　〃was　once　the　monastery　connected　to　the　Ognissanti　Church。　That　large　room　is　the　secretarial　pool；　and　beyond〃…he　waved　his　hand　at　a　series　of　small　but　massive　oaken　doors　giving　onto　tiny　offices…〃are　the　work　spaces　of　the　officers；　built　in　the　former　cells　of　the　monks。〃　
　They　turned　a　corner　and　proceeded　down　yet　another　vaulted　corridor。　〃The　refectory；　where　the　monks　used　to　eat；　has　an　important　fresco　by　Ghirlandaio　that　nobody　ever　sees。〃　
　〃Indeed。〃　
　〃Here　in　Italy；　we　make　do　with　what　we　have。〃　
　Reaching　the　far　end　of　the　corridor；　they　went　up　another　flight　of　stairs。　From　the　landing；　they　passed　through　what　D'Agosta　realized　must　have　once　been　a　secret　door　in　the　wall；　mounted　a　tiny　circular　staircase；　passed　through　crowded　rooms　smelling　of　mold　and　overheated　fax　machines…and　then　suddenly　arrived　at　a　small；　grimy　door　bearing　nothing　but　a　number。　Here　Esposito　stopped　with　a　smile。　Then　he　pushed　the　door　open　and　ushered　them　in。　
　D'Agosta　stepped　into　a　light…flooded　room　that　ended　in　a　wall　of　glassed…in　columns　and　arches。　Beyond　lay　a　sweeping　view　southward；　over　the　Arno　River。　Almost　despite　himself；　he　was　drawn　toward　the　view。　
　From　above；　finally；　Florence　looked　like　he　had　imagined　it：　a　city　of　church　domes　and　towers；　red…tile　roofs；　gardens；　and　piazze；　surrounded　by　steep　green　hills　covered　with　fairy…tale　castles。　There　was　the　Ponte　Vecchio　and　the　Pitti　Palace；　the　Boboli　Gardens；　the　dome　of　San　Frediano　in　Cestello；　and；　beyond；　the　hill　of　Bellosguardo。　It　was　a　moment　before　he　could　shift　his　attention　back　to　the　room　itself。　
　It　was　large　and　open；　filled　with　rows　of　old　mahogany　desks。　The　floor；　polished　by　five　hundred　years　of　feet；　was　inlaid　in　a　striking　array　of　colored　marbles；　and　on　the　stuccoed　walls　hung　giant　paintings　of　old　men　in　armor。　There　was　a　tense　air　in　the　room；　and　a　number　of　men　in　suits　at　the　desks　were　glancing　nervously　in　their　direction。　The　killing…and　its　bizarre　particulars　especially…were　clearly　on　everyone's　mind。　
　〃Wele　to　the　Nucleo　Investigativo；　the　elite　unit　of　the　carabinieri　of　which　I　am　in　charge。　We　investigate　the　major　crimes。〃　Esposito　looked　at　D'Agosta　sideways。　〃Is　this　your　first　visit　to　Italy；　Sergeant　D'Agosta？〃　
　〃It　is。〃　
　〃And　how　do　you　find　it？〃　
　〃It's　。　。　。　not　quite　what　I　expected。〃　
　He　could　see　a　faint　look　of　amusement　in　the　man's　eyes。　Esposito's　hand　swept　over　the　skyline。　〃Beautiful；　no？〃　
　〃From　up　here。〃　
　〃The　Florentines　。　。　。〃　He　rolled　his　eyes。　〃They　live　in　the　past。　They　believe　they　created　everything　beautiful　in　the　world…art；　science；　music；　literature…and　that　is　enough。　Why　do　anything　more？　They've　been　resting　on　their　laurels　for　four　hundred　years。　Where　I　grew　up　we　have　a　saying：Nun　cagnà　'a　via　vecchia　p'a　nova；　ca　saie　chello　che　lasse；　nun　saie　chello　ca　trouve。　〃　
　〃Don't　live　in　the　past…you　will　know　what　you've　lost　but　not　what　you've　found？〃　D'Agosta　asked。　
　Esposito　went　still。　Then　he　smiled。　〃Your　family　is　originally　from　Naples？〃　
　D'Agosta　nodded。　
　〃This　is　remarkable。　And　you　actually　speak　Neapolitan？〃　
　〃I　thought　I　grew　up　speaking　Italian。〃　
　Esposito　laughed。　〃This　is　not　the　first　time　I　have　heard　of　this　happening。　You　are　fortunate；　Sergeant；　to　speak　a　beautiful　and　ancient　language　no　longer　taught　in　any　school。　Anyone　can　learn　Italian；　but　only　a　real　man　can　speaknapolitano。　I　myself　am　from　Naples。　Impossible　to　work　there；　of　course；　but　a　marvelous　place　to　live。〃　
　〃Si　suonne　Napele　viato　a　tte；〃D'Agosta　said。　
　Esposito　looked　even　more　astonished。　〃'Blessed　be　you　if　you　dream　of　Naples。'　What　a　lovely　saying。　I've　never　heard　it　before。〃　
　〃When　I　was　a　little　boy；　my　grandmother　used　to　whisper　that　in　my　ear　every　time　she　kissed　me　good　night。〃　
　〃And　did　you　ever　dream　of　Naples？〃　
　〃I　sometimes　dreamed　of　a　city　that　I　thought　was　Naples；　but　I'm　sure　it　was　all　my　imagination。　I've　never　been　there。〃　
　〃Then　don't　go。　Live　in　your　dreams：　they　are　always　so　much　better。〃　He　turned　to　Pendergast。　〃And　now…as　you　Americans　say…to　business。〃　
　He　led　them　to　a　small　sitting　area　in　a　far　corner　of　the　room；　couches　and　chairs　positioned　around　an　old　stone　table。　Esposito　waved　his　hand。〃Caffè　per　noi；　per　favore。〃　
　In　moments；　a　woman　appeared　with　a　tray　of　tiny　cups　of　espresso。　Esposito　took　one；　tossed　it　back；　then　drank　a　second　just　as　quickly。　He　slipped　out　a　pack　of　cigarettes；　offered　them　around。　
　〃Ah；　you　Americans　never　smoke。〃　He　took　one　himself；　lit　it；　exhaled。　〃This　morning；　between　seven　and　eight；　I　received　sixteen　telephone　calls…one　from　the　American　Embassy　in　Rome；　five　from　the　American　Consulate　on　the　Lungarno；　one　from　the　U。S。　State　Department；　two　from　theNew　York　Times　；　one　from　theWashington　Post　；　one　from　the　Chinese　Embassy　in　Rome；　and　five　from　various　unpleasant　people　in　Mr。　Bullard's　pany。〃　He　looked　up；　eyes　twinkling。　〃Given　that；　and　what　you　told　me　just　now　in　the　café；　it's　clear　this　Bullard　was　an　important　man。〃　
　〃You　didn't　know　him？〃　Pendergast　asked。　
　〃By　reputation　only。〃　Inhale；　exhale。　〃My　colleagues　at　thepolizia　have　a　file　on　him　already；　which　naturally　they　will　not　share　with　us。〃　
　〃I　could　supply　you　with　far　more　on　Bullard；　but　it　would　do　you　no　good。　The　information　will　only　distract　you；　as　it　did　me。〃　
　Esposito　turned　to　the　two　carabinieri　who　were　whispering　together　behind　him。〃Basta'　cù　stì　fessarie！　Mettiteve　à　faticà！　Marònna　meja；　chist'　so　propri'　sciem'！〃　
　D'Agosta　suppressed　a　laugh。　〃I　understood　that。〃　
　〃I　didn't；〃　said　Pendergast。　
　〃He　was　just　telling　those　men　in；　ah；　Neapolitan；　'Cut　the　bullshit　and　get　back　to　work。'〃　
　〃My　men　are　foolish　and　superstitious。　Half　of　them　believe　this　to　be　the　work　of　the　devil。　The　other　half　think　it　the　work　of　some　secret　society。　As　you　know；　Florentine　nobility　is　rife　with　them。〃　Inhale；　exhale。　〃It　appears　to　me；　Mr。　Pendergast；　that　we　have　a　joker　on　our　hands。〃　
　〃On　the　contrary；　our　killer　could　not　be　more　serious。〃　
　〃But　all　this…chest　è　'nà　scena　rò　diavulo？e；　now。　All　this　may　scare　my　men　half　to　death；　but　you？〃　
　〃I　assure　you　there　is　a　most　purposeful　design　here。〃　
　〃I　see　you　already　have　a　theory　as　to　what　happened　to　Mr。　Bullard。　Perhaps　you　will　be　kind　enough　to　share　it　with　me？〃　Thecolonnello　leaned　forward；　elbows　on　his　knees。　〃After　all；　I've　already　done　you　an　enormous　favor　by　not　reporting　your　presence　at　the　scene　of　the　crime。　Otherwise；　you　would　be　filling　out　paperwork　from　now　until　Christma