thedestroyer.slavesafari-第4部分

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　〃Yes。　I　can　show　them　to　you。　They're　at　my　Chesapeake　Bay　estate。〃
　〃In　the　basement　storage　or　the　library？〃
　〃I　forget。　But　I　can　show　you。〃
　〃No　matter。　We'll　get　them；　now　that　we　know　which　of　your　homes　they're　in。　That's　all　I　needed。　Anything　I　can　give　you　besides　your　life？〃
　〃Nothing；〃　said　Lippincott　on　the　hope　that　if　only　his　life　would　do　for　a　favor；　his　life　he　might　get。
　〃Don't　you　want　to　know　the　answer　to　your　research　about　the　breakup　of　the　great　Loni　Empire？〃
　〃I　want　my　life。〃
　The　voice　ignored　him。　〃The　Loni　Empire；〃　it　said；　〃broke　up　because　it　put　its　faith　in　outsiders。　It　hired　people　to　do　what　it　should　have　done　itself。　And　theyg　rew　soft　and　weak；　and　finally　the　Hausa　just　pushed　them　over；　as　if　they　were　soft；　fat　children。〃
　Despite　his　predicament；　Lippincott　was　interested。　〃That's　too　simple；〃　he　said。　〃To　build　a　great　empire　takes　character。　The　Loni　must　have　had　it。　They　would　not　just　roll　over　and　play　dead。〃
　〃No；　you're　right；〃　the　voice　said。　〃They　would　have　fought。　But　something　got　in　the　way。　Your　family's　accursed　slave　trade。　So　the　best　of　the　Loni　wound　up　shipped　away　to　grow　cotton　for　you。　But　I'll　tell　you　a　story。　The　Loni　are　going　to　return　to　power　again。　I　hope　that　makes　you　feel　better。〃
　〃It　doesn't；〃　Lippincott　said；　〃but　suppose　you　tell　me　how。　Right　now；　the　whole　Loni　tribe　couldn't　build　a　shoebox。〃
　〃Simple；〃　the　voice　said。　〃I'm　going　to　lead　them　back　to　power。〃　He　paused。　〃Really　horrible　thing　you　did　to　that　girl。　Not　that　it　matters；　Lippy。　Not　that　she　matters　or　that　you　matter。　You'd　have　to　pay　a　long　time　before　the　Lippincotts　and　the　Forsythes　ever　got　even。　It　doesn't　matter。　What　matters　is　in　the　mountains。〃　't
　Lippincott　heard　the　hyena　sounds　and　smelled　the　death　smells　of　the　Minister　of　Public　Safety　and　felt　a　sudden　great　shock　to　his　back；　that　came　out　his　chest；　and　he　fell　forward　on　a　spear　that　was　through　his　body。　When　his　head　hit　the　Busati　plain；　he　was　dead；　another　small　piece　of　fertilization；　no　more　than　an　ancient　Loni　emperor　or　an　ancient　Loni　child。　Africa　took　him　as　one　of　its　own；　the　earth　as　ever　being　the　only　truly　equal　opportunity　employer　in　the　history　of　man。
　Walla；　being　more　intelligent　than　either　the　Minister　of　Public　Safety　or　Lippincott；　was　safely　up　the　Busati　River　in　his　village。　He　had　something　to　sell　of　far　greater　value　than　the　last　pieces　of　silver　engraved　with　the　old　English　〃V〃　at　the　Busati　Hotel。　He　had　information；　information　was　always　salable。
　Hadn't　the　clerk　from　the　Ministry　of　Justice　sold　a　copy　of　the　files　of　the　Busati　secret　police　for　gold…real　gold…coins　you　could　roll　in　your　hands　and　buy　fifty　wives　with　or　twenty　cattle　or　shoes　and　plows　and　shirts　and　maybe　even　a　radio　for　private　use；　instead　of　sharing　it　with　the　whole　village？
　So　Walla　told　his　brothers　he　was　leaving　the　village　and　that　his　eldest　brother　should　meet　him　over　the　border　in　Lagos；　Nigeria　in　a　month。
　〃You　are　selling　tales；　Walla？〃　asked　the　elder　brother。
　〃It　is　best　you　do　not　know　what　I　do；〃　said　Walla　wisely。　〃Governments　do　terrible　things　to　people　who　know　things。〃
　〃I　have　often　wondered　why　we　have　governments。　Tribal　chiefs　never　did　terrible　things　to　people　who　knew　things。〃
　〃It　is　the　white　man's　way。〃
　〃If　the　white　man　is　not　here　anymore；　and　if；　as　the　radio　says；　we　are　getting　rid　of　everything　white；　why　cannot　we　get　rid　of　white　governments？〃
　〃Because　the　Hausa　downriver　are　fools；〃　Walla　said。　〃They　want　to　get　rid　of　the　white　man　so　they　can　be　white　men。〃
　〃The　Hausa　have　always　been　fools；〃　said　the　elder　brother。
　In　jeeps　with　massive　supplies；　the　journey　to　Lagos　would　have　taken　a　Busati　army　patrol　a　month。　Walla；　carrying　a　knife　and　no　food；　made　the　journey　on　foot　in　sixteen　days。
　Walla　found　a　neighbor　from　his　village　and　asked　him　for　a　good　place　to　sell　information。
　〃Not　here；〃　said　the　neighbor　who　was　an　assistant　gardener　at　the　Russian　Embassy。　〃They　were　paying　good　last　year　but　this　year　is　terrible。　The　Americans　are　best　again。〃
　〃The　Chinese；　are　they　good？〃　asked　Walla。
　〃Sometimes　they　are　good；　but　often　they　think　it　is　enough　to　tell　you　funny　stories　in　exchange　for　your　information。〃
　Walla　nodded　his　head。　He　had　heard　these　things　of　the　yellow　men　back　in　Busati；　how　they　would　give　a　button　or　a　book　and　think　of　that　as　payment；　and　then　be　surprised　and　angry　when　told　that　was　not　nearly　enough。
　〃Americans　are　the　best　again；〃　said　the　gardener；　〃but　take　only　gold。　Their　paper　is　worth　less　each　day。〃
　〃I　will　take　gold　and　I　will　return　here　and　see　you。　Your　information　has　been　…of　value。〃
　〃See　the　cook　at　the　American　Embassy。　He　will　tell　you　the　price　to　ask。〃
　The　cook　at　the　American　Embassy　promptly　fed　Walla　and　listened　to　his　story；　asking　questions　so　that　Walla　would　be　well…prepared　to　negotiate。
　〃This　Lippincott　disappearing　is　a　good　thing。　Quite　valuable。　But　the　nature　of　the　house　is　even　more　valuable　possibly。　Who　are　these　white　women？〃
　Walla　shrugged。　〃I　do　not　know。〃
　〃Who　frequents　the　house？〃　the　cook　asked。
　〃I　was　told　of　it　by　a　soldier。　He　said　that　Busati　soldiers　who　do　good　things　are　given　leave　to　go　to　the　house　and　do　terrible　things　to　the　women。〃
　〃Does　President　Obode　run　the　house？〃　the　cook　asked。
　〃I　do　not　know。　I　think　not。　I　was　told　that　the　sergeant　who　is　at　the　house　is　a　Loni。〃
　〃A　Loni？　Are　you　sure　he　is　not　a　Hausa？　Hausa　do　those　sort　of　things。〃
　〃I　know　Hausa　from　Loni；〃　said　Walla。　〃He　is　a　Loni。〃
　〃A　Loni　who　is　a　sergeant。　That　is　very　important；〃　the　cook　said。
　〃It　is　worth　gold？〃　Walla　asked。
　The　cook　shook　his　head。　〃The　Americans　do　not　know　Loni　from　Hausa　and　could　not　care　less　that　a　Loni　has　reached　a　sergeant's　rank　in　Busati's　army。　Do　you　have　anything　on　the　women　in　the　house？〃
　〃They　never　e　out　alive。〃
　The　cook　shrugged　a　so…what　shrug。
　〃I　know　a　name。　It　was　told　to　me　by　a　fellow　of　our　village　who　worked　at　the　airport。　I　remember　it　because　it　was　like　Lippincott's　name。〃
　〃Her　name　was　Lippincott？〃　the　cook　asked。
　〃No。　Forsythe。　Lippincott　had　a　Forsythe　in　his　name。　My　friend　said　he　saw　her　being　taken　from　a　plane　to　a　car。　She　screamed　who　she　was；　and　then　was　dragged　into　the　car。　She　said　she　was　Cynthia　Forsythe　of　Baltimore。〃
　〃What　did　she　look　like？〃
　〃White；〃　Walla　said。
　〃Yes；　but　what　kind　of　white？　All　whites　do　not　look　alike。〃
　〃I　know　that；〃　said　Walla。　〃Our　friend　said　she　had　hair　of　flame。〃
　The　cook：thought　about　this　and　did　not　respond　immediately。　Instead　he　began　chopping　vegetables　for　dinner。　When　he　had　finished　shredding　long　green　leaves；　he　snapped　his　fingers。
　〃Eighteen　thousand　dollars。　Gold；〃　he　said。
　〃Eighteen　thousand　dollars？〃　asked　Walla；　astounded。
　The　cook　nodded。　〃That　is　what　we　ask　for。　We　settle　for　fifteen。〃　And　he　told　Walla　to　withhold　the　name　of　the　girl　until　he　got　the　money；　but　to　mention　Lippin…cott's　name　quickly　to　make　sure　he　got　the　money。　He　explained　that　the　man　he　would　introduce　Walla　to　was　J。　Gordon　Dalton；　who　was　some　kind　of　a　spy。　He　would　offer　Walla　ten　dollars　or　twenty　dollars；　whereupon　Walla　should　get　up　to　leave；　and　then　Dalton　would　pay　the　fifteen　thousand。
　〃I　knew　a　man　who　had　a　hundred　dollars　once；〃　said　Walla。　〃A　very　rich　man。〃
　〃You　will　be　rich　too；〃　said　the　cook。
　〃I　will　have　to　be。　I　can　no　longer　return　to　Busati。〃
　By　nightfall；　Walla　was　the　richest　man　in　the　history　of　his　village　and　J。　Gordon　Dalton　was　sending　frantic　codes　to　Washington。　A　top　level　officer　unscrambled　the　message：
　JAMES　FORSYTHE　LIPPINCOTT；　BALTIMORE；　MISSING。　BELIEVED　DEAD　IN　BUSATI　BUSH。　FOUL　PLAY　SUSPECTED。　CYNTHIA　FORSYTHE；　BALTIMORE；　HELD　HOSTAGE。　AWAIT　INSTRUCTIONS。　INVESTIGATING。
　Since　Lippincott　was　part　of　the　famous　Lippincott　family　which　numbered　governors；　diplomats；　senators　and　most　important；　bankers；　the　message　went　to　several　department　heads　at　4：00　A。M。　There　was　one　problem　with　Dalton's　message。　Cynthia　Forsythe　could　not　be　a　hostage　in　Busati。　She　had　been　killed　in　an　auto　accident　three　month