dk.coldfire-第33部分

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f　the　most…eligible。〃　
　For　a　moment　he　had　no　idea　what　the　hell　she　was　talking　about。　
　Then　he　remembered　that　he　had　asked　her　to　play　matchmaker　for　him。　
　〃Good；〃　he　said。　〃Great。　I'll　be　right　back；　we'll　talk。〃　
　He　ushered　Holly　into　row　seventeen。　He　took　the　aisle　seat　next　to　her。　
　On　the　other　side　of　Holly　was　a　grandmotherly　tub　of　a　woman　in　a　flower…print　dress；　with　blue…tinted　gray　hair　in　a　mass　of　tight　curls。　
　She　was　sound　asleep；　snoring　softly。　A　pair　of　gold…framed　eyeglasses；　suspended　around　her　neck　on　a　bead　chain；　rested　on　her　matronly　bosom；　rising　and　falling　with　her　steady　breathing。　
　Leaning　close　to　him；　keeping　her　voice　so　low　it　could　not　even　carry　across　the　narrow　aisle；　but　speaking　with　the　conviction　of　an　impassioned　political　orator；　Holly　said；　〃You　can't　let　all　those　people　die。〃　
　〃We've　been　through　this；〃　he　said　restively；　matching　her　nearly　inaudible　pitch。　
　〃It's　your　responsibility〃　〃I'm　just　one　man！〃　〃But　one　very　special　man。〃　
　〃I'm　not　God；〃　he　said　plaintively。　
　〃Talk　to　the　pilot。〃　
　〃Jesus；　you're　relentless。〃　
　〃Warn　the　pilot；〃　she　whispered。　
　〃He　won't　believe　me。〃　
　〃Then　warn　the　passengers。〃　
　〃There　aren't　enough　empty　seats　in　this　section　for　all　of　them　to　move　here。〃　
　She　was　furious　with　him；　quiet　but　so　intense　that　he　could　not　look　away　from　her　or　dismiss　what　she　was　saying。　She　put　a　hand　on　his　arm；　gripping　him　so　tightly　that　it　hurt。　〃Damn　it；　maybe　they　could　do　something　to　save　themselves。〃　
　〃I'd　only　cause　a　panic。〃　
　〃If　you　can　save　more；　but　you　let　them　die；　it's　murder；〃　she　whispered　insistently；　anger　flashing　in　her　eyes。　
　That　accusation　hit　him　hard　and　had　something　of　the　effect　of　a　hammer　blow　to　the　chest。　For　a　moment　he　could　not　draw　his　breath。　
　When　he　could　speak；　his　voice　broke　repeatedly：　〃I　hate　death；　people　dying；　I　hate　it。　I　want　to　save　people；　stop　all　the　suffering；　be　on　the　side　of　life；　but　I　can　only　do　what　I　can　do。〃　
　〃Murder；〃　she　repeated。　
　What　she　was　doing　to　him　was　outrageous。　He　could　not　carry　the　load　of　responsibility　she　wanted　to　pile　on　his　shoulders。　If　he　could　save　the　Dubroveks；　he　would　be　at　working　two　miracles；　mother　and　child　spared　from　the　early　graves　that　had　been　their　destinies。　But　Holly　Thorne；　in　her　ignorance　about　his　abilities；　was　not　satisfied　with　two　miracles；　she　wanted　three；　four；　five；　ten；　a　hundred。　He　felt　as　if　an　enormous　weight　was　bearing　down　on　him；　the　weight　of　the　whole　damned　airplane；　crushing　him　into　the　ground。　It　was　not　right　of　her　to　put　the　blame　on　him；　it　wasn't　fair。　If　she　wanted　to　blame　someone；　she　should　cast　her　accusations　at　God；　who　worked　in　such　mysterious　ways　that　He　had　ordained　the　necessity　of　the　plane　crash　in　the　first　place。　
　〃Murder。〃　She　dug　her　fingers　into　his　arm　even　harder。　
　He　could　feel　anger　radiating　from　her　like　the　heat　of　the　sun　reflected　off　a　metal　surface。　Reflected。　Suddenly；　he　realized　that　image　was　too　apt　to　be　anything　less　than　Freudian。　
　Her　anger　over　his　unwillingness　to　save　everyone　on　the　plane　was　no　greater　than　his　own　anger　over　his　inability　to　do　so；　her　rage　was　a　reflection　of　his　own。　
　〃Murder；〃　she　repeated；　evidently　aware　of　the　profound　effect　that　accusation　had　on　him。　
　He　looked　into　her　beautiful　eyes；　and　he　wanted　to　hit　her；　punch　her　in　the　face；　smash　her　with　all　of　his　strength；　knock　her　unconscious；　so　she　wouldn't　put　his　own　thoughts　into　words。　She　was　too　perceptive。　He　hated　her　for　being　right。　
　Instead　of　hitting　her；　he　got　up。　
　〃Where　are　you　going？〃　she　demanded。　
　〃To　talk　to　a　flight　attendant。〃　
　〃About　what？〃　〃You　win；　okay？　You　win。〃　
　Making　his　way　toward　the　back　of　the　plane；　Jim　looked　at　the　people　he　passed；　chilled　by　the　knowledge　that　all　of　them　would　be　dead　soon。　As　his　desperation　intensified；　so　did　his　imagination；　and　he　saw　skulls　beneath　their　skin；　the　glowing　images　of　bones　shining　through　their　flesh；　for　they　were　the　living　dead。　He　was　nauseous　with　fear；　not　for　himself　but　for　them。　
　The　plane　bucked　and　shimmied　as　if　it　had　driven　over　a　pothole　in　the　sky。　He　grabbed　at　the　back　of　a　seat　to　steady　himself　But　this　was　not　the　big　one。　
　The　flight　attendants　were　gathered　farther　back　in　the　plane；　in　their　work　area；　preparing　to　serve　the　lunch　trays　that　had　just　e　up　from　the　galley。　They　were　a　mixed　group；　men　and　women；　a　couple　in　their　twenties　and　the　others　as　old　as　fifty…something。　
　Jim　approached　the　oldest　of　them。　According　to　the　tag　she　wore；　her　name　was　Evelyn。　
　〃I've　got　to　talk　to　the　pilot；〃　he　said；　keeping　his　voice　low；　although　the　nearest　passengers　were　well　forward　of　them。　
　If　Evelyn　was　surprised　by　his　request；　she　didn't　show　it。　She　smiled　just　as　she　had　been　trained　to　smile。　〃I'm　sorry；　sir；　but　that　isn't　possible。　
　Whatever　the　problem　is；　I'm　sure　I　can　help…〃　〃Listen；　I　was　in　the　lavatory；　and　I　heard　something；　a　wrong　sound；〃　he　lied；　〃not　the　right　kind　of　engine　noise。〃　
　Her　smile　became　a　little　wider　but　less　sincere；　and　she　went　into　her　reassure…the…nervous…traveler　mode。　〃Well；　you　see；　during　flight　it's　perfectly　normal　for　the　pitch　of　the　engines　to　change　as　the　pilot　alte　airspeed　and…〃　〃I　know　that。〃　He　tried　to　sound　like　a　reasonable　man　to　whom　she　ought　to　listen。　〃I've　flown　a　lot。　This　was　different。〃　He　lied　again：　〃I　know　aircraft　engines；　I　work　for　McDonnell　Douglas。　We　designed　and　built　the　DC…10。　I　know　this　plane；　and　what　I　heard　in　the　lav　was　wrong。〃　Her　smile　faltered；　most　likely　not　because　she　was　starting　to　take　his　warning　seriously　but　merely　because　she　considered　him　to　be　a　more　inventive　aerophobe　than　most　who　panicked　in　mid…flight。　
　The　other　flight　attendants　had　paused　in　their　lunch…service　preparations　and　were　staring　at　him；　no　doubt　wondering　if　he　was　going　to　be　a　problem。　
　Evelyn　said　carefully；　〃Well；　really；　everything's　functioning　well。　
　Aside　from　some　turbulence…〃　〃It's　the　tail　engine；〃　he　said。　
　That　was　not　another　lie。　He　was　receiving　a　revelation；　and　he　was　letting　the　unknown　source　of　that　revelation　speak　through　him。　〃The　fan　assembly　is　starting　to　break　apart。　If　the　blades　tear　loose；　that's　one　thing；　the　pieces　can　be　contained；　but　if　the　entire　fan…blade　assembly　shatters；　God　knows　what　could　happen。〃　
　Because　of　the　specificity　of　his　fear；　he　did　not　sound　like　a　typical　aerophobic　passenger；　and　all　of　the　flight　attendants　were　staring　at　him　with；　if　not　respect；　at　least　a　wary　thoughtfulness。　
　〃Everything's　fine；〃　Evelyn　said；　per　training。　〃But　even　if　we　lost　an　engine；　we　can　fly　on　two。〃　
　Jim　was　excited　that　the　higher　power　guiding　him　had　evidently　decided　to　give　him　what　he　needed　to　convince　these　people。　Maybe　something　could　be　done　to　save　everyone　on　the　flight。　
　Striving　to　remain　calm　and　impressive；　he　heard　himself　saying；　〃That　engine　has　forty　thousand　pounds　of　thrust；　it's　a　real　monster；　and　if　it　blows　up；　it's　like　a　bomb　going　off　The　pressors　can　back…vent；　and　those　thirty…eight　titanium　blades；　the　fan　assembly；　even　pieces　of　the　rotor　can　explode　outward　like　shrapnel；　punching　holes　in　the　tail；　screwing　up　the　rudders　and　elevators。　。　。　The　whole　tail　of　the　plane　could　disintegrate。〃　。　
　One　of　the　flight　attendants　said；　〃Maybe　somebody　should　just　mention　this　to　Captain　Delbaugh。〃　
　Evelyn　did　not　instantly　object。　
　〃I　know　these　engines；〃　Jim　said。　〃I　can　explain　it　to　him。　You　don't　have　to　take　me　on　the　flight　deck；　just　let　me　speak　to　him　on　the　inter。〃　
　Evelyn　said；　〃McDonnell　Douglas？〃　〃Yeah。　I've　been　an　engineer　there　for　twelve　years；〃　he　lied。　
　She　was　now　full　of　doubt　about　the　wisdom　of　the　standard　response　she　had　learned　in　training。　She　was　almost　won　over。　
　With　hope　blossoming；　Jim　said；　〃Your　captain's　got　to　shut　down　engine　number　two。　If　he　shuts　it　down　and　goes　the　rest　of　the　way　on　one　and　three；　we'll　make　it；　all　of　us；　we'll　make　it　alive。〃　
　Evelyn　looked　at　the　other　flight　attendants；　and　a　couple　of　them　nodded。　〃I　guess　it　wouldn't　hurt　if。　。　。〃　
　〃e　on；〃　Jim　sa