bl.necroscope2-第69部分
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Two of the KGB men； unsmiling； restrained him while the third moved up very close； put down his suitcases and took his cabin luggage。 Kyle felt a stab of fear； a moment of panic。
〃Need I introduce myself？〃 The Russian agent's eyes bored into Kyle's。
Kyle found his nerve； shook his head and managed a rueful smile。 〃I think not；〃 he answered。 〃How are you this morning； Mr Dolgikh？ Or should I simply call you Theo？〃
〃Try 〃rade〃；〃 said Dolgikh without humour。 〃That will suffice 。 。
Whatever Yulian Bodescu's intentions had been； he had not left Harkley House at dawn。
At 5。00 A。M。 Ken Layard and Simon Gower arrived to relieve Darcy Clarke； who then returned to Paignton。 At 6。00 A。M。 Trevor Jordan joined Layard and Gower； the three split up； formed points of triangulation。 An hour later there were two more men； reinforcements Roberts had earlier called down from London。 All of these arrivals were dutifully reported by Vlad； until Yulian cautioned the huge dog and ordered him down to the cellars。 It was broad daylight now and Vlad would be seen ing and going。 The Alsatian was Yulian's rearguard and no harm must e to him just yet。
The enemy's numbers had penned Yulian in； but just as bad from his point of view was the fact that the day was cloudless； the risen sun bright and strong。 The mists of the night had soon been steamed away； and the air was clear and smelled fresh。 Behind the house； beyond the wall that marked the boundary of the grounds； woods rose to the top of a low hill。 There was a track through the woods and one of the watchers had somehow managed to get his vehicle up there。 He sat there now； watching the house through binoculars。 Yulian could easily have seen him through one of the upper storey rear windows； but he didn't need to。 He sensed that he was there。
At the front of the house were two more watchers： one not far from the gate； standing beside his car； the other fifty yards away。 Their weapons were not visible but Yulian knew they had crossbows。 And he knew the agony a hardwood bolt would cause him。 Two more men guarded the flanks； one at each side of the house； where they could look into the grounds across the walls。
Yulian was trapped…for the moment。
Fight？ He couldn't even leave the house without them seeing him。 And those crossbows of theirs would be deadly accurate。 The day wore on through midday and into the afternoon； and Yulian began to sweat。 At 3。00 P。M。 a sixth man came on the scene…driving a truck。 Yulian watched carefully from behind the curtains at his garret window。
The driver of the truck must be the leader of these damned psychic spies。 The leader of this group； anyway。 He was fat； but in no way clumsy； his mind would be hard and clear； except he guarded his thoughts like gold。 He began to distribute indeterminate items of heavy equipment in canvas containers； also jerrycans； food and drink； to the other men。 He spent a little time with each of them； talking to them； demonstrated with certain pieces of equipment； gave instructions。 Yulian sweated more yet。 He knew now that it would be this evening。 Traffic rolled as usual on the autumn road； couples walked together in the sunshine hand in hand； birds sang in the woods。 The world looked the same as it always looked …but those men out there had determined that this would be Yulian Bodescu's last day。
Using what cover he could find； the vampire risked his neck making excursions outside the house。 He used a rear ground floor window where it was shrouded by shrubbery； also the cellar exit through the out…building。 Twice； if he'd been fully prepared； he might have made a break for it； when the watchers to the rear and at one side of the house went down to the road for their supplies； on both occasions they returned while he was still calculating the odds。 Yulian grew still more nervous； his thinking being very erratic。
Back in the house； whenever he crossed tracks with one of the women； he would lash out； shout； curse。 His nervousness transferred itself to Vlad and the great dog prowled the empty cellars to and fro； to and fro。
Then； about 4。00 P。M。； suddenly Yulian was aware of a weird psychic stillness； the mental lull before the storm。 He strained his vampire senses to… their fullest extent and could detect。。。 nothing！ The watchers had screened their minds； so that not even a trace of their thoughts their intentions could escape。 In so doing they gave away their final secret； they told Yulian the time they had planned for his death。
It was to be now； within the hour； and the light only just beginning to fade as the sun lowered itself towards the horizon。
Yulian put fear aside。 He was Wamphyri！ These men had powers； yes； and they were strong。 But he had powers too。 And he might yet prove to be stronger。
He went down into the cellars and spoke to Vlad：
You've been faithful to me as only a dog can be； he said； facing the great beast； their yellow eyes locked； but you are more than a dog。 Those men out there might suspect that； and they might not。 Whichever； when they e； you go out first to meet them。 Give no quarter。 if you survive； seek me out。 。
And then he 〃spoke〃 to the Other； that loathsome extrusion of himself。 It was the implanting of suggestions in a blank space； the imprinting of an idea upon a void； the burning of a brand into a beast's hide。 Floor flags buckled in one dark corner； the ground underfoot shifted and dust fell in rills from the low vaulting。 That was all。 Perhaps it had understood； and perhaps not 。
Finally Yulian returned to his room。 He changed his clothes； put on a neutral grey track…suit and shoved his wide…brimmed hat into the waistband。 He neatly folded a suit of clothes into a small travelling case； along with a wallet containing a good deal of money in large notes。 That was that； he needed nothing more。
Then； as the minutes ticked by； he sat down； closed his eyes and pitted his own dark nature against the great Mother Nature herself in one final test of his now mature vampire powers。 He willed a mist； called up a wreathing white screen from the earth and the streams and the woods； a clinging fog down from the hillsides。
The watchers； tense now and taut as the strings of their crossbows； scarcely noticed the sun slipping behind the clouds and the ground mist creeping at their ankles； as a man； their attention was riveted on the house。
And time moved inexorably towards the appointed hour 。
I Darcy Clarke drove furiously north。 He had cursed aloud until his throat was raw；。 and then silently until his cursing had e down to one four…letter word repeated over and ver again in his fuming mind。 What his fury amounted to was this： he wouldn't be in on the kill。 He was out of the attack on Harkley。 Now； instead； he was to be minder in…chief to a。。。 a tiny infant！
Clarke was well aware of the importance of his new task and understood the purpose of it： with his talent it is unlikely that any harm would e to him。 And so； if he was shielding the young Harry Keogh； the baby should likewise be safe。 But to Darcy's way of thinking； prevention was better than cure。 Stop Bodescu dead at Harkley House； and you wouldn't have to worry about the baby at all。 And if he； Darcy Clarke； was at Harkley…if only he was there then guarantee Bodescu would be stopped！
But he wasn't there； he was here； driving north for that godforsaken hole Hartlepool。
On the other hand； he knew that every single man of them back there was equally dedicated to Bodescu's destruction。 Which helped a little。
Clarke had got back to Paignton before 6。00 A。M。 and Roberts had ordered him straight into bed。 Later； he said； he would have a big job for him and wanted him to get at least six hours' sleep。 Finally Clarke had dozed off； and though he'd feared the very worst dreams none had e。 At noon Roberts had shaken him awake； told him what his new job was。 Since when Clarke had been driving； and cursing。
He had joined the M1 at Leicester； then picked up the A19 at Thirsk。 He was now something less than an hour from his destination； and the time was （he glanced at his watch）…4。50P。M。
Clarke stopped cursing。 God！ What would it be like right now； down there？
〃Where the hell did this mist spring from？〃 Trevor Jordan shivered； turning up the collar of his coat。 〃Hell； it was a nice day； from the weather point of view； anyway。〃 For all his vehemence； Jordan had spoken in a whisper。
All of the INTESP agents； at their various stations around Harkley House； had been speaking in whispers for the last twenty minutes。 At 4。30； working to Roberts's instructions； they'd formed pairs…which was as well； for the mist had thickened up and started to threaten their individual security。 It felt nice to have someone really close to you。
Jordan's 〃buddy〃 in the system was Ken Layard the locator。 He was shivering； too； despite the fact that he carried seventy…eight pounds of Brissom Mark III flame…thrower on his back。 〃I'm not sure；〃 he finally answered Jordan's question； 〃but I think it's from him。〃 He nodded towards the house where it stood swathed in mist。
They were just inside the north wall； at a place where they'd found a gap in the stonework。 Just a minute ago； at 4。50； they'd checked their watche
