pdouglas.thecodex-第17部分
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〃Ethnopharmacology？ She knows about the Codex？〃
〃You bet your ass she does。〃
Skiba winced。 〃That's rather inconvenient。〃
〃Yeah； but it's nothing I can't handle。〃
〃Look； Mr。 Hauser；〃 he said briskly； 〃I'll leave it all in your capable hands。 I've got a meeting to go to。〃
〃Those people will have to be taken care of。〃
Skiba didn't like the way the conversation kept doglegging back to that subject。 〃I don't have any idea what you're talking about； and I don't want to know。 I'm content to let you handle the details。〃
There was a small chuckle at the far end。 〃Skiba； how many people are dying in Africa right now because you insist on charging twenty…three thousand dollars a year for that new TB drug that costs you a hundred and ten dollars to make？ That's all I'm talking about。 When I say 'take care of them；' all I mean is adding a few more numbers to your total。〃
〃Damn you； Hauser； that's outrageous…〃 Skiba broke off and swallowed。 He was just letting Hauser bait him。 This was talk； nothing more。
〃This is beautiful； Skiba。 You want your Codex nice and clean and legal； you don't want anyone popping up to claim ownership； and you don't want anyone hurt。 Don't worry； no white people will be killed without your permission。〃
〃You listen to me。 I will not countenance the killing of anyone； white or nonwhite。 This reckless talk has got to stop。〃 Skiba could feel the sweat trickling down his neck。 How had he allowed Hauser to take control of the situation like this？ His hand fumbled with the key。 The drawer slid open。
〃I understand；〃 said Hauser。 〃Like I said…〃
〃I've got a meeting。〃 Skiba ended the connection； his heart pounding。 Hauser was down there； out of control； with no supervision； liable to do anything。 The man was a psychopath。 He bit down； chewed； washed the bitterness down with a slug of Macallan； and sat back； breathing deeply。 The fire was burning merrily in the fireplace。 The talk of killing made him feel agitated； sick to his stomach。 He gazed into the flames； seeking their soothing influence。 Hauser had promised to ask his permission； and Skiba would never give it。 Neither the pany nor even his own personal fortune was worth taking that step。 His gaze wandered over to the row of silver photographs on his desk： his three children； gazing back at him with towheaded grins。 He regulated his breathing。 Hauser was full of tough talk； but it was just that： talk。 Nobody was going to get killed。 Hauser would retrieve the Codex； Lampe would recover； and in two or three years he would be the toast of Wall Street for pulling his pany back from the brink。
Skiba glanced at his watch： The markets had closed。 With a feeling of anxiety and reluctance he flicked on the puter screen。 Late bargain hunting had pushed the stock up in the last twenty minutes。 It had closed at ten and a half。
Skiba felt a wisp of relief。 It hadn't been such a bad day after all。
16
Sally looked skeptically at the junk heap of a plane being rolled out of the shabby hangar by two workers。
〃Maybe we should have checked out the plane before we bought tickets；〃 Tom said to her。
〃I'm sure it's fine；〃 said Sally； as if trying to convince herself。
The pilot； a lean expatriate American with a torn T…shirt； cutoffs； two long braids； and a beard； came sauntering over and introduced himself as John。 Tom eyed him and then cast a sour look toward the plane。
〃I know； I know。 Looks like shit；〃 John said with a grin； giving the plane's fuselage a rap with his knuckles； which made it rattle。 〃What matters is what's under the hood。 I do all my own maintenance。〃
〃You don't know how that reassures me；〃 said Tom。
〃So you're headed for Brus？〃
〃That's right。〃
John squinted at the luggage。 〃Going tarpon fishing？〃
〃No。〃
〃Best tarpon fishing in the world。 Not much else； though。〃 John opened a partment in the side of the plane and began shoving in their luggage with his skinny arms。 〃So what are you doing there？〃
〃We're not sure；〃 Sally said quickly。 The less said about what they were doing； the better。 No sense in starting a treasure stampede upriver。
The pilot shoved the last bag in； gave it a few blows to make it fit； and slammed the hatch with a great noise of cheap tin。 It took three tries before it latched。 〃Where you staying in Brus？〃
〃Haven't decided that either。〃
〃Nothing like planning ahead；〃 said John。 〃Anyway； there's only one place and that's La Perla。〃
〃How many stars does Michelin give it？〃
John gave a little laugh。 He opened the passenger hatch and swung down the steps； and they climbed aboard。 John followed； and as he entered Tom detected what he thought was a faint whiff of marijuana。 Great。
〃How long have you been flying？〃 Tom asked。
〃Twenty years。〃
〃Ever had an accident？〃
〃Once。 Hit a pig in Paradise。 Jokers hadn't mowed the strip； and the damn thing was sleeping in the tall grass。 And he was a big pig。〃
〃Are you instrument rated？〃
〃Let's just say I know how to use my instruments。 There isn't much call for official ratings down here； not for bush flights。〃
〃Have you filed a flight plan？〃
John shook his head。 〃All I have to do is follow the coast。〃
The plane took off。 It was a splendid day。 Sally felt a thrill as the plane banked and the sunlight shimmered off the Caribbean。 They turned to follow the coastline； low and flat with many lagoons and offshore islands that looked like green pieces of jungle that had broken off the mainland and were drifting out to sea。 Sally could see where roads ran up into the interior； bordered by irregular fields or ragged patches where the trees had recently been clear…cut。 Deep in the interior； she could see a ragged line of blue mountains； their tops sprinkled in clouds。
Sally glanced at Tom。 The sun had bleached his light brown hair； streaking it with gold； and he had a lean； tall； wiry； cowboy sort of way of moving that she liked。 She wondered how someone could just kiss a hundred million dollars good…bye。 That had impressed her more than anything else。 She had lived long enough to realize that people who had money cared a lot more about it than people who had never had it。
Tom turned and glanced at her； and she quickly smiled and looked back out the window。 As the coast ran farther eastward； the landscape below became wilder； the lagoons larger and more intricate。 Finally the largest lagoon so far came into view； dotted with hundreds of tiny islands。 A large river fed into the far end。 As they banked to make their approach； Sally could see a town where the river joined the lagoon； a cluster of shining tin roofs surrounded by a hodgepodge of irregular fields lying on the landscape like torn bits of rags。 The pilot circled once and aimed down toward a field； which as they approached resolved into a grass landing strip。 He made his descent； but Sally thought it was awfully fast。 Closer and closer they got to the ground； but the plane only seemed to accelerate。 She gripped the armrests。 The runway flashed underneath them； but still the plane did not drop。 She watched the wall of jungle foliage at the far end approach at high speed。
〃Jesus Christ；〃 Sally yelled； 〃you're overshooting the runway！〃
The plane made a quick easy rise； and the jungle came skimming past them； the treetops no more than fifteen feet below the plane。 As they climbed； Sally heard John's dry laugh in her earphones。 〃Relax； Sal； just buzzing to clear the airstrip。 I learned my lesson。〃
As the plane banked and came around again to land； Sally sat back； mopping her brow。 〃Nice of you to warn us。〃
〃I told you about the pig； man。〃
They left their luggage at La Perla； a cinderblock barracks that called itself a hotel； and then went down to the river to see about renting a boat。 They wandered down through the muddy lanes of Brus。 It was afternoon； and the heat had rendered the air dead and listless。 All was quiet； and steaming puddles of water lay on the ground。 The sweat was dripping out of her sleeves； running down her back； and between her breasts。 All sensible people were having a siesta； it seemed to Sally。
They found the river at the far end of town。 It lay between steep earthen banks； about two hundred yards across and the color of mahogany。 The river curved away between two thick walls of jungle； and it smelled of mud。 The thick water moved sluggishly； the surface dimpled with whorls and eddies。 Here and there a green leaf or a twig slowly made its way downstream。 A trail made of logs descended the steep embankment； ending at a platform of bamboo sticks constructed over the water； forming a rickety dock。 Four dugout canoes were tied up。 They were each about thirty feet long and about four feet across； hewn from a single gigantic tree； tapering to a spearlike prow in front。 The stern had been cut off flat and had a mounted board designed to acmodate a small outboard engine。 Boards were laid athwartship fore and aft for seats。
They scrambled down the embankment to take a closer look。 She noticed that three of the dugouts had six…horsepower Evinrude engines bolted to the sterns。 The fourth； longer and heavier； sported an eighteen…horse。
〃There's the local hotrod；〃 said Sally； pointing。 〃That's the one for us。〃
Tom loo
