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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 Lady Murasaki had once remarked, to Hannibal's annoyance, that Popil looked like the handsome actor Louis Jourdan. "Good evening, Inspector." "I'll have a word with you," Inspector Popil said, looking nothing whatever like Louis Jourdan. "Do you mind if I work while we talk?" "No." "Come, then." Hannibal rolled the gurney down the corridor, clicking louder now. A wheel bearing probably. Popil held open the swinging doors of the laboratory. As Hannibal had expected, the massive chest wounds occasioned by the Fresnes rifles had drained the body very well. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 It was ready for the cadaver tank. That procedure could have waited, but Hannibal was curious to see if Popil in the cadaver tank room might look even less like Louis Jourdan, and if the surroundings might affect his peachy complexion. It was a raw concrete space adjacent to the laboratory, reached through double doors with rubber seals. A round tank of formalin twelve feet in diameter was set into the floor and covered with a zinc lid. The lid had a series of doors in it on piano hinges. In one corner of the room an incinerator burned the waste of the day, an assortment of ears on this occasion. A chain hoist stood above the tank. The cadavers, tagged and numbered, each in a chain harness, were tethered to a bar around the circumference of the tank. A large fan with dusty blades was set into the wall. Hannibal started the fan and opened the heavy metal doors of the tank. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 He tagged the body and put it into a harness and with the hoist swung the body over the tank and lowered it into the formalin. "Did you come from Fresnes with him?" Hannibal said as the bubbles came up. "Yes." "You attended the execution?" "Yes." "Why, Inspector?" "I arrested him. If I brought him to that place, I attend." "A matter of conscience, Inspector?" "The death is a consequence of what I do. I believe in consequences. Did you promise Louis Ferrat laudanum?" |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 "Laudanum legally obtained." "But not legally prescribed." "It's a common practice with the condemned, in exchange for permission, I'm sure you know that." "Yes. Don't give it to him." "Ferrat is one of yours? You prefer him sober?" "Yes." "You want him to feel the full consequence, Inspector? Will you ask Monsieur Paris to take the cover off the guillotine so he can see the blade, sober, with his vision unclouded?" "My reasons are my own. What you will not do is give him laudanum. If I find him under the influence of laudanum you will never hold a medical license in France: Look at that with your vision unclouded." Hannibal saw that the room didn't bother Popil. He watched the inspector's duty come up in him. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 Popil turned away from him to speak. "It would be a shame, because you show promise. I congratulate you on your remarkable grades," Popil said. "You have pleased … your family would be and is very proud. Good night." "Good night, Inspector. Thank you for the opera tickets." EVENING IN PARIS, soft rain and the cobbles shining. Shopkeepers, closing for the night, directed the flow of the rainwater in the gutters to suit them with rolled scraps of carpet. The tiny windshield wiper on the medical school van was powered by manifold vacuum and Hannibal had to lift off the gas from time to time to clear the windshield on the short drive to La Sante Prison. He backed through the gate into the courtyard, rain falling cold on the back of his neck as he stuck his head out the van window to see, the guard in the sentry box not coming out to direct him. Inside the main corridor of La Sante, Monsieur Paris' assistant beckoned him into the room with the machine. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 The man was wearing an oilskin apron and had an oilskin cover on his new derby for the occasion. He had placed the splash shield before his station in front of the blade to better protect his shoes and cuffs. A long wicker basket lined with zinc stood beside the guillotine, ready for the body to be tipped into it. "No bagging in here, warden's orders," he said. "You'll have to take the basket and bring it back. Will it go in the van?" "Yes." "Had you better measure?" "No." "Then you'll take him all together. We'll tuck it under his arm. They're next door." In a whitewashed room with high barred windows Louis Ferrat lay bound on a gurney in the harsh light of overhead bulbs. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 The plank tipping board, the bascule, from the guillotine was under him. An IV was in his arm. Inspector Popil stood over Louis Ferrat, talking quietly to him, shading Ferrat's eyes from the glare with his hand. The prison doctor inserted a hypodermic into the IV and injected a small amount of clear fluid. When Hannibal came into the room Popil did not look up. "Remember Louis," Popil said. "I need for you to remember." Louis' rolling eye caught Hannibal at once. Popil saw Hannibal then and held up a hand for him to keep back. Popil bent close to Louis Ferrat's sweating face. "Tell me." |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 "I put Cendrine's body in two bags. I weighted them with plowshares, and the rhymes were coming-" "Not Cendrine, Louis. Remember Who told Klaus Barbie where the children were hidden, so he could ship them East? I want you to remember." "I asked Cendrine, I said, `Just touch it' but she laughed at me and the rhymes started coming-" "No! Not Cendrine," Popil said. "Who told the Nazis about the children?" "I can't stand to think about it." "You only have to stand it once more. This will help you remember." The doctor pushed a little more drug into Louis' vein, rubbing his arm to move the drug along. "Louis, you must remember. Klaus Barbie shipped the children to Auschwitz. Who told him where the children were hidden? Did you tell him?" Louis' face was grey. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 "The Gestapo caught me forging ration cards," he said. "When they broke my fingers, I gave them Pardou Pardou knew where the orphans were hidden. He got so much a head for them and kept his fingers. He's mayor of Trent-la-Fork now. I saw it, but I didn't help.They looked out of the back of the truck at me." "Pardou." Popil nodded. "Thank you, Louis." Popil started to turn from him when Louis said, "Inspector?" "Yes, Louis?" "When the Nazis threw the children into the trucks, where were the police?" Popil closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded to a guard, who opened the door into the guillotine room. Hannibal could see a priest and Monsieur Paris standing beside the machine. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 The executioner's assistant removed the chain and crucifix from around Louis' neck and put it in his hand, bound by his side. Louis looked at Hannibal. He lifted his head and opened his mouth. Hannibal went to his side and Popil did not try to stop him. "The money, Louis?" "St.-Sulpice. Not the poor box, the box for souls in Purgatory. Where's the dope?" "I promise." Hannibal had a vial of dilute tincture of opium in the pocket of his jacket. The guard and executioner's assistant officially looked away. Popil did not look away. |