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文章来源 毕业论文网 www.biyelunwen.com.cnDW.Jimmy the Kid文章来源 毕业论文网 www.biyelunwen.com.cn毕业论文1D0RTMUNDER, wearing black and carrying his canvas bag of burglar tools, walked across the rooftops from the parking garage on the corner. At the sixth roof, he looked over the front edge to be absolutely sure he was on the right building, and felt dizzy for just a second when he saw the distant street six stories down, floating like a ship in the glare of streetlights. Cars were parked along both sides, leaving one black lane open in the middle. A cab was going by down there, its yellow top glinting in the light. Behind the cab came a slow-moving police car; the unlit flasher dome on its roof looked like a piece of candy.And this was the right place. The furriers hanging sign was visible down there, right where it was supposed to be. Dortmunder, feeling a trifle queasy about the height, leaned back from the edge, carefully turned, and walked across the roof to the opposite side, where a fire escape led down into less dizzying darkness. The building backs were crammed so close together here that Dortmunder felt he could almost reach out and touch the grimy brick wall across the way, but all of the windows along here were dark. It was three oclock in the morning, so no one was up and about.Dortmunder went slowly down the fire escape. The canvas bag made muffled clanking sounds whenever it hit the fire escape railing, and he grimaced and clenched his teeth at every noise. Some of the windows he was passing belonged to storage lofts and other commercial enterprises, but some were apartments, this being the kind of Manhattan neighborhood where families and factories live side by side. He didnt want anybody to wake up, mistake him for a peeping torn, and shoot him.Second floor. A scarred metal door, painted black, led out to the fire escape, which stopped at this level. A metal ladder could be lowered for the last flight down, but Dortmunder didnt want the first-floor shop, he wanted the second-floor storage room. In almost total darkness, he put down the canvas bag, felt the door all over with his fingertips, and decided it would have to be a simple peeling operation. Noisy for a few seconds, but that couldnt be helped.Kneeling, he zipped open his bag and got the right tools out by sense of touch. The chisel. The small crowbar. The large screwdriver with the rubber handle.“Ssiss!”He paused. He looked around and- saw nothing but the darkness. It had sounded like somebody hissing at him.Probably a rat in a garbage can. Dortmunder stood, and prepared to wedge the chisel in at the top corner of the door.“Ssiss!”By God, that almost sounded human. Dortmunder, feeling the hair starting to stand up on the 文章来源 毕业论文网 www.biyelunwen.com.cnback of his neck, clutched the chisel like a weapon and looked around some more.“Ssiss! Dort-munder!”He almost dropped the chisel. The hisser had hissed his name, a sibilant whisper that made the name Dortmunder sound as though it were full of esses. Here in the darkness, with nobody around, somebody-some thing-was hissing his name.My guardian angel, he thought. But no; if he had a guardian angel, it would have given up on him years ago.Its Satan, he thought, hes come to get me. The hand holding the chisel trembled, and the chisel made little skittery rapping noises against the metal door.“Dortmunder, up here!”Up? Would Satan be above him? Wouldnt the devil be underneath? Blinking uncontrollably, Dortmunder looked up. Above him, the grillwork lines of the fire escape stood out dimly against the dull red light that New York City always casts up to its cloud cover at night. Something, some creature, was on the fire escape, one level above him, silhouetted vaguely against the red sky, looming over him like a gargoyle on a church roof.“Jesus!” Dortmunder whispered.“Dortmunder,” the creature hissed at him, “its me! Kelp!”“Oh, Jesus Christ!” Dortmunder said, and got so mad he forgot where he was and threw the chisel down. The clang it made when it hit the fire escape made him jump a foot.“For Petes sake, Dortmunder,” Kelp whispered, “dont be so noisy!”“Go away, Kelp,” Dortmunder said. He spoke in a normal tone of voice, not giving a damn about anything any more.“I want to talk to you,” Kelp whispered. “May told me where you were.”“May has a big mouth,” Dortmunder said, still speaking aloud.“So do you, fella!” a voice shouted from one or two buildings away. “How about turning it off so we can get some sleep!”Kelp whispered, “Come up here, Dortmunder, I want to talk to you.”“I dont want to talk to you,” Dortmunder said. He wasnt keeping his voice down at all; in fact, it was starting to go up. “I dont ever want to talk to you,” he said. “I dont even want to see you.”“How would you like to see some cops!” the voice yelled.“Oh, shut up!” Dortmunder yelled back.“Well see about that!”Somewhere, a window slammed.Urgent, shrill, Kelp whispered, “Dortmunder, come up here, will you? And keep
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