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1、DW.Jimmy the Kid文章来源 毕业论文网 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 fo
2、r 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 pol
3、ice 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 ac
4、ross 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
5、 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
6、 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 fir
7、e 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 w
8、ould 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 not
9、hing 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 back of his neck
10、, 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
11、 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
12、!”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 o
13、n 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 thr
14、ew 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 whispe
15、red. “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 tal
16、k 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!”Somewhe
17、re, a window slammed.Urgent, shrill, Kelp whispered, “Dortmunder, come up here, will you? And keep it low, youre gonna get us in trouble.”Not keeping it low, Dortmunder said, “Im not going up there, youre going away. Im going to stay down here and do my work.”“Youre on the wrong floor,” Kelp whisper
18、ed.Dortmunder, bending down and feeling around for his chisel, frowned and looked up at the vague figure against the gray-red clouds. “I am not,” he said.“Its-theres an extra-thats the basement down there?“The what?” Dortmunders hand found the chisel. He straightened, holding it, and frowned down in
19、to impenetrable darkness. There was another story down there, he was sure of it. So this was the second floor.But Kelp whispered, “Why do you think Im waiting up here?. Count down from the roof if you dont believe me. Youre gonna break into the store.”“Im just in the same block with you,” Dortmunder
20、 said, “and things get screwed up.”A light went on in a window, off to the left. Kelp, more urgently, whispered, “Come up here! You want to get caught?”“Okay, fella,” the voice shouted, “you asked for it. The cops are on the way.”Another voice yelled, “Why dont you people shut up?”The first voice ye
21、lled, “It isnt me! Its those other clowns!”“You got the biggest voice I can hear!” shouted voice number two.“How would you like to go screw yourself?” voice number one wanted to know.Another yellow window appeared. A third voice yelled, “How would the two of you like to go drown yourselves?”“Dortmun
22、der,” Kelp whispered. “Come on, come on.” Voice number two was making a suggestion to voice number three. Voice number one was yelling to somebody named Mary to call the cops again. A voice number four entered the chorus, and two more windows sprang out of the darkness. It was getting very bright ba
23、ck here.Dortmunder, grumbling, muttering, annoyed into futile silence, went down on one knee and stolidly repacked his canvas bag. “A simple burglary,” he told himself. “Kelp shows up. Cant even do a simple burglary.” Around him the neighborhood argument raged. People in pajamas were leaning out of
24、windows, shaking their fists at one another. Dortmunder zipped up the bag and got to his feet. “A simple quiet little peaceful job,” he muttered. “Kelp shows up.” Carrying the bag, he started back up the fire escape.Kelp was waiting, one flight up. There was another black metal door there, standing
25、open, and Kelp made host like gestures for Dortmunder to go in, but Dortmunder ignored him and went right on by. Going past, he caught a glimpse of furs hanging on racks inside there; so he really had been on the wrong floor. That didnt improve his disposition.Kelp said, “Where you going?” There was
26、nt any point in whispering now, not with everybody else in the neighborhood shouting at once, so Kelp spoke in an ordinary voice.Dortmunder didnt answer. He went on up the fire escape. He became aware after half a flight that Kelp was following him, and he considered turning around and telling h1