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1、Sonata for Harp and Bicycleby Joan AikenNo one is allowed to remain in the building after five p.m., Mr Manaby told his new assistant, showing himinto the little room that was like the inside of an egg carton.Why not?Directorial policy, said Mr Manaby. But that was not the real reason.Gaunt and soot
2、y, Grimes Buildings lurched up the side of a hill towards Clerkenwell. Every little officewithin its dim and crumbling exterior owned one tiny crumb of light such was the proud boast of thearchitect but towards evening the crumbs were collected, absorbed and demolished as by an immensevacuum cleaner
3、, and yielded to an uncontrollable mass of dark that came tumbling in through windows anddoors to take their place. Darkness infested the building like a flight of bats returning willingly to roost.Wash hands, please. Wash hands, please, the intercom began to bawl in the passage at fourfortyfive.Wit
4、hout much need of prompting the staff hustled like lemmings along the corridors to the green and bluetiledwashrooms that mocked the encroaching dusk with an illusion of cheerfulness.All papers into cases, please, the Tannoy warned, five minutes later. Look at your desks, ladies andgentlemen. Any doc
5、uments left lying about? Kindly put them away. Desks must be left clear and tidy.Drawers must be shut.A multitudinous shuffling, a rustling as of innumerable bluebottles might have been heard by the attentiveear after this injunctions, as the employees of Moreton Wold and Company thurst their papers
6、 intobriefcases, clipped statistical abstracts together and slammed them into filing cabinets; dropped discardedcopy into wastepaper baskets. Two minutes later, and not a desk throughout Grimes Buildings bore morethan its customary coating of dust.Hats and coats on, please. Hats and coats on, please
7、. Did you bring an umbrella? Have you left any shoppingon the floor?At three minutes to five the homegoing throng was in the lifts and on the stairs; a clattering staccatovoicedflood momentarily darkened the great double doors of the building, and then as the first faint notes of StPauls came echoin
8、g gaintly on the frosty air, to be picked up near at hand by the louder chime of StBiddulphs on the Wall, the entire premises of Moreton Wold stood empty.But why is it? Jason Ashgrove, the new copywriter, asked his secretary. Why are the staff herded out sofast in the evenings? Not that Im against i
9、t, mind you, I think its an admirable idea in many ways, but thereis the liberty of the individual to be considered, dont you think?Hush! Miss Golden, casting glance towards the door, held up her felttip in warning or reproof. You musntask that sort of question. When you are taken on the Established
10、 Staff youll be told. Not before.But I want to know now, said Jason in discontent. Do you know?Yes I do, Miss Golden answered tantalizingly. Come on, or we shant have done the Oat Crisp layout by aquarter to. And she stared firmly down at the copy in front of her, lips folded, candyfloss hair fallin
11、g overher face, lashes hiding eyes like peridots, a girl with a secret.Jason was annoyed. He rapped out a couple of rude and witty rhymes which Miss Golden let pass in awithering silence.What do you want for Christmas, Miss Golden? Sherry? Fudge? Bath cubes?I want to go away with a clear conscience
12、about Oat Crisps, Miss Golden retorted. It was not true; what shechiefly wanted was Mr Jason Ashgrove, but had not realized this yet.Come on, dont be a tease! Im sure you havent been on the Established Staff all that long, he coaxed her.What happens when one is taken on, anyway? Does the Managing Di
13、rector have us up for a confidentialchat? Or are we given a little book called The Awful Secret of Grimes Buildings?Miss Golden wasnt telling. She opened her desk drawer and took out a white towel and a cake of rosy soap.Wash hands, please! Wash hands, please!Jason was frustrated. Youll be sorry, he
14、 said. I shall do something desperate.Oh no, you mustnt! Her eyes were large with fright. She ran from the room and was back within a coupleof minutes, still drying her hands.If I took you out to dinner; wouldnt you give me just a tiny hint?Side by side Miss golden and Mr Ashgrove ran along the gree
15、nfloored corridors, battled down the whitemarble stairs, among the hundred other employees from the tenth floor, and the nine hundred from thefloors below.He saw her lips move as she said something, but in the clatter of two thousand feet the words were lost. . . fffireescape, he heard, as they came
16、 into the momentary hush of the coircarpeted entrance hall. And. . . its to do with a bicycle. A bicycle and a harp.I dont understand.Now they were in the street, chilly with the winterdusk smells of celery on barrows, of sweptup leavesheaped in faraway parks, and cold layers of dew sinking among th
17、e withered evening primroses in thebuilding sites. London lay about them wreathed in twilt mystery and fading against the barred and smokysky. Like a ninth wave the sound of traffic overtook and swallowed them.Please tell me!But, shaking her head, she stepped on to a scarlet homebound bus and was bo
18、rne again from him.Jason stood undecided on the pavement, with the crowds dividng round him as round the pier of a bridge.He scratched his head and looked about him for guidance.An ambulance clanged, a taxi screeched, a drill stuttered, a siren wailed on the river, a door slammed, a vanhooted, and c
19、lose beside his ear a bicycle bell tinkled its tiny warning.A bicycle, she had said. A bicycle and a harp.Jason turned and stared at Grimes Buildings.Somewhere, he knew, there was a back way in, a service entrance. He walked slowly past the main doors,with their tubs of snowy chrysanthemums, and on
20、up Glass Street. A tiny furtive wedge of darknessbeckoned him, a snicket, a hacket, an alley carved into the thickness of the building. It was so narrow that atany moment, it seemed, the overtopping walls would come together and squeeze it out of existence.Walking as softly as an Indian, Jason passe
21、d through it, slid by a file of dustbins, and found the foot of thefireescape. Iron treads rose into the mist, like an illustration to a Gothic fairytale.He began to climb.When he had mounted to the ninth storey he paused for breath. It was a lonely place. The lighting consistedof a dim bulb at the
22、foot of every flight. A well of gloom sank beneath him. The cold fingers of the windnagged and fluttered at the edges of his jacket, and he pulled the string of the firedoor and edged inside.Grimes Buildings were triangular, with the street forming the base of the triangle, and the fireescape thepoi
23、nt. Jason could see two long passages coming towards him, meeting at an acute angle where he stood. Hestarted down the lefthand one, tiptoeing in the cavelike silence. Nowhere was there any sound, except forthe faraway drip of a tap. No precautions were taken. Burglars gave the place a wide berth.Ja
24、son opened a door at random; then another. Offices lay everywhere about him, empty and forbidding.Some held lipstickstained tissues, spilt powder, and orangepeel; other were still foggy with cigarettesmoke. Here was a directors suite of rooms a desk like half an acre of frozen lake, inchthick carpet
25、, roses,and the smell of cigars. here was a conference room with scattered squares of doodled blottingpaper. Allequally empty.He was not sure when he first began to notice the bell. Telephone, he thought at first, and then heremembered that all the outside lines were disconnected at five. And this b
26、ell, anyway, had not theregularity of a telephones double ring: there was a tinkle, and then silence: a long ring, and then silence: awhole volley of rings together, and then silence.Jason stood listening, and fear knocked against his ribs and shortened his breath. He knew that he mustmove or be par
27、alysed by it. He ran up a flight of staris and found himself with two more endless greencorridors beckoning him like a pair of dividers.Another sound now: a waft of icethin notes, riffling up an arpeggio like a flurry of sleet. Far away down thepassage it echoed. Jason ran in pursuit, but as he ran
28、the music receded. He circled the building, but it alwaysoutdistanced him, and when he came back to the stairs, he heard it fading away on the storey below.He hesitated, and as he did so, heard once more the bell: the bicycle bell. It was approaching him fast,bearing down on him, urgent, menacing. H
29、e could hear the pedals, almost see the shimmer of an invisiblewheel. Absurdly, he was reminded of the insistent clamour of an icecream vendor, summoning children on asultury Sunday afternoon.There was a little firemans alcove beside him, with buckets and pumps. He hurdled himself into it. The bells
30、topped beside him, and then there was a moment while his heart tried to shake itself loose in his chest. Hewas looking into two eyes carved out of expressionless air; he was held by two hands knotted together outof the width of dark.Daisy? Daisy? came the whisper. Is it you, Daisy? Have you come to
31、give me your answer?Jason tried to speak, but no words came.Its not Daisy! Who are you? The sibilants were full of threat. You cant stay here! This is private property.He was thrust algon the corridor. It was like being pushed by a whirlwind the firedoor opened ahead ofhim without a touch, and he wa
32、s on the openwork platform, clutching the slender rail. Still the hands wouldnot let him go.How about it? the whisper mocked him. How about jumping? Its an easy death compared with some.Jason looked down into the smoky void. The darkness nodded to him like a familiar.You wouldnt be much loss, would
33、you? What have you got to live for?Miss Golden, Jason thought. She would miss me. And the syllables Berenice Golden lingered in the air like achime. Drawing on some unknown deposit of courage he shook himself loose from the holding hands, andran down the fireescape without looking back.Next morning
34、when Miss Golden, crisp, fragrant and punctual, shut the door of Room 92 behind her, shestopped short by the hatpegs with a horrified gasp.Mr Ashgrove! Your hair!It makes me look very distinguished, dont you think? he saidIt did indeed have this effect, for his Byronic dark cut had changed to a stip
35、ped silver.How did it happen? Youve not her voice sank to a whisper Youve not been in Grimes Buildings afterdark?What if I have?Have you?Miss Golden Berenice, he said earnestly. Who was Daisy? I can see that you know. Tell me her story.Did you see him? she asked faintly.Him?William Heron the Wailing
36、 Watchman. Oh, she exlaimed in terror. I can see that you must have. Then youare doomed doomed!If Im doomed, said Jason, lets have a coffee and you tell me more about it.It all happened over fifty years ago, said Berenice, as she spooned out coffee powder with distractedextravagance. Heron was the n
37、ight watchman in this building, patrolling the corridors from dusk to dawnevery night on his bicycle. He fell in love with a Miss Bell who taught the harp. She rented a room this room and gave lessons in it. She began to reciprocate his love, and they used to share a picnic supper every nightat elev
38、en, and shed stay on a while to keep him company. It was an idyll, among the firebuckets and thefurnacepipes.On Christmas Eve he had summoned up the courage to propose to her. The day before he had told her thathe was going to ask her a very important question. Next night he came to the Buildings wi
39、th a huge bunch ofroses and a bottle of wine. But Miss Bell turned up.The explanation was simple. Miss Bell, of course, had been losing a lot of sleep through her nocturnalromance, as she gave lessons all day, and so she used to take a nap in her musicroom between seven andten every evening, to save
40、 going home. In order to make sure that she would wake up, she persuaded herfather, a distant relation of Graham Bell who shared some of the more famous Bells mechanical ingenuity, toinstall an alarm device, kind of a telephone, in her room, which called her every evening at ten. She was fartoo mode
41、st and shy to let Heron know that she spent those hours actually in the building, and to give him thechance of waking her himself.Alas! On this important evening the gadget failed and she never woke up. Telephones were in their infancyat that time, you must remember.Heron waited and waited. At last,
42、 mad with grief an jealousy, having rung up her home and discovered thatshe was not there, he concluded that she had rejected him, ran to the fireescape, and cast himself off it,holding the roses and the bottle of wine. He jumped from the tenth floor.Daisy did not long survive him, but pined away so
43、on after; since that day their ghosts have haunted GrimesBuildings, he vainly patrolling the corridors in his bicycle in search of her, she playing her harp in the smallroom she rented. But they never meet. And anyone who meets the ghost of William Heron will himselfwithin five days leap down from t
44、he same fatal fireescape.She gazed at him with tragic eyes.In that case we mustnt lose a minute, said Jason and he enveloped her in an embrace as prolonged as itwas ardent. Looking down at the gossamer hair sprayed across his shoulder, he added, Just the same, it is apreposterous situation. Firstly,
45、 I have no intention of jumping of the fireescape here, however, herepressed a shudder as he remembered the cold, clutching hands of the evening before And secondly, I findit quite nonsensical that those two inefficient ghosts have spent fifty years in this building without comingacross each other.
46、We must remedy the matter, Berenice. We must not begrudge our newfound happinessto others.He gave her another kiss so impassioned that the electric typewriter against which they were leaning beganchattering to itself in a frenzy of enthusiasm.This very evening, he went on, looking at his watch, we w
47、ill put matters right for that unhappy couple, andthen, if I really have only five more days to live, which I dont for one moment believe, we will proceed tospend them togehter, my bewitching Berenice, in the most advantageous manner possible.She nodded, spellbound.Can you work a switchboard? She no
48、dded again. My love, you are perfection itself. Meet me in theswitchboard room, then, at ten this evening. I would say, have dinner with me, but I shall need to make oneor two purchases and see an old R A F friend. You will be safe from Herons curse in the switchboard room ifhe always keeps to the corridors.I would rather meet him
