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美国故事Double Cross的听写修改稿及其中译文

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AMERICAN STORIES

Double Cross

作者:Joy Ray

 

SHEP O'NEAL:

(MUSIC)

Now, the VOA Special English program AMERICAN STORIES.

Our story today is called "Double Cross". It was written by Joy Ray. Here is Maurice Joyce with the story.

MAURICE JOYCE:

Janet pulled the page from her typewriter and looked nervously at her wristwatch. It was almost time from the inner office came sounds of her boss preparing to leave. The sounds of doors opening and closing. These sounds were well-known to her after eight years as his secretary. Then her boss himself stood at the door, pushing a long arm into his topcoat. She saw how good he looked in his gray suit. It seemed just right against his graying hair.

"Good night, Mr. Mason." she said with a weak smile.

"Good night, Janet. I'll see you Monday morning as usual."

He was quick and friendly. Perhaps, she only imagined the look of concern in his eyes as he walked out.

Janet covered her typewriter. She pulled a lipstick and mirror from her purse. Her hands were cold and shaky when she began to redden her lips and ran a comb through her hair. There would be no time to stop at the women's rest room this evening to do this. She felt a terror slowly rising up inside herself. How could she ever go through with it? But she knew she must. It was too late to retreat. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a knitting basket and a ball of wool with needles sticking out. At the bottom of the basket, lay three microfilms, each in a metal case. She stared at them, feeling guilty. She felt her nerve shocked as the whistle blew. She stuffed the wool back into the basket. She seized her purse and took a last look around the office. Then she walked into the hall filled with secretaries and clerks hurrying home, doors opened and more workers walked out into the hall. The click of high-heels made the pounding of Janet's heart seemed louder as she moved along with the crowd. It was likely every Friday. There was a noisy excitement in the air. Everyone was in a hurry to leave their desks. The weekend lay ahead.

Janet held her purse in one hand with the knitting basket hooked over her wrist. She pushed away outside into the afternoon sunshine. "Easy, now." she told herself. She stopped to let the crowd flow past her. As she looked ahead down the long ramp leading to the guard's gate, her heart sank. Beside the regular guard Scotty, there was a guard she never saw before. He was helping Scotty inspect the people moving through the gate, he looked at their passes and badges. He peered into their purses and lunch pails more carefully than Scotty it seemed.

Janet retreated to the doorway of the building, as a rule, she did not leave so early and had forgotten that an extra guard was stationed at the gate at this hour. She noticed how tightly she was holding her purse. "Be calm," she said to herself, "be natural. Everything depends on getting through that gate."

Getting the microfilm had been easy enough with her security clearance but getting them pass the guard would be the test. She remembered how she and her husband Charles had gone over step by step what she was to do. They had prepared for a month. It'd sounded easy when Charles has given her the plan. He had worked it all out even before he told her what he wanted her to do. It was well-known that Janet was still a young bride. It seemed natural, therefore, to use a knitting basket to smuggle the films out of the plant. They chose the month when her old friend Scotty, the senior guard on the force, took his turn at the gate. She had spent the whole past month working on it. She often left the plant late and stopped at the gate to chat with him. She talked about his boy who was in the navy and she spoke about the little thing she was knitting. A few times, she tested him by being chatty, saying nothing about the knitting and then passing the knitting through without inspection.

The crowd at the gate got thin and the extra guard waved to Scotty as he moved off in the opposite direction. Janet closed her eyes a second and took a deep breath. Now, as naturally as possible, she moved down the ramp. She hoped the smile on her face did not appear as stiff as it felt.

She swallowed twice before she greeted her friend. "Hello! Scotty! How are you? "

She felt a rush of guilt as a grin broke across his face browned by the sun.

"Good evening Mrs. Heath, you are early tonight."

"Yes, my husband is meeting me, Scotty." She held out her pass with her picture on it, and pulled back her coat so he could see her badge pinned to her dress.

Scotty nodded, "How's the knitting?  

"This was it!" She removed a baby's woolen bootee and held it out for his inspection. "I finished this one but haven't done much on the other," a horn honked. "Oh, there is my husband, I’ve to run. Good night, Scotty." She wondered if her voice sounded as shaky to him as it did to her own ears. She crushed the bootee back into the basket and squeezed past the guardhouse. She half ran along the sidewalk. Scotty's good night followed her.

She forced herself to remain calm and slow down. She walked toward the green car parked at the curb. It's motor running. She was shaking so much. She could not turn the handle of the door. Charles reached over to open it for her and she slid into the seat beside him.

He looked at her, "Did you get them?" His voice was tense. He showed the pressure he must have been feeling while sitting there waiting for her to come through the gate. "Yes," she nodded with a dead feeling.

"Good girl, I knew you could do it." The car moved off into the traffic.

"Did you have any trouble getting the stuff?" Charles was pleasant again and gave her a cigarette. "Just try to relax," he said, "everything is all right. I will drop you off at the apartment as planed and then deliver the microfilms." He turned on the radio, "maybe some music will calm you."

At last, the car turned into a quiet street. Charles reached into the knitting basket and took the three shiny disks. He put them inside his coat pocket, then handed her the basket. He kissed her, "See you later." She entered her apartment like a person in a fog. She crossed to the wide window and looked out. Her husband's green car was pulling away from the stop light at the end of the street. She looked up and down in the street and then saw what she was looking for - a black car moved out from the driveway beyond the apartment house and followed her husband.

Behind the black car was another one inside the car was her boss. "Well," she said to the empty room, "that's that." But she continued standing looking out into the street, long after the three cars had disappeared from sight. She still felt numb, dead. She wondered when she would begin to feel something, the pain and guilt of a wife who had betrayed her husband. She thought back over everything that led up to that betrayal to the night less than six weeks after their marriage. She lay with her head on his arm and his hand gently stroked her hair. He confessed to her his connections and told her what he expected her to do. She remembered the horror she felt over this terrible request, the shock and disbelief. Her instinct had been to cry out to rebel, but some inner voice had warned her to be careful. This was something bigger than just herself and her marriage. A marriage now broken into little pieces and it had been something bigger than herself which made her tell her boss the facts. His calmness quieted her. She was able later to listen to a plan he developed together with the FBI for her to go along with her husband's plans.

It was almost dark outside when she turned from the window and reached for a table lamp. She crossed the room she had shared with Charles Heath. She took off her coat and opened a door to the clothes closet. She reached for a clothes hanger. Suddenly she stopped. One side of the closet was empty. All his clothes were gone. She looked around the room, all his things were gone as if there never had been such a person as Charles Heath. She was sharply hit by the full meaning of the situation. Charles had never meant to return. She had just been his tool, married her for his purpose. She wondered how many other tools there had been before her. She started to laugh, then, her laughter turned into sobs, great heaving sobs and she threw herself across the bed. As she gave in to her misery, there was a fleeting thought - I will cry tonight, tomorrow I'll call my lawyer.

(MUSIC)

SHEP O'NEAL:

You have heard the story "Double Cross". It was written by Joy Ray. It was published in anthology of short short stories volume 6 copyright Robert Oberfirst. All rights reserved. Your storyteller was Maurice Joyce. This is Shep O'Neal.

  

双重间谍

作者:乔伊·雷

Bluesky 

 

沙普·欧尼尔(节目主持人):

现在是美国之音特别钱柜娱乐qg999节目:美国故事。

今天,我们播讲的故事是《双重间谍》,此故事由乔伊·雷创作,下面由莫里斯·乔伊斯播讲。

莫里斯·乔伊斯:

珍妮特从打印机上取下了那张打印纸,紧张地看了一下手表,已经是她的老板准备离开事务所开门和关门的声音了。作为他的秘书,这些声音对她来说,工作了八年之后,是再熟悉不过的了。然后,她的老板站在了门口,将一只长长的胳膊塞进他的轻便大衣口袋内,他向他那灰色的衣服看去,觉得非常好,似乎正好与他那灰色的头发相适应。

“祝你晚安,梅森先生,”她带点儿轻微的笑容说道。

“祝你晚安,珍妮特,下个星期一和通常一样再见。”

他说的相当快而且又十分友好。或许,他只是在脑子中想象到:当他走出去时,他的眼神是关心的模样。

珍妮特将打印机盖好,从她的手提包中拿出一瓶口红和一面镜子。当她向嘴唇打口红,然后再用梳子梳头发时,她的两手有点发抖并且还有点儿冰凉。今天晚上在女士休息室没有时间做这些事了。她内心里渐渐产生了恐惧心理。她怎样才能把这件事完成呢?她心中十分清楚,一定要完成,要想撤销已经太晚了。她伸手拉开一个抽屉,拿出了一个编织篮子和一团羊毛线,毛线针还穿在上面。篮子的最下面,放着三个缩微胶卷,每卷都用金属外壳装着。她把它们盯着,心中感到有罪。她觉到神经受到了震动,好像哨子在吹一样。她又把毛线放进篮子内,抓起了她的手提包,将办公室四周扫了最后一眼,然后走进大厅,里面全都是书记和文书,都在匆匆忙忙地准备下班回家,各办公室的门都打开了,越来越多的工作人员走出办公室来到大厅。那些高跟鞋发出的嘀嗒声,使珍妮特的心也发出咚咚的响声,当她跟随人群一起走动时,这声音觉得越来越大了。每个星期五很可能就是如此,在空中有一种喧闹的噪音,每个人都急急忙忙地离开他们的书桌,周末即将到来了。

珍妮特一只手拿着手提包,编织篮子挂在她的手腕上,一边向外面走去,沐浴着下午的阳光。“现在是多么舒适啊!”她自言自语地说道,站在那里不动,让人群从她身旁擦肩而过,珍妮特向前看那长长的、通向警卫大门的斜坡时,她的心一下子沉了下来。在那定期值勤的警卫斯科蒂的身边,有一个警卫是她之前从未见过的,他正在帮助斯科蒂检查出大门的人群,他看人们的通行证以及徽章,他还查看人们的手提包和午餐桶,看来比斯科蒂还要仔细认真。

珍妮特退回到大楼的门口道上,一般来说,她是不会走得很早的,她已经忘记了在这个时候有另外一个警卫在大门口守卫着。她注意到正紧紧地握着自己的手提包。“要镇静,”她自己对自己说道,“要自然,一切事情就是要保正顺利通过警卫大门。”

由于她负责安全调查,弄到缩微胶卷是相当容易的,但是要把这些东西顺利地通过检查,那就十分困难了。她还记得她和她的丈夫查尔斯是怎样一步一步仔细检查他们必须要进行的过程,他们已经准备了一个月。查尔斯给她的一个计划时,那听起来是多么的容易,甚至她的丈夫告诉她如何做所要做的事之前,她就已经全力以赴地干起来了。珍妮特到现在仍然还是一个年轻的新娘子,这是众所周知的。因此,她使用一个编织篮子偷带缩微胶卷出工厂也就很自然地不被怀疑了。他们选择了这个月,这段时间,轮到她的老朋友斯科蒂在大门值勤,他是有影响力的高级警卫。在这方面,她已经花了整整一个月的时间。她时常很晚才离开工厂,在大门口停下来同斯科蒂聊天,她谈到他的孩子是在海军里面服役,并其她还提到正在编织的小东西。有几次,由于同他讲闲话,顺利地通过了他的检查,关于编织的东西,什么也没说,然后,将编织的东西予以通过,而未作任何检查。

大门口的人群渐渐稀少了,那另外一个辅助警卫向斯科蒂挥手致意,以相反的方向走开了。珍妮特闭了一下眼睛,深深吸了一口气。现在,要尽可能放松下来,她向斜坡走去,希望在脸上的微笑不再显得人们感觉的那么呆板。

在她向朋友打招呼之前,喉咙里吞了两次涎水。“你好,斯科蒂!近来身体还好么?”

在她那被太阳晒成棕色的脸上露齿而笑时,她感到一股有罪的情绪涌上了心头。

“晚上好,希思夫人,你今天晚上出厂早一些啊。”

“是的,我的丈夫要见我,斯科蒂。”她把通行证举在手中,上面还有她的照片,然后扯回外套,以便他能看到徽章是用别针固定在她衣服上的。

斯科蒂点了点头,“你编织的东西怎么样啊?”

“这就是的!”她拿开婴儿的一只毛线鞋子,把篮子举起来让他检查。“我已经打好了一只,还有一只没完工,”此时车子响起了喇叭声。“噢,我的丈夫在那边来了,我得赶紧走了,祝你晚安,斯科蒂。”她不知道她的嗓音听起了是否像她自己耳朵听到的那样在颤抖。她把幼儿小毛线鞋放进篮子里面,挤过警卫室。她沿着斜道打起小跑来,斯科蒂说的“祝你晚安”还在她的耳后响起。

她强迫自己保持冷静,使心情平静下来,向停在路边的绿色小汽车匆忙走去,汽车的发动机仍然在运转,她浑身抖动得十分厉害,不能打开车门,查尔斯伸手帮她打开了,她钻进车子里面,在她旁边的座位上坐了下来。

查尔斯看着她,“你把所需的东西弄到了么?”他的声音很紧张,当他坐在车中等候她从警卫大门出来时,其心情一直感到有很大的压力。

“弄到了,”她带着一种呆板的表情点了点头。

“好姑娘,我知道你能办到的。”小汽车启动后加入到了交通的行列之中。

“你弄这个材料时遇到麻烦没有?”查尔斯又高兴起来,递给她一支香烟。“现在要松弛松弛,”他说道,“一切都很顺利。我要按照计划把你丢在住宅楼里,然后,再把缩微胶卷转交出去。”他打开了收音机,“或许一些音乐会使你平静下来。”

小车最终转弯来到一条安静的街道,查尔斯将手伸进编织篮里,取出发亮的三个碟子,将它们放进大衣口袋内,然后,把篮子交给了她,将她亲吻了一下。“稍后再见。”她像一个迷迷糊糊的人一样走进她的住宅单元楼,她透过宽大的窗户向外看,她丈夫的绿色小汽车,在街头上正在从红灯那里离开。她看了街这端又看街那端,随后看到了她正在要找的那辆小汽车,一辆黑色轿车从远处的住宅楼车道缓缓驶出来,后面跟着的是她丈夫的小车。

在黑色小车后面还有另一辆车,里面坐的是他的老板。“喔!”她对着空房子说道,“原来是这样的。”然而,三辆轿车从视野中消失之后很久,她还在那里发呆,痴痴地站在那里。她不知道什么时候开始感到有什么东西,一个做妻子的痛苦和罪过,她已经背叛了她的丈夫。她回忆每一件事,导致她那天晚上背叛的原因,他们结婚后还不到六个星期。她躺在那里,把头放在他的胳臂上,而他的手轻轻地抚摸她的头发。他看向她坦白承认他的亲密关系和私通,并告诉她说,他希望她能同意这样做。她回忆起那种恐惧感,她感到对这一要求的恐惧、震惊与不相信。她那本能的直觉已经使她反抗地哭了起来,然而,内心中产生的声音已经警告她要小心。这比她本身,以及她的婚姻甚至还重大的事。婚姻现在已经弄得支离破碎。比她本身更大的事是使得她要告诉她的老板事实真相。他的稳重使她平静了下来,她后来能够听到他同联邦调查局在一起因为她而制订的一个计划,此计划连同她丈夫的计划是在一起的。

当她从窗户转身时,外面已经黑定了,她伸手去开桌子上的台灯。她去到已经同查尔斯·希思在一起住的那间寝室,脱下她的外套,打开了衣柜的一扇门,伸手去拿悬挂在里面的一件衣服。突然间,她停止不动了,衣柜的一面是空的,他的所有衣服全都不见了,她向室内四周看了看,所有的东西全都不见了,仿佛这房间从来就没有查尔斯·希思这么一个人的似的。她被充满这样的局面猛烈地受到了打击。查尔斯的意思就是再也不会返回到这套住宅里来了。她已经成了他的御用工具,为了他个人的目的,才同她结婚。她不知道在她之前,究竟还有多少其他工具。然后,她开始笑了起来,她的笑声又变成了悲伤,巨大而沉痛的悲伤,她横向倒在床上,当她向悲伤屈服时,脑子中突然产生了瞬间的念头:今天晚上我要痛哭一场,明天再向律师打电话。

沙普·欧尼尔(节目主持人):

大家刚才听到的故事是《双重间谍》,此故事由乔伊·雷创作,原故事刊登在小小说的故事集第六卷之中,版权归罗伯特·欧伯弗斯特所有,保留版权。故事的讲述者为莫里斯·乔伊斯,本次节目主持人是沙普·欧尼尔。

 

说明:此故事的文本并非属于美国之音发布的正式文稿,本人根据网友的听写稿(请参见UNSV网站200845日的节目)做了进一步修改,按照美国之音发布的正式文稿的格式再次在此网站上发布,并将英文文稿译成中文,英文的听写修改稿与本人的中文译文,肯定还有一些错误,希望广大网友看后给予批评并提出修改意见。

 

 

 

 

 

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