Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

Quesetti has been questioned by the police hundreds of times, but this is the first time he has encountered an officer who is not a close relative of his.He found it much easier to lie to strangers, especially if they were wary of him.They were all huddled in the living room of his house: Agent Murray on the couch; Agent Fernandez in the armchair opposite, holding a notepad; Brocade armchair, cups and trays on coffee table.Behind Quesetti is a huge oil painting of the legendary police officer, Detective Queseetti, in a medal-laden uniform, surrounded by his young family. When the two policemen were interrogating, their eyes occasionally drifted to this oil painting.They can't come hard.In any case, in addition to assisting Sidney.Glaser's property, the Brace Godo manuscript, had been sold to unauthorized users, Quesetti had done nothing wrong, and the police were not pressing him now.They wanted to do a routine investigation of Bustreau, because they saw Quesetti's name in the log book, so they asked questions according to the usual practice.They were a little interested in Lori because she had suddenly disappeared, but when Quesetti told them about the letter from London, the police were not interested in her, and it was not illegal to go abroad.Quesetti knew that it was best not to let them have any speculation about the murder. The police were not here to provide information, but to inquire about intelligence.They stayed for about twenty minutes, sometimes in memory of the late old Sergeant Quesetti, and left happily.

With a sister who was a policeman, things were different.Forty minutes later the second sister, Patty, came, and Quesetti was willing to confess to her that he was but a small part of the victim's life.He asked: What do you think?Means to refer to her fellow police officers, but also glances at his mother as she speaks. Well, this guy is British and gay.Patty said they guessed the sex games were overdone. I don't think so.Quesetti said. What, you slept with him?Sister asked: Do you know all his eccentricities? No, do you have any?The first time I saw him I thought, well, Patty would like him, he's fat and sweaty and bald

This is an allusion to her husband Jerry.Duran.In the Quesetti family, physical imperfection was the common denominator between siblings, Patty.Duran himself suffered a lot growing up.She has a strong face, like her father in the oil painting, and she is also very strong, and she has inherited her father's black hair, but her blue eyes are like her mother's. How can you say that about others.Patty said she reached out and pinched out the loose lump of Quesetti's belt, deftly.He slapped her hand away and said: No, I mean serious, I think you know that man got into a big money scam years ago and he scammed me out of this valuable manuscript , which shows that he is not a good person.

So what's the point? I have no idea.Quesetti said: But look at his behavior pattern, he lied to me and went to England; Lori left her old life and disappeared to England, at least that's what she said in that letter, that letter Eighth or nine out of ten letters are bullshit.Buszrow then returned to New York and was tortured to death.Was there any manuscript found on him? I don't know, it's not my case. Well, if not, that's the motive for the crime. How much is that manuscript worth? It's hard to say, Aunt Fanny said that the bidding might reach 50,000 yuan. Hearing this, Detective Duran raised an eyebrow and pursed his lower lip. That's a lot of money.

Compared with the real value, that is just a drop in the bucket. What's the meaning? Quesetti looks at Mama, shall we tell her? Unless you want her to beat you until you tell the truth.Mary Pegg said. Quesetti then told her sister everything they knew, including the hints contained in Bracegard's letters.Patty turned to her mother after listening, do you believe this? I don't know, said Mary Pegg, and Fanny said that the original we have is indeed from the seventeenth century, so Bracegordo's letter must be from that period as well.It is very likely that there really was William.Some Shakespeare play is hidden somewhere, unknown to anyone.Maybe Buscher had some idea, maybe he didn't, maybe he told someone when he went to England to look for it, and then the word got to other people, and they committed murder for money.

Mom, there are many possibilities.I don't like that Xiao Ai is involved in this chain of events related to a very tragic murder, and now he is involved in a missing woman. what do you mean?Queser asked. I'm just inferring from the police's point of view, and if we assume for a moment that the murder wasn't purely a sex game, as the cops undertook it, it looks more like a hoax, like Bustrow's earlier troubles.Someone stuffed something suspicious into an ancient book and it was discovered by someone. This woman, Lori, is determined to sell the thing to Busch. You are shaking your head.

Quesetti did shake his head, and then he said, kind of sarcastically, No, it wasn't a fake when I found out, Patty, I was there, and it was a total accident that the books were damaged in the fire and then opened event. True, but she might have prepared the papers in advance and pretended to find them in a book. Slip it into a book somehow and pray there's a fire?It's crazy, I've seen her pull those papers out of those book covers. Oh, what proof is that!Any crook can drop the package.Sorry, but when I hear about secret treasures and mysterious manuscripts, I clung to my wallet.

This is ridiculous, Quesetti raised his voice a little, this is a real manuscript, written by a real person, and the riddle is a real riddle, if you don't believe it just ask Aunt Fanny, or Mr Clim . Klimt? Yes, our new guest, he lives in your previous room. Patty glanced at her mother.Mom said: Don't give me that police look, he's a respectable Polish gentleman, and he's helping us decipher the letters.I must say that your paranoia is way too high, and it's not fair to your brother to talk like that. All right.said Patty, suppressing a sigh.If you intervene between Mary Pegg and her children, you will definitely lose, but if a guy with a good tongue comes to the door with a package, saying that it is a Shakespeare manuscript, and he wants to take a deposit of 10,000 yuan first

Please, stop joking.Mother and son spoke almost at the same time.It was funny, and relieved the tense atmosphere.The family detective went on to say that she would follow the Bustrow case as closely as her duties and department rules allowed, and would let them know of any relevant findings. As soon as she left, Mary Pegg said: I'm going to see if Rudy needs a cup of coffee, I think he's up all night again. Lardy?When did you know him well enough to call each other nicknames? Mind your own business!Mary Pegg said.When she came out of the kitchen, leaving Quesetti alone, thinking his mother had nothing to do with romance, she went off to work.In the store, Mr. Glaser kept talking about how shocking it was that someone he knew would be murdered, while Quesetti had to hide that he knew another side of Bustrow.Such things, Glaser said, symbolize the destruction of the city and of Western civilization.When he came home that night, he smelled the strong stew as soon as he walked in, his mother and Ladislo.Klimt was drinking sherry and laughing in the kitchen, and she wasn't sitting on his lap, but Quesetti wouldn't be surprised to see the atmosphere in the room.The room was hazy with steam, but not all from the stew on the stove.

Hi, honey, said Mary Peg, have a glass of sherry.Quesetti had never heard his mother welcome him home this way.He looked at his mother and thought she looked ten years younger, with bright pink on her cheeks and a hint of tension in her eyes, as if she was a girl again, making love to boys on the porch, next to her. Nosy dad.Klimt stood up and held out his hand, shaking his hand formally.Quesetti felt as if he were in the middle of a movie that wasn't the kind of family comedy he would direct or want to see: a single mother falls in love with the wrong man, and the kids plot to break them up, only to find out

Quesetti wanted to sort out this uncomfortable feeling and express his position.But Mary Pegg had already spoken: I was telling Ruddy that you were interested in Polish cinema, he knew a lot. Really, Quesetti said politely. There was a jug full of red wine in the corner as usual, and he went to help himself fill a full glass.Not that great.Klimt said, I'm just a movie fan, and of course I don't need the small subtitles under the screen to understand it. Yeah, which Polish movie? Recently, I like "Life with a Terminal Illness" directed by Zanussi. It is very beautiful, although it is a bit Catholic, what do you say?Preaching? preach. Yeah, that's it.I think it's too rough what do you say?So explicit.Of course, another director, Kieslowski, is also preaching, but less explicit.He used to say that we don't have to whack people in the name of religion, it's as bad as oppressing people with communism; we don't have to try to make moralizing movies, we've had enough, like Three Colors and The Ten Commandments It's the same in it. Wait, you know Kieslowski? Yeah, Poland is a small country, we come from the same area of ​​Warsaw, I'm only a few years older than him, we all played football in the street and stuff like that, and then I helped him with some things. You mean make a movie? Not directly involved, because I already knew him very well, so I was sent to monitor him.I can see you're surprised, but it's true, everyone is being watched and everyone else is being watched, Polish President Lech.Wallesa had been an intelligence agent for a while himself.The best you can hope for is that the person watching you is compassionate and only reports what you want the authorities to know.That's what I did with Kieslowski. As soon as the conversation started, the two men discussed Polish movies for 20 minutes. Quesetti has always loved Polish movies. He has admired those Polish directors and actors for many years, and now he finally knows how to pronounce their names.The conversation returned to the great Kieszrowski, and Klimt said casually: You know what?I acted in one of his movies. Are you kidding me! Absolutely not, 1971's The Worker, I played one of a bunch of young cops in the background, cracking down on the labor movement; it was really chaotic, I think it's probably in the same place as your Brace Godou Times are as chaotic.I should tell you that I've made some progress with your code. Have you unlocked it yet? Ah, not yet, but I already know what type of password it is.Interesting, even unique, for an ancient code, now?Or wait until we finish dinner?Your mom cooked a great dinner. Mary Pegg says: Tell us now.I have to figure out a salad, but stews can be had anytime. Klimt bowed slightly shyly as usual and left the room.Quesetti immediately looked at his mother, rolling his eyes. What's the matter?she asked. No, it's just too fast, we've been living here alone for years, and now suddenly there's a Polish family movie. Mary Peg waves contemptuously, please!He was a good man, he suffered a lot, his wife died, he went to prison, and Fanny asked me to meet him and talked about it for years.you like him, right? Yeah, but apparently not as much as you.So you two?He rubbed his hands together as if softening butter.She took a wooden spoon and gave him a quick tap on the head, "Be careful, kid, I can still wash your mouth with soap."They all laughed out loud. Amidst their laughter, Klimt held up a stack of overprinted printer paper and a legal pad with neatly penciled European fonts.Klimt sat next to Quesetti, smiling politely, was he joking?Well, this is interesting too, you see how red my eyes are, I've been up late tonight, working with colleagues far away, and a lot of people have expressed their opinions on this extremely fascinating code, so First of all, of course we have to try Friedman's superposition method, which is the most basic, right?We must first identify the many letters used in polysyllabic ciphers, so try Kerkow's puzzle with frequency analysis.Then you must first overlap a string of encrypted characters to find the coincidence. If you do it correctly, the number of occurrences of coincidence letters will be close to the Kp value, or about 7%. Do you understand? I don't get it, can you just skip to the last line? Klimt looked confused and began to flip through the papers. The last line?But the last line is also encrypted like the other lines No, I'm making an analogy.I mean can you omit those technical terms and get straight to the point. Oh, the last line.The point is, we can't use such an overlapping comparison method, because there are a total of 42,466 letters in the number of letters in the encrypted text in our hands, and this keyword is not repeated at all, and The rate of information loss is also very high, which is much higher than what we generally expect for the dynamic keywords of book codes, so we cannot use some common words for simple analysis.That is, your author may have used a different tabular matrix sequence, but I find it very unlikely; or he has discovered a one-time system that is much better than the cryptography expert Mobney in 1918. Major was three hundred years earlier, but there is no record to confirm such a discovery.In fact, even the Virginia cipher was not widely used at the time, and most European intelligence systems used simple noun substitutions, which were sufficient until the invention of the telegraph, and even after, and there was really no need to use such a high Encryption for security, it's a disappointment to find this document. You mean fluke.So if it's not a one-off system, what is? Ah, my idea, I think this guy started out with books as a simple dynamic keyword, like we originally thought.But at the same time I think he's also a very smart guy who realized that books are easy to find if you use substitutions, so he might have replaced the form with some kind of mixed letter to disguise some common English two-letter combinations, For example tt, gg, in, th and the like.But I don't think he adopted this method, no, I think he just mixed two methods that were very common at that time, adding the dynamic keywords of books and the Katange method, so that it is easy to create false words of different lengths. sex random keywords. What does this mean?I mean in terms of decryption? Well, unfortunately, that means we're stuck.As you know, the one-time system is unhackable, now this is not a one-time system.If we had 10,000 or 100,000 messages, we might be able to make some progress, but these few encrypted messages are impossible to decipher right now. When using a computer to test all possible password combinations? Yes, that doesn't work either, I can do the math for you No, I only had C in algebra in school. Really?But you're smart, and the algebra is easy!You know, it's like an equal sign with unknown numbers on both sides, one end is a keyword, the other end is an encrypted text, for example, X plus y equals ten, what is the solution? Well, X is one and y is nine? That's correct, but two and eight, three and seven, or one hundred and minus ninety are also correct, so there are infinitely many ways to solve such equal signs, just like the one-shot system.To crack the code, you have to have a corresponding, unique letter for every letter, no matter how many syllables or keywords there are.Otherwise, how would you tell if it's about running away or coming to Paris?In a one-time system, two sentences can be written with the same password, even if you know some of the decrypted content, it is useless, because you cannot deduce from the decrypted text which key word was used in the password, because the key word is always changing , never repeated, this is unsolvable.Unless you have both the book he uses and Katange. I think we should have that book, you said it was the bible. I said it might be the Bible and I talked to Fanny and she said it was most likely using the Geneva bible version of 1560 or later which was the most common version of that era, the so-called breeches This Bible, quite common and portable, measures nine by seven inches.Katange, it could be very thin metal or cardboard, perhaps with holes punched into a simple pattern for camouflage.Your Brice Godo put the board on the page he and his counterpart had previously agreed to use, and copied down the exposed letters of the Bible on that page, which were his key words.He copied down enough letters to encrypt the message, while his counterpart did the same, only deciphering it instead, using another page for the next message.As I said, if our encrypted message has millions of letters, then the pattern exposed on the board will definitely be seen repeatedly, then we can use ordinary methods to analyze it, but we can’t do it with the things we have now. Unfortunately. He also looked really regretful. Quesetti had never seen such a regretful person, and he was a little happy like a sad clown. But at this time, Mary Pegg announced that the meal was open, and put a large pot of smoking meat in front of them. Mutton stew, Klimt's expression instantly turned into incomparable joy, and Quesetti himself felt happier, imagining that he was acting in a movie always made him feel safe.And now, as he told his mother, they were playing a Polish movie: people who were crushed by history and unsolvable problems, and were resurrected by a warm meal. At the end of the meal, Klimt went back to the topic they avoided during this whole happy dinner, and you know, there was another thing that confused me too, and he said: Why use passwords? What's the meaning?Quesetti said. Your Brace Godou says he's spying on Shakespeare for the British government.I also used to write reports for the government’s surveillance work. Thousands of people in our country did this kind of thing back then. There are mountains of such materials in the Warsaw database, and none of the reports are written in code.Only foreign spies use codes. For example, Spanish spies spying on the British will use codes; or if you, a spy, are abroad and want to send news back to China, you will also use codes.But government intelligence agents are not used, why should they be used?Because it's the government that monitors the mail, isn't it? Because they are paranoid?Still, Queseetti guessed, they thought the people they were spying on would also be reading the emails.Klimt shook his head, and his white dentures shook too. It seemed ridiculous. I found it impossible. Intelligence agents create secret messages, not decipher them. Unless the government thinks other governments will read them, they will use code words and password.The information we have is very difficult to use, you understand?Each letter had to be deciphered by hand, using key phrases that were painstakingly created.Why not just write it in plain text and hand it over to the official messenger? I know why.After a thoughtful silence, Mary Page said two men looked at her, the older one with joy, the younger one with suspicion, and said: Why? Because they don't work for the government at all!They were plotting rebellion against the King and subverting the King's policies.Didn't you read what Brace Godo wrote about Catholicism?Are the Catholics who opposed the prince, and King James, whom they instigated against Catholicism, more severely against Catholicism?I mean, that's the point of the matter.They were going to destroy the theater, destroy the pro-Catholic policy in one fell swoop, and they couldn't let the king or anyone in the court know their plan, so they came up with this complicated set of secret words. After a while of discussion, they agreed that this view made sense, and Klimt expressed admiration in particular.Mary Peg is very modest, attributing it to her Irish ancestry, because of all the English-speaking places, Ireland is the most treacherous and ingenious place.Quesetti was also impressed, but not surprised. He was very happy that this woman had given birth to him and raised him, and that a former secret police officer trained by the Soviet Union's KSD was adoring his mother.By this time, the California red wine that had been nearly full earlier was almost empty, and the talk show turned drunkenly to the theme of movies.Klimt told anecdotes about Kieszlowski enough for Quesetti to show off to his friends.Then Quesetti asked Klimt what he thought of Polanski. Klimt sniffled and said thoughtfully: I can't like him, no matter how beautiful the shot is, I don't agree with nihilism. That's a little harsh, don't you think?You said earlier that you thought Zanussi was too religious, religion or no religion is not the point.He is a good director who can create vivid characters and tell a good story with great rhythm and atmosphere.It's as if you're saying that if anyone likes The Lost Infant, they're on the devil's side. Is not it? Quesetti was about to explain the pure aesthetics of the film, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was a matter of rhetorical exposition, so he stopped talking altogether and just looked into Klimt's light blue eyes, wanting to confirm whether he Be serious.Indeed, Klimt is serious, as if talking about fate.Klimt continued: If movies or any art form has no moral basis at all, then just watch a movie or just watch a few plays.I don't want to prescribe what this moral basis is, but every movie must contain a moral basis.Non-Christian hedonism is a perfectly acceptable moral basis for the arts, eg Hollywood, family joy, romance, it doesn't have to be that bad guy must die, hero must get the girl drama Melodrama? Yes, like this.But we can't have no morals at all, and we can't let the devil laugh at us. why not?If this is how you see the world, then Because then art is suffocated.The devil doesn't give us anything but take, take.In Europe, we decided in the last century to stop worshiping God, and we started worshiping countries, races, history, working class, or whatever you like.And the result is that it completely ruins everything.They said, I mean the artists, they said: let's just believe in art, let's not believe in anything else, it's too painful, those beliefs will betray us.We believe in and know art, so let us at least believe in art.But art can also betray people, and it is not grateful for life. What's the meaning? Klimt turned to Mary Pegg, smiling as if distorting his face, as it must have been when he had known Kieslowski as a young man.I didn't expect to talk about these topics, which we should be talking about in a smoky café in Warsaw. I'm going to bake some toast.Mary Pegg said, but what exactly do you mean by that? This Polanski has been miserable all his life, he was born at a bad time, he is a Jew, his parents were arrested in concentration camps, he grew up by himself, relying on hard work, talent, and a beautiful wife, he succeeded.In the end, his wife was killed by some lunatic. How could he not think that the devil ruled the world?But I was born a little before him, and although not Jewish, life was not easy for Poles, and the Nazis thought we were almost as bad as Jews.So I said, if not exactly as miserable as Polanski, I was at least in the same class as him.My father was murdered by the Nazis, my mother was killed during the uprising in 1944, I lived on the streets, and my sister was only twelve years old and had to take care of me as a toddler.My first memory is of burning corpses, a pile of corpses in flames, and the smell.How our generation survived, I don't know.Later, I should tell you that, like Polanski, I lost my wife, not by a madman, but by illness for months.I didn't get along very well with those in power at the time, and it was difficult to help her get morphine for pain.Well, let's not talk about these personal troubles.I mean, despite all those Germans and Russians, after the war, somehow, we found out that we were still alive, so we studied, we had sex, we had children.The country of Poland survived, so did our language, people wrote poetry, and Warsaw was rebuilt brick by brick, back to what it was before the war.The poet Milosz won the Nobel Prize for Literature, another poet Szymborska also won the Nobel Prize, and a Pole became the pope. Who could have imagined this?So when we create art, it's usually to let the art go beyond the previous level, instead of just moaning and saying: Oh, I am so miserable, I suffer so much, the devil is in power, life is garbage, and we are powerless.That's what I mean. Quesetti tried hard to think about this passage, but he still didn't quite understand it, because he was an American who had never experienced hardship, and only wanted to make movies and sell movies.He felt that he had to visit at least what the dark kingdom looked like, suffering, emptiness, and the smile of the devil. These Polanski things are all necessary spices, and they will not be used as dishes for direct cooking, but as seasonings. into the cooking.He admires Polish cinema because of its beautiful images and superb camera work. He likes the way the light illuminates the faces in the movies, and the way the camera stays on the faces. After a pause, he asked: Anyway, would you like to see a movie? Not Chinatown again, please!Mary Pegg said. No, we're going to look at the moral arts.Her son said, we want a John.Wayne Film Festival. So they started watching the film.Quesetti owns more than 500 DVDs and hundreds of videos, from "Stagecoach" to John.Wayne's film peak period work.Mary Pegg couldn't do it when she saw "The Yellow Turbans", and dropped her head on Klimt's shoulder.After watching the movie, they put Mary Page on the couch, covered them with a blanket, turned off the screen and went back to the kitchen.Queser mentions that this is the first time in his memory that Mom has missed The Tonight Show, and it makes him feel good, like she won some kind of award. I think I'm going to bed too, Klimt said, thank you, it was really fun tonight, I admit I've always loved cowboy movies, they're comforting, like a child's lullaby.Tell me, what are you using this secret word for? The sudden change in subject startled Quesetti, remembering what his dad had said about it being an old police trick to let suspects out. I do not know.You said that this thing cannot be solved. Yes, but your mother told me the story and told all she knew, so I know that a person has already been killed for this secret word, and if you think about it, the person who killed the professor didn't know that the riddle can't be solved of.We're assuming they have Brace Godou's letter, or a copy, that mentions other letters, encrypted letters, that they don't have and would definitely want.I'm sure they must have asked your name from that dead population.And the girl who found the file with you, at least she knows the existence of the coded letter, has disappeared and sent you a letter, but you doubt the authenticity of the letter.It was right to suspect that anyone could have written this letter or forced someone else to write it, sent it from anywhere, she might be in the next street, or dead. Quesetti had thought about these things countless times, but always avoided them. Luo Li might have escaped, and he didn't know from whom, but he didn't want to believe that she might be dead.In a way he knew he was naive and everyone was going to die, but Caroline.Lori will never, she is a survivor and good at hiding, the script also requires her to appear again, to explain the relationship between her and Quesetti, a bit of Polish movie flavor is okay, but she can't die. She's not dead, he said, what's your point anyway? My point is, we're dealing with a bunch of brutal people, and they're absolutely going to come after you, you or your mom next. my mother? Yeah, I think if they get your mom, you'll give them whatever they want. An unwelcome laugh came from Quesetti's mouth, my God, Klimt!I think I shouldn't let you see John.Wayne's movie.They can take the encrypted letter now, and I can put up an advertisement: Get rid of the bastards of Bustrow, and get the encrypted letter if you want it. Yes, but the problem with bad people is that they can only see bad in others, and that's the worst curse of being a bad person, you never know what good is.You have to trust me on this, because I've seen more bad guys than you.Tell me, your dad is a cop, do you have a gun in your house? Hearing this, Quesetti opened his mouth wide, feeling hysterical and trying to suppress the feeling, oh, the gun he used in his lifetime is still in our house.What's wrong? Because after you're gone, I'll have to have a weapon if I'm going to stay here. What do you mean I'm gone?Do you mean when I go to work? No, I mean when you go to England.You should leave for England at once. Quesetti stared at this man. He looked very calm, but some crazy people couldn't judge by their appearance.Or is he already drunk?Quesetti was so drunk himself that he decided to treat this round of conversation as drunk or crazy, as he and his friends used to do when discussing how to raise money to make a movie.With a humorous smile on his face, he said: Why should I go to England? Three reasons: one is to leave here; the other is to find out what Bustrow found there if possible; the third is to find Kadange for decryption. Hmm, this shouldn't take too much time, right?The piece of katanga we want should be in a hypermarket or store.But first, I have to go to bed. Good night, Klimt. All right, but give me the gun, maybe they'll come tonight. God, are you serious? I'm very serious, guns are no joke. Quesetti happened to be in a state of drunkenness, the level of drunkenness allowed the body to do things that could not be considered in a rational state for a minute, so he went to his mother's room and took the cardboard box containing his father's police relics. Come down, there are two pistols in holsters, one is a large Smith & Wesson M10 pistol, the classic . .The other was a .38 Sheriff's Special, with a two-inch barrel, which his father had used when he was a police detective. There was also a box of Federal .38 bullets in it, half empty.He took out the gun and the cartridges, loaded both guns on his mother's blond oak table, pocketed the Sheriff's Special, still in the snap-on holster, and held the M10. I guess you know how to use it.he said, handing Klimt the gun upside down.Don't shoot yourself, and my mom. good.Klimt examines the thing in the palm of his hand, like a pound of sausage.Quisetti was glad he didn't keep his finger on the trigger. This is a John.Wayne gun, the whole world knows how to use this gun. The performance of this gun may be good. I'm just kidding, I've had complete weapons training. Very good, flashing people now. I'm sorry, what did you say? Another way of saying it figuratively, I'm going to sleep. He went to bed and woke up at ten past four in the morning wondering if he had dreamed he had given a loaded gun to someone he barely knew.He jumped out of bed and went to get the trousers hanging by the closet door, felt the weight of another gun in his pocket, cursed under his breath, and walked to his mother's bedroom, feeling better. Quesetti dressed and entered the kitchen. Klimt was already sitting at the table in his ill-fitting suit, and he was not seen holding a pistol.Mary Peg was frying bacon and eggs, chatting nicely with the houseguests about how they were going to go for a drive later, maybe have lunch, and the weather looked sunny and not too cold, and so on.This cheerful atmosphere only deepened Quesetti's frustration and guilt. It was obvious that Klimt was the main reason for this hot and hearty breakfast. Quesetti usually ate cold cereal with coffee during the week.After eating some breakfast, he hurriedly picked up his coat and handbag and left. Now that the matter of deciphering the code had come to a dead end, he thought about asking Klimt when he was leaving, but decided not to ask, which would be impolite.It's his mom's house and she can date whoever she wants.Why do you still live with your mother when you are so old?Is it just to save money for future filming?It's ridiculous.Even Caroline.Luo Li had found a way under the most impossible circumstances. As he himself said, she had far fewer resources than he did, so now he was determined to change.He has people in Williamsburg and Long Island City who are movie or music geeks like him and they live in group dorms, the rent may not be cheap, but he can forget about film school for a while and maybe he can write a few paragraphs電影場景去爭取實習職位或是獎學金，或者他應該寄劇本去參加比賽。他努力不要想著手槍或是潛在的暴力威脅等事情，直到他拿起手提包穿越地鐵閘門，聽到一聲匡啷，衣服裡的手槍撞到了旋轉閘門的金屬柵欄，他才想到他身上還帶著那把手槍。 第三封加密信 爵爺哪，目前沒有進度，和我上次所說一樣，因為劇團都在忙環球劇院的事，我祈祷您不會因為我信寫得少而惱怒：加密十分無趣，相信您解密也是如此。但我們的計畫進展的不錯。他寫完《暴風雨》一劇時，夏天也到了，他便啟程前往史特拉福，這是他多年來的習慣。他要我跟他一起去，看看他的房子。於是我們六月從倫敦出發，還有一群穿羊毛衣的商人及保鏢同行。我們抵達後，莎士比亞的妻子和兩個女兒開心地接待我們。大女兒的是蘇珊娜，小的是茱蒂。鎮上的其他的人也十分熱情。莎士比亞在這地區是擁有相當多財富的人，他新地的房子相當寬敞。但罪惡的代價就是死亡。 莎士比亞又展露出偽君子的一面，因為他在史特拉福的面貌和在倫敦截然不同，他在鄉下就用他們的口音稀鬆平常的講話，好像只是土生土長的人而已，他會說醬，說釀，而不是那樣：說普遍而不是說非常之類的。他絲毫不提劇院的事，也不提他在市中心的生活；他在倫敦酒館中說的話都猥褻的不得了，這裡卻不開黃腔。妻子有些潑辣，認為他有包養妓女，寄回來的錢都不夠她維持家計，但他什麼都沒說，只叫她忍耐。他其實常召妓，一位義大利歌手，我想，或一位猶太女孩，膚色很黑，我曾經看到他和她睡在一起三到四次。但他不大會跟別人說她的事。他對於這種事比較保守，心煩時也不會藉墮落尋找安慰。他說的話都是有關土地的事，土地買賣、租賃、貸款、抵押等等。但他和女兒蘇珊娜在一起時似乎更為快樂。和她在一起，他就比較有說有笑。她比一般女人還聰明，或說在那個地方來說，她反應算好。她嫁給了約翰．霍爾醫生，他是一位清教徒，名聲很好。他們沒有談到宗教的事。所以我猜：一個絕口不提宗教的人，怎麼可能是一位誠實的人？怎麼可能是真正的父親呢？他們會去教堂，並沒有被罰款，雖然這一帶的傳言是說，父親經常被罰款，是個該下地獄、至死不從的天主教徒；母親也是。我私下巡了一下房子，尋找是否有藏匿神父的洞窟，卻沒找到。 莎士比亞和我在一起時比較自在，我們會談論劇院、戲劇和受託要寫有關瑪麗女王的劇（他以為）。但他在這裡好幾天都沒寫，頂多只在他的小筆記本中寫一點。我們常出門，我帶著我新發明的量角棒，協助他測量羅溫頓附近的地，他的鄰居對地界有一些爭議，因此麻煩他幫忙。他的妻子雖然已有些年紀，但仍很有精力，能處理所有事情。她記帳記得亂糟糟的（我有偷看一下），但她知道每一吋土地的租金，租金再少的地都記得一清二楚。幼女不知道怎麼有些失寵。她沒有結婚，也還沒有對象。她不喜歡我，不知道為什麼，但我對她最有禮貌。不過，我偷聽到僕人在門後閑聊，說她嫉妒她的姊姊，因為父親最愛她姊姊，至少她心裡是這麼覺得。而且原來她討厭我是有原因的，她原本還有一位雙胞胎弟弟，好幾年前過世了，莎士比亞心裡希望死的是她，而不是她弟弟。他弟弟在世的話，似乎和我同歲，也許我稍微比他小一點，但在莎士比亞眼中我和他很像，因此他很喜歡我，僕人是這麼說的。但不論是否是真的，我們之後才會知道。如果是真的話，對我們的陰謀可能是項幫助，我想。 我之前逃過一劫，覺得應該要跟您說一下。他有一天傍晚來到我房間，我正在以鐵網格加密，他問我在做什麼，我相當困窘，但勇敢地回答我在讀聖經。他問說：那一張鐵片是什麼？我回答：這是我為我母親教堂墓室裝飾所做的，原品是一個燈籠，而我手上的是紀念她的後製品。他接著問：你也是詩人嗎，理查？我進來時看到，你迅速藏起你在寫的東西，像詩人會做的事一樣，我常跟這些人在一起。我說：不是的，表哥。這只是無聊時我做的一些算術。他說：喔，邊抄寫聖經又邊算術，你真是太神奇了，難怪你腦袋瓜沒空間裝雙關。於是他便離開了，我安全逃過一劫。 這裡我發現他一個秘密：星期天，他習慣在禮拜後騎馬，和斯貝離開鎮上，說是要去雅頓附近的森林轉一轉。這一天，我騎馬跟著他們，騎上一條穿過森林，往西北方山谷的路，大約騎了五英里，也許更遠，來到一座小山，可以看到不遠處的華威克城堡和高塔。我來到他們的馬旁，也下了馬，走上一條小徑進到樹林。不久，我來到某個荒廢的天主教修道院，亨利國王時期封起來的，許多人跪在地上，唸著祈禱文。那裡有個男的，無疑是一位天主教修道士，手裡拿著杯子喃喃自語。莎士比亞也在他們之中。我站在那一邊看一邊聽，後來那些人離開了，莎士比亞去跟修道士說話，我冒險靠近他，想聽他們有什麼邪惡的陰謀，這時背後有人把我揪住，大手摀住我的嘴，一股大力將我壓到地上，刀尖碰觸我的臉頰。他說：安靜，不然你就死定了。所以我就躺在那。我被扶起來的時候，看到面前站著莎士比亞，剛拿住我的是某個帶刀的人。 莎士比亞說：為什麼要躲在黑暗之中，為什麼不來彌撒呢？你是個很好的天主教徒，不是嗎？我回答：先生，我怕是清教徒的陷阱，為了記下找尋天主教聖彌撒者的名字，最近常發生這種事。他說：不是的。他們只是鄉下善良的人，仍然堅信老式的宗教。我說：而你也是其中之一。他說：某方面來說，是的。雖然所有的主教都說，我不能為我父母和小兒子的靈魂祈祷，但我還是做了。如果懲罰是要下地獄，我也會這麼做。他說這些話的時候看起來十分堅毅。然後微笑說：來，我給你看一件你會非常驚訝的事。 於是，我們把修道院的石塊丟到充滿斷枝和小樹的草叢中。他說這是一座聖波莎的修道院，曾經是修女的家。他四處指，這裡是小禮堂，那裡是迴廊，最後我們來到一圈石牆，中間有個黑色的圓井。他說：這是聖波莎的聖井。你可以傾身靠在井旁，丟一顆小石頭進去。好長一段時間之後，我們才聽到一聲微弱的落水聲。我說：這麼深。他說：是啊，真的很深。他們說沒有人曾下去過。過去少女們在聖阿格尼絲日會圍在這裡，提起一桶水，望向水中倒影，占卜自己未來丈夫的臉。但再也沒有了，再也沒有了。現在上帝教導我們，愛不是安逸，也不是玩樂，也不是音樂，也不是帶來歡樂的表演，不是任何美好的事物，也不是慈善的工作，而是要我們能在樸素的房中顫抖，全身穿上喪服，然後會有一位一臉偽善的人喋喋不休向我們說，我們要下地獄了、下地獄了、下地獄了。他大笑了一陣，拍拍我的肩說：別再說這些了，我們該回家去吃飯、喝酒、跳跳舞，像一般人一樣。 於是我們回家了。這天晚上，他房裡燭光很晚才熄，我聽到他在房間踱步。仔細一聽，還有寫字和紙張摩擦的聲音，我想他一定是在寫瑪麗女王的戲了。爵爺啊，您要我去看他究竟寫了什麼，我一定會試試看。但他非常保密自己寫的東西，他還沒寫完前，沒有人能看。祝大人您萬事順利，家業繁榮。 一六一〇年六月十九日，於史特拉福 您最忠誠謙卑的僕人 Richard.布瑞斯葛斗