فصل 27

CHAPTER 27

A slight bump as the hand truck carrying Dr. Lecter rolled over the threshold of the cage. And here was Dr. Chilton, sitting on the cot, looking through Dr. Lecter’s private correspondence. Chilton had his tie and coat off. Dr. Lecter could see some kind of medal hanging from his neck.

“Stand him up beside the toilet, Barney,” Dr. Chilton said without looking up. “You and the others wait at your station.” Dr. Chilton finished reading Dr. Lecter’s most recent exchange with the General Archives of Psychiatry. He tossed the letters on the cot and went outside the cell. A glint from behind the hockey mask as Dr. Lecter’s eyes tracked him, but Lecter’s head didn’t move.

Chilton went to the school desk in the hall and, bending stiffly, removed a small listening device from beneath the seat.

He waggled it in front of the eye holes in Dr. Lecter’s mask and resumed his seat on the cot.

“I thought she might be looking for a civil rights violation in Miggs’ death, so I listened,” Chilton said. “I hadn’t heard your voice in years—I suppose the last time was when you gave me all the misleading answers in my interviews and then ridiculed me in your Journal articles. It’s hard to believe an inmate’s opinions could count for anything in the professional community, isn’t it? But I’m still here. And so are you.” Dr. Lecter said nothing.

“Years of silence, and then Jack Crawford sends down his girl and you just went to jelly, didn’t you? What was it that got you, Hannibal? Was it those good, hard ankles? The way her hair shines? She’s glorious, isn’t she? Remote and glorious. A winter sunset of a girl, that’s the way I think of her. I know it’s been some time since you’ve seen a winter sunset, but take my word for it.

“You only get one more day with her. Then Baltimore Homicide takes over the interrogation. They’re screwing a chair to the floor for you in the electroshock therapy room. The chair has a commode seat for your convenience, and for their convenience when they attach the wires. I won’t know a thing.

“Do you get it yet? They know, Hannibal. They know that you know exactly who Buffalo Bill is. They think you probably treated him. When I heard Miss Starling ask about Buffalo Bill, I was puzzled. I called a friend at Baltimore Homicide. They found an insect in Klaus’s throat, Hannibal. They know Buffalo Bill killed him. Crawford’s letting you think you’re smart. I don’t think you know how much Crawford hates you for cutting up his protégé. He’s got you now. Do you feel smart now?

Dr. Lecter watched Chilton’s eyes moving over the straps that held on the mask. Clearly Chilton wanted to remove it so he could watch Lecter’s face. Lecter wondered if Chilton would do it the safe way, from behind. If he did it from the front, he’d have to reach around Dr. Lecter’s head, with the blue-veined insides of his forearms close to Lecter’s face. Come, doctor. Come close. No, he’s decided against it.

“Do you still think you’re going someplace with a window? Do you think you’ll walk on the beach and see the birds? I don’t think so. I called Senator Ruth Martin and she never heard of any deal with you. I had to remind her who you were. She never heard of Clarice Starling, either. It’s a scam. We have to expect small dishonesties in a woman, but that’s a shocker, wouldn’t you say?

“When they get through milking you, Hannibal, Crawford’s charging you with misprision of a felony. You’ll duck it on M’Naghten, of course, but the judge won’t like it. You sat through six deaths. The judge won’t take such interest in your welfare anymore.

“No window, Hannibal. You’ll spend the rest of your life sitting on the floor in a state institution watching the diaper cart go by. Your teeth will go and your strength and nobody will be afraid of you anymore and you’ll be out in the ward at someplace like Flendauer. The young ones will just push you around and use you for sex when they feel like it. All you’ll get to read is what you write on the wall. You think the court will care? You’ve seen the old ones. They cry when they don’t like the stewed apricots.

“Jack Crawford and his fluff. They’ll get together openly after his wife dies. He’ll dress younger and take up some sport they can enjoy together. They’ve been intimate ever since Bella Crawford got sick, they’re certainly not fooling anybody about that. They’ll get their promotions and they won’t think about you once a year. Crawford probably wants to come personally at the end to tell you what you’re getting. Up the booty. I’m sure he has a speech all prepared.

“Hannibal, he doesn’t know you as well as I do. He thought if he asked you for the information, you’d just torment the mother with it.” Quite right, too, Dr. Lecter reflected. How wise of Jack—that obtuse Scotch-Irish mien is misleading. His face is all scars if you know how to look. Well, possibly there’s room for a few more.

“I know what you’re afraid of. It’s not pain, or solitude. It’s indignity you can’t stand, Hannibal, you’re like a cat that way. I’m on my honor to look after you, Hannibal, and I do it. No personal considerations have ever entered into our relationship, from my end. And I’m looking after you now.

“There never was a deal for you with Senator Martin, but there is now. Or there could be. I’ve been on the phone for hours on your behalf and for the sake of that girl. I’m going to tell you the first condition: you speak only through me. I alone publish a professional account of this, my successful interview with you. You publish nothing. I have exclusive access to any material from Catherine Martin, if she should be saved.

“That condition is nonnegotiable. You’ll answer me now. Do you accept that condition?

Dr. Lecter smiled to himself.

“You’d better answer me now or you can answer Baltimore Homicide. This is what you get: If you identify Buffalo Bill and the girl is found in time, Senator Martin—and she’ll confirm this by telephone—Senator Martin will have you installed in Brushy Mountain State Prison in Tennessee, out of the reach of the Maryland authorities. You’ll be in her bailiwick, away from Jack Crawford. You’ll be in a maximum-security cell with a view of the woods. You get books. Any outdoor exercise, the details will have to be worked out, but she’s amenable. Name him and you can go at once. The Tennessee State Police will take custody of you at the airport, the governor has agreed.” At last Dr. Chilton has said something interesting, and he doesn’t even know what it is. Dr. Lecter pursed his red lips behind the mask. The custody of police. Police are not as wise as Barney. Police are accustomed to handling criminals. They’re inclined to use leg irons and handcuffs. Handcuffs and leg irons open with a handcuff key. Like mine.

“His first name is Billy,” Dr. Lecter said. “I’ll tell the rest to the Senator. In Tennessee.”