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纸牌屋(House of Cards 英文版)

时间:2014-06-01 10:35:38  来源:  作者:迈克尔·多布斯爵士(Michael Dobbs)  
简介:  在首相连任竞选中功不可没的党鞭长弗朗西斯·厄克特本以为自己会入内阁任职,不料未能如愿。于是他暗中发誓要取代背叛自己的首相,搞垮所有的对手。他利用自己能够掌握内阁机密和掌握党内人士隐秘的优势,操控了一个又一个官员,并利用《每日纪事报》里想成为一线政治记者的玛蒂·斯多林,令她在媒体上大做文章。
  初战告捷后,他旋即指派手下对内阁展开大规模围剿,紧紧咬住所有人的弱点,除掉了一个又一个对手,扫清了一个又一个障碍,然而他的阴谋也在慢慢地暴露。他最终能否登上首相宝座,而知道越来越多内幕的玛蒂又能否安然周旋于权力斗争中,并实现自己的理想呢?...
  'What was he doing in Southampton?'
  'He was spending the weekend with someone. Wouldn't say who. It was one of his silly secrets.'
  'Any idea who?'
  Penny shook her head with painful slowness.
  'Do you know why he died?' Mattie asked.
  Penny turned to face her with round, dark eyes which had a faraway look and from which the shock  had squeezed any trace of emotion.
  You're not interested in him, are you? Only in his death.' It was not an accusation, simply a  statement of fact.
  'I'm sorry he died, Penny. I'm also sorry because I think Roger will be blamed for a lot of bad  things that have happened recently. And I don't think he's the one who should be blamed.'
  Penny blinked for the first time, as if the question had at last disturbed the emptiness which had  taken hold of her.
  'Why would they ... blame Roger?' The words were formed slowly, as if half of her were elsewhere,  in a world where O'Neill was still alive and where Penny could still save him.
  'Because he's a victim who has been set up to take the blame. Someone has been using Roger, has  been twisting him and bending him in a dirty little political game - until Roger snapped.'
  Penny considered this for several long moments. 'He's not the only one,'she said.
  'What do you mean?'
  'Patrick. Patrick was sent a tape, of him with me. He thought I'd done it.' 'Patrick who. Penny?'
  'Woolton. He thought I had made the tape of us in bed together to blackmail him. But it was  someone else. It wasn't me.'
  'So that's why he quit,' exclaimed Mattie. 'Who could have made the tape, Penny?'
  Don't know. Almost anybody at the party conference I suppose. Anyone in Bournemouth, anyone at the  hotel.'
  'But Penny, I don't understand! Who could have blackmailed Patrick Woolton? Who could have known  you were sleeping with him?'
  'Roger knew. But Roger would never...'
  'Don't you see, Penny. Someone was blackmailing Roger, too. Someone who must have known he was on  drags. Someone who forced him to leak opinion polls and alter computer files. Someone who...'
  'Killed him!' The words unlocked the misery which Penny had been trying to hide since they had  telephoned her earlier that morning. But now the barriers burst and tears were flooding from her  eyes, forced out by the cries of anguish which racked her body. Further discussion with her was  clearly impossible, and Mattie helped the sobbing girl into bed, makingher as comfortable as she  could. She stayed with her until the tears had emptied her soul and she was fast asleep.
  Mattie walked down the street in confusion. The first snow of winter was beginning to fall gently  around her, but she did not notice it. She was lost in her own misery of doubt. All the firm  evidence she had led back to O'Neill. Now he was dead and the door at which she had been pushing,  behind which she knew she would find the answer, had suddenly slammed shut on her. It was not the  first time that the frustrated ambition of men had led to blackmail and violence - the appeal of  political power had fascinated, seduced and corrupted men and women throughout the ages - but none  had daubed blood on the door of 10 Downing Street. Until now. It had to be washed clean. She had a  day to do it - and no idea where to go next.
  'Come on, come on, come on, come on!' she shouted, beating her hands on the desk in frustration.  As the day had turned to evening and she had tossed the facts around fruitlessly in her mind she  had become more tense, unable to find any new direction. The clock had ticked remorselessly on,  and she found her mind crossing the same old ground, travelling up the same blind alleys and  discovering the same dead ends. The harder she tried, the more elusive any new insight became.  Perhaps a change of scene might fire her imagination. So she had gone for a walk, driven around,  taken a bath and was now sitting at home, crying for enlightenment. But it was to no avail. Her  inspiration and intuition had failed her as the sleepless nights took their toll, and the one man  who could answer all her burning questions was dead, taking his secrets with him. She buried her  head in her hands, reduced to praying for a miracle in a world which God seemed to have deserted.
  Something sparked. Later she could never recall what aroused it, but among the dying embers of her  confidence a small flame began to glow and lick itself back to life. -Perhaps it was not all over  yet.
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