mac.thepearlharbormurders-第15部分

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　〃Do　you　know　anything　about　her　murder？〃　
　〃I　know　I　saw　that　soldier。。。　Stanton？　She　had　dated　him；　before　the　sailor　boy…Fielder？　I　saw　him　yelling　at　her；　after　the　dance；　when　we　were　packing　up。〃
　〃Did　the　others　see　this？　Why　didn't　they…？〃　Mizuha　was　shaking　his　head。　〃They　didn't　see　the　argument。　It　was　outside；　he　had　her　up　against　the　wall　of　the　lodge。　I。。。　I　interceded。　He　almost　struck　me；　but　I　pretended　she　was　needed　by　Jim；　for　band　business。　Stanton　stalked　off。〃
　〃Did　you　hear　anything　of　what　was　said？〃
　〃Just　the　usual　spurned…lover　recriminations。〃
　〃Did　Stanton　threaten　her？〃
　〃Not　overtly。　Just　his　manner。　I　do　think　she　was　afraid。。。　she　was　trembling。　I　put　my　arm　around　her。〃　He　began　to　cry　again；　into　the　hankie。
　Hully　waited；　then　asked；　〃Is　there　anything　else　you　saw；　Terry？　Anything　else　you　know？〃
　Mizuha　bunked。　〃What　do　you　mean。。。　anything　else　I　know？〃
　This　seemed　a　peculiar　reaction　to　Hully；　who　shrugged。　〃Just　that。〃
　The　pretty　eyes　narrowed；　the　smooth　forehead　furrowed。　〃You're　not　a　detective；　are　you？〃
　〃Unfortunately；　no…just　a　friend　trying　to　help　a　friend　who　is　beyond　help；　really。〃
　He　swallowed；　nodded。　〃You　were　going　to　talk　to　Colonel　Fielder　for　her；　weren't　you？〃
　〃Yes。。。。My　father　agreed；　also。〃
　Mizuha　sat　forward；　a　strange　urgency　in　his　voice。　〃What　did　she　say　to　you？　What　did　she　tell　you？　Or　your　father？〃
　The　intensity　of　the　man　made　Hully　rear　back；　a　little。　〃Nothing；　really…obviously；　she　wanted　to　state　her　case；　plead　for　the　colonel's　consent　to　the　marriage。〃
　Mizuha's　eyes　tightened；　but　otherwise　he　relaxed；　air　escaping　as　if　from　a　balloon；　his　body　being　even　smaller。　Then　he　said；　〃Let　us　talk　again；〃
　〃Sure。〃
　〃I　have　。。。　I　have　to　sort　a　few　things　out。　I　have　to　think。〃
　'Terry；　if　you　know　something；　tell　me；　hell；　tell　the　police。。。。〃
　Mizuha　was　shaking　his　head。　〃I'm　too　distraught　right　now。　I'm　confused。　I'm　afraid。　Please　give　me　a　few　hours。。。。We'll　talk　again。〃
　'Terry。。。〃
　But　the　conversation　ended　there；　because　something　attracted　Hully's　attention：　he　saw　Bill　Fielder　getting　out　of　a　gray　Ford　sedan　（it　beloriged　to　Colonel　Fielder）；　having　just　parked　in　the　Niumalu　lot。
　Something　was　terribly　wrong：　Bill　was　smiling；　his　expression　cheerful；　the　young　Naval　officer…who　was　in　a　green　sportshirt　and　chinos；　on　this　fine　off…duty　day…was　even　whistling　a　tune。
　〃We'll　talk　more；　later；〃　Hully　said；　and　Terry　Mizuha　was　getting　up　and　going　off　in　one　direction；　as　Hully…shuddering　as　if　from　cold　on　this　warm　morning…moved　through　that　open　archway　into　the　parking　lot；　where　he　approached　Bill；　catching　him　before　he　entered　the　lodge。
　〃Hey；　Hully。〃　The　handsome；　cleft…chinned　Fielder　wore　a　winning　smile。　〃Hell　of　a　beautiful　day；　huh？〃
　〃Yeah；　Bill…nice　weather；　even　for　Hawaii。〃　He　touched　his　friend's　arm。　〃You　doing　okay？〃
　〃Yeah；　better　today。　I　skipped　Hotel　Street；　and　had　it　out　with　Dad；　and。。。〃
　Hully　stopped　listening　to　his　optimistic　friend；　his　own　mind　throbbing　with　the　inescapable　realization　that　Bill　did　not　know　about　the　murder。。。。
　〃We　have　to　sit　down；〃。　Hully　said；　guiding　his　confused　friend　into　the　lodge　lobby；　〃and　we　have　to　talk。〃
　〃What's　wrong　with　you？　What　the　hell…listen；　I　have　to　see　Pearl；　she's　waiting；　I'm　a　little　late。。。。〃
　〃Sit　down；　Bill。　I　have　to　tell　you　something…something　very　bad。　Very　sad。〃
　Hully　sat　his　friend　down　in　the　wicker　chair　the　musician　had　vacated　and　he　stood　in　front　of　his　friend　and　quickly；　calmly；　as　gently　as　he　could；　told　Bill　Fielder　that　Pearl　Harada　had　been　murdered。
　Bill's　cry　of　emotional　pain　echoed　through　the　lodge　like　that　of　a　mortally　wounded　beast。
　The　young　Naval　officer　fell　onto　the　parquet　floor　and　assumed　a　fetal　position　and　Hully　got　down　there　with　him；　taking　his　friend　into　his　arms；　patting　him　on　the　back；　forting　him　as　Bill　howled　and　wept。　Hully　couldn't　even　offer　Bill　a　handkerchief　because　the　trumpet　player　had　taken　it。
　But　no　handkerchief　could　have　contained　the　tears　of　the　young　sailor。
　It　was　a　long　time　before　Bill　got　settled　down　enough　to　begin　asking　questions　about　the　particulars。
　Then；　suddenly；　the　brawny　officer　was　on　his　feet。　〃Harry　Kamana？　Harry　Kamana　did　this？　Where　the　hell　is　the　bastard？　I'll　break　his　goddamn　neck…〃
　Hully　held　him　by　the　arm。　〃The　police　have　Kamana；　Bill…he　may　not　have　done　it。　He　says　he　didn't。〃
　But　Bill　didn't　want　to　hear　about　that。　He　pulled　away　from　Hully；　ran　out　to　the　car；　and　tore　away；　throwing　crushed　coral　like　rice　at　a　wedding。
　Hully　wondered　what　the　hell　good　Bill　thought　he　could　do；　what　sort　of　revenge　he　could　take；　with　Kamana　behind　bars。
　He　also　wondered　if　there　was　the　remotest　possibility　that　his　friend　was　good　enough　an　actor　to　have　concocted　this　entire　scene…because　if　Bill　were　the　murderer　of　Pearl　Harada；　he　would've　had　to　have　done　that　very　thing。
　
　
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　Halftime
　
　The　Termite　Palace…as　locals　affectionately　if　accurately　referred　to　the　wooden…bleachered　Honolulu　Stadium…had　hosted　Bing　Crosby　concerts；　championship　boxing　matches；　and　even　a　notorious　race　between　Olympic　runner　Jesse　Owens　and　a　horse　（Owens　won）。　The　unprepossessing　facliity…at　the　ewa　（west）/makai　（seaward）　corner　of　King　and　Isen…berg　streets…was　also　home　to　every　Oahu　sporting　event　from　club　baseball　to　college　football　games；　like　today's　annual　Shriner…sponsored　contest。
　The　stands　were　packed；　over　twenty…five　thousand　in　attendance…10　percent　of　the　city's　population…which　was　unusual：　college　games　were　usually　lucky　to　draw　half　that　many　fans。　The　big　local　attraction　was　high…school　football；　the　eight…team　league　an　Oahu　obsession；　fueled　by　gambling　interests　whose　weekly　betting　turnover　was　said　to　be　half　a　million　dollars。
　Burroughs　found　the　casual　corruption　of　Honolulu　at　once　amusing　and　disturbing。　To　a　writer；　the　irony　of　sin　in　paradise　was　appealing；　and　he　disliked　the　legislation　of　morality；　but　the　town's　wide…open　gambling　and　unfettered　red…light　district　jarred　his　conservative　Midwestern　sensibilities。
　Somehow　the　rollickingly　enthusiastic　crowd…　watching　the　game　for　its　own　sake　（little　betting　attended　college　games）…gave　Burroughs　a　lift。　He　was　enjoying　this　exceptionally　beautiful　day　with　its　clear　sky　and　sharp　sunlight　as　much　as　anyone　in　the　polyglot　assemblage；　which　contained　more　than　its　share　of　high…ranking　military　personnel；　including　Colonel　Kendall　〃Wooch〃　Fielder；　next　to　whom　the　writer　sat。　As　the　first　half　neared　its　conclusion；　with　the　Roaring　Rainbows　of　the　University　of　Hawaii　leading　the　Bearcats　of　Willamette　（Oregon）　University　fourteen　to　nothing；　the　reserved　seat　on　the　other　side　of　Burroughs…meant　for　FBI　agent　Adam　Sterling…was　vacant。
　Sterling　was　a　rabidly　loyal　Willamette　grad；　who　for　weeks　had　been　vocal　about　looking　forward　to　this　game；　and　his　missing…in…action　status　nagged　at　Burroughs；　who　was　aware　the　agent　had　taken　off　early　this　morning　to　go　in　to　work。　The　writer　could　not　help　but　again　wonder　if　Sterling's　absence　was　related　to　the　murder　of　Pearl　Harada。
　When　Burroughs　had　returned　to　his　bungalow；　this　morning…after　his　conversations　first　with　Otto　Kuhn　and　then　with　Etfriede　Kuhn…he　had　e　in　on　Mrs。　Fujimoto；　who　was；　in　her　pastel　floral　kimono；　vacuuming　the　sitting　room。　He　had　directed　her　to　continue　working；　got　himself　a　bottle　of　Pepsi　from　their　little　refrigerator　perched　in　one　corner；　slipped　his　shoes　off　and　lounged　on　the　couch；　with　his　feet　up　on　it；　to　stay　out　of　the　maid's　way。
　Though　Mrs。　Fujimoto　was　invariably；　subserviently　formal　in　her　manner；　she　and　Burroughs　were　friendly…he　often　kidded　her；　prodding　giggles　out　of　her…and　her　college…boy　son　Sam　and　Hully　were　good　pals。　As　he　waited　for　Hully；　Burroughs　formed　a　few　questions　which　he　realized　the　maid　might　de…cline　to　answer。。。　but　were　definitely　worth　a　try。
　When　she　had　finished　her　vacuuming　and　began　her　feather…dusting；　Burroughs　said；　causally；　〃So　the　Kuhns　chased　you　out　early；　today。〃
　She　smiled　and　nodded；　carefully　dusting　his　work　area。
　〃Mr。　Kuhn　almost　knocked　me　down；〃　Burroughs　said；　still　lounging　on　the　sofa；　keeping　his　tone　light。　〃The　way　he　came　bolting　out　of　mat　bungalow；　I　thought　he　might　be　。。。　mad　or　something。〃
　She　nodded。　〃Mr。　Kuhn　very　upset　this　morning。〃
　〃Really？　Well；　you　know；　he　witnessed　that　murder　last　night。〃
　Mrs。　Fujimoto　looked　up　from　her　work。　〃I　did　hear　this。。。。So　sad。〃　She　sighed；　shook　her　head。　〃Miss　Pearl；　so　beautiful。〃
　〃It　was　a　terrible　tragedy Kuhn　identified　Harry　Kamana　as　the　killer；　you　know。〃
　She　nodded；　dusting。　〃That　I　also　hear。　Hard　to　believe。〃
　〃Why　do　you　say　that？〃
　She　dusted　some　more；　before　answering。　〃Mr。　Kamana。。。　he　is　a　very　gentle　man。　Kind　man。　He　always　treat　Miss　Pearl　with　kindness。〃
　The　opinion　of　an　〃invisible〃　person　like　a　maid；　here　at　the　Niumalu…who　observed　much；　from　the　sidelines…　was　not　to　be　undervalued。
　Burroughs　rose；　crossed　to　her　at　his　desk。　Her　eyes　widened…she　was　surprised　by　this　familiarity。
　Facing　her；　close　to　her；　he　said；　his　tone　serious　now；　〃I　don't　believe　Harry　Kamana　killed　that　young　woman。　Do　you？〃
　She　winced。　〃If　Mr。　Kuhn　say　he　saw　it。。。〃
　〃People　lie　sometimes　don't　they；　Mrs。　Fujimoto？　Were　the　Kuhns　arguing　this　morning？　The　way　he　came　flying　out　of　there；　that　was　the　impression　I　got。〃
　From　her　expression；　she　seemed　to　be　experiencing　physical　pain。　〃Oh；　Mr。　Burroughs。。。　do　not　ask；　please。　It　would　be　improper　for　me　to…〃
　〃It　would　be　improper　to　let　Harry　Kamana　take　the　blame　for　something　he　didn't　do。　My　son　and　I　are　looking　into　this　matter。〃
　〃But。。。　the　police。。。〃
　〃They've　already　made　their　minds　up　that　Harry　did　it…largely　because　of　what　Kuhn　told　them。。。。　Did　you　hear　anything　this　morning；　Mrs。　Fujimoto；　before　the　Kuhns　chased　you　out　of　there？　Anything。。。　suspicious？〃
　She　raised　her　hand；　in　a　gentle　〃stop〃　gesture。　〃Mr。　Burroughs。。。〃　〃Please。〃
　She　swallowed。　Shaking　her　head；　her　gaze　lowered；　she　said　softly；　〃They　did　argue。　I。。。。I　did　not　hear　much。〃
　〃What　did　yo