goodbyemrhollywood书虫别了好莱坞先生.docx

1、goodbyemrhollywood书虫别了好莱坞先生1 Mystery girlIt all began on a beautiful spring morning in a village called Whistler, in Canada - a pretty little village in the mountains of British Columbia. There was a caf?in the village, with tables outside, and at one of these tables sat a young man. He finished his

2、 breakfast, drank his coffee, looked up into the blue sky, and felt the warm sun on his face. Nick Lortz was a happy man. The waiter came up to his table. More coffee? he asked. Yeah. Great, said Nick. He gave the waiter his coffee cup. The waiter looked at the camera on the table. On vacation? he s

3、aid. Where are you from? San Francisco, Nick said. He laughed. But Im not on vacation - Im working. Im a travel writer, and Im doing a book on mountains in North America. Ive got some great pictures of your mountain. The two men looked up at Whistler Mountain behind the village. It looked very beaut

4、iful in the morning sun. Do you travel a lot, then? asked the waiter. All the time, Nick said. I write books, and I write for travel magazines. I write about everything - different countries, towns, villages, rivers, mountains, people. The waiter looked over Nicks head. Theres a girl across the stre

5、et, he said. Do you know her? Nick turned his head and looked. No, I dont. Well, she knows you, I think, the waiter said. Shes watching you very carefully. He gave Nick a smile. Have a nice day! He went away, back into the caf? Nick looked at the girl across the street. She was about twenty-five, an

6、d she was very pretty. She is watching me, Nick thought. Then the girl turned and looked in one of the shop windows. After a second or two, she looked back at Nick again. Nick watched her. She looks worried, he thought. Whats she doing? Is she waiting for somebody? Suddenly, the girl smiled. Then sh

7、e walked across the street, came up to Nicks table, and sat down. She put her bag down on the table. The bag was half-open. Hi, Im Jan, she said. Do you remember me? We met at a party in Toronto. Hi, Jan, said Nick. He smiled. Im Nick. But we didnt meet at a party in Toronto. I dont go to parties ve

8、ry often, and never in Toronto. Oh, the girl said. But she didnt get up or move away. Have some coffee, said Nick. The story about the party in Toronto wasnt true, but it was a beautiful morning, and she was a pretty girl. Maybe it was a party in Montr閍l. Or New York. The girl laughed. OK. Maybe it

9、was. And yes, Id love some coffee. When she had her coffee, Nick asked, What are you doing in Whistler? Or do you live here? Oh no, she said. Im just, er, just travelling through. And what are you doing here? Im a travel writer, Nick said, and Im writing a book about famous mountains. Thats interest

10、ing, she said. But her face was worried, not interested, and she looked across the road again. A man with very short, white hair walked across the road. He was about sixty years old, and he was tall and thin. The girl watched him. Are you waiting for someone? asked Nick. No, she said quickly. Then s

11、he asked, Where are you going next, Nick? To Vancouver, for three or four days, he said. When are you going? she asked. Later this morning, he said. There was a letter in the top of the girls half-open bag. Nick could see some of the writing, and he read it because he saw the word Vancouver - . and

12、we can meet at the Empress Hotel, Victoria, Vancouver Island, on Friday afternoon. So shes going to Vancouver too, he thought. Suddenly the girl said, Do you like movies? Movies? Yes, I love movies, he said. Why? I know a man, and he - he loves movies, and going to the cinema, she said slowly. Peopl

13、e call him Mr Hollywood. She smiled at Nick. Can I call you Mr Hollywood too? Nick laughed. OK, he said. And what can I call you? She smiled again. Call me Mystery Girl, she said. Thats a good name for you, said Nick. Just then, the man with white hair came into the caf? He did not look at Nick or t

14、he girl, but he sat at a table near them. He asked the waiter for some breakfast, then he began to read a magazine. The girl looked at the man, then quickly looked away again. Do you know him? Nick asked her. No, she said. She finished her coffee quickly and got up. I must go now, she said. Nick sto

15、od up, too. Nice to - he began. But the girl suddenly took his face between her hands, and kissed him on the mouth. Drive carefully, Mr Hollywood. Goodbye she said, with a big, beautiful smile. Then she turned and walked quickly away. Nick sat down again and watched her. She walked down the road and

16、 into a big hotel. Now what, thought Nick, was that all about?The man with white hair watched Nick and waited. After four of five minutes, Nick finished his coffee, took his books and his camera, and left the caf? His car was just outside the girls hotel, and he walked slowly along the street to it.

17、 The man with white hair waited a second, then quickly followed Nick. From a window high up in the hotel, the girl looked down into the road. She saw Nick, and the man with white hair about fifty yards behind him. Nick got into his car, and the man with white hair walked quickly to a red car across

18、the street. Five seconds later Nick drove away in his blue car, and the red car began to follow him. When the girl saw this, she smiled, then went to put some things in her travel bag.2A hand in the backThat evening, in his hotel room in Vancouver, Nick could not stop thinking about the girl in the

19、Whistler caf? Why did she come and sit with him? She didnt know him, and that story about a party in Toronto wasnt true. And she was worried about something. But what? And that kiss! It was nice, of course, but why did she do it? Maybe she liked my face, Nick thought. Or my brown eyes. But Im not go

20、ing to see her again, so it doesnt matter. Forget it. He put some money in his pocket and went downstairs to the hotel restaurant. But there were no free tables, so he walked down to Gastown and found a restaurant there. After dinner, he went for a walk. Vancouver was a friendly city, and Nick liked

21、 walking through Gastown and Chinatown, looking in the shops and watching the people. It was nearly dark now, and it was a busy time of the evening. There were a lot of cars, and a lot of people. After a time, Nick began to walk back to his hotel. He came to a busy street, and waited, with a small c

22、rowd of people, to go across. A tall woman in a blue dress stood next to him She turned and smiled at him. Its the first warm evening of spring, she said. Its nice to be out, after the long cold winter. Yeah, said Nick. Its great. Its- Suddenly, there was a hand in his back - and the hand pushed Nic

23、k into the road. Nick fell on his face, in front of a big green car. People screamed. But the green car stopped, only inches from Nicks head. The woman in the blue dress ran into the road and pulled Nick to his feet. Are you OK? What happened? she said. The driver of the green car shouted angrily at

24、 Nick, but Nick did not hear him. Somebody pushed me, he said to the woman. I didnt fall - somebody pushed me! Pushed you? said the woman. Who? I didnt see anybody. Nick looked at the faces of the people near him, but he didnt know them. Then he saw a mans back. The man was tall and thin, and had ve

25、ry short white hair. he walked quickly away down the street, and did not look back. Hey, you! Nick shouted. Wait! But the man did not stop, and he was soon lost in the crowds. Did he push you? asked the woman in the blue dress. I. I dont know, Nick said. Do you know him? she asked. I dont know his n

26、ame, Nick said. But I know that short white hair. Now where did I see it before? The woman began to move away. I must get home, she said. Are you OK now? Yeah, Im OK. Nick said. And thanks. Thanks for your help. Thats OK. The woman smiled. Be careful now! Back in his hotel, Nick sat on his bed and t

27、hought. It was an accident. Nobody pushed me, it was an accident. Nobody wants to kill me. And there are hundreds of men in Vancouver with white hair. It was one oclock in the morning, but Nick couldnt sleep. He listened to the cars in the road, and he looked at the night sky through his hotel room

28、window. Then he sat at the table and tried to write some more of his book about mountains, but he couldnt think about his work. He got back into bed. There were four of five magazines in the hotel room. They were not very interesting, but Nick sat in bed and opened one. and saw a photo of Mystery Gi

29、rl! He looked at the picture very carefully. But, yes, it was her! Jan, the girl from the Whistler caf? She was next to a man of about fifty or fifty-five, and they were in the garden of a big, expensive house. They smiled at the camera, and they looked very happy. Canadian millionaire, Howard Hutso

30、n, and his daughter, Meg, it said under the picture, at their home in Toronto. Meg Hutson! Not Jan. Not Mystery Girl. Meg Hutson, the daughter of a millionaire! Nick read it again. Why did she come and sit with me in the caf?at Whistler? he thought. Millionaires daughters dont sit with strangers in

31、caf閟, and then give them a big kiss when they leave! Why did she do it? What did she want?-He thought back to the caf?in Whistler, and the girl next to him at the table. Then he remembered something. He remembered a man at a table near them in the caf? A tall thin man, about sixty years old. A man with very short white hair. Nick didnt sleep much that night.3A walk in the park