goodbyemrhollywood书虫别了好莱坞先生.docx

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goodbyemrhollywood书虫别了好莱坞先生

goodbye-mr-hollywood（书虫-别了-好莱坞先生）

1

Mysterygirl

ItallbeganonabeautifulspringmorninginavillagecalledWhistler,inCanada--aprettylittlevillageinthemountainsofBritishColumbia.

  Therewasacaf?

inthevillage,withtablesoutside,andatoneofthesetablessatayoungman.Hefinishedhisbreakfast,drankhiscoffee,lookedupintothebluesky,andfeltthewarmsunonhisface.NickLortzwasahappyman.

  Thewaitercameuptohistable.'Morecoffee?

'heasked.

  'Yeah.Great,'saidNick.Hegavethewaiterhiscoffeecup.

  Thewaiterlookedatthecameraonthetable.'Onvacation?

'hesaid.'Whereareyoufrom?

'

  'SanFrancisco,'Nicksaid.Helaughed.'ButI'mnotonvacation--I'mworking.I'matravelwriter,andI'mdoingabookonmountainsinNorthAmerica.I'vegotsomegreatpicturesofyourmountain.'

  ThetwomenlookedupatWhistlerMountainbehindthevillage.Itlookedverybeautifulinthemorningsun.

  'Doyoutravelalot,then?

'askedthewaiter.

  'Allthetime,'Nicksaid.'Iwritebooks,andIwritefortravelmagazines.Iwriteabouteverything-differentcountries,towns,villages,rivers,mountains,people...'

  ThewaiterlookedoverNick'shead.'There'sagirlacrossthestreet,'hesaid.'Doyouknowher?

'

   Nickturnedhisheadandlooked.'No,Idon't.'

  'Well,sheknowsyou,Ithink,'thewaitersaid.'She'swatchingyouverycarefully.'HegaveNickasmile.'Haveaniceday!

'Hewentaway,backintothecaf?

  Nicklookedatthegirlacrossthestreet.Shewasabouttwenty-five,andshewasverypretty.'Sheiswatchingme,'Nickthought.Thenthegirlturnedandlookedinoneoftheshopwindows.Afterasecondortwo,shelookedbackatNickagain.

  Nickwatchedher.'Shelooksworried,'hethought.'What'sshedoing?

Isshewaitingforsomebody?

'

  Suddenly,thegirlsmiled.Thenshewalkedacrossthestreet,cameuptoNick'stable,andsatdown.Sheputherbagdownonthetable.Thebagwashalf-open.

  'Hi,I'mJan,'shesaid.'Doyourememberme?

WemetatapartyinToronto.'

  'Hi,Jan,'saidNick.Hesmiled.I'mNick.Butwedidn'tmeetatapartyin

big,beautifulsmile.Thensheturnedandwalkedquicklyaway.

  Nicksatdownagainandwatchedher.Shewalkeddowntheroadandintoabighotel.

  'Nowwhat,'thoughtNick,'wasthatallabout?

'

ThemanwithwhitehairwatchedNickandwaited.Afterfouroffiveminutes,Nickfinishedhiscoffee,tookhisbooksandhiscamera,andleftthecaf?

Hiscarwasjustoutsidethegirl'shotel,andhewalkedslowlyalongthestreettoit.

  Themanwithwhitehairwaitedasecond,thenquicklyfollowedNick.

  Fromawindowhighupinthehotel,thegirllookeddownintotheroad.ShesawNick,andthemanwithwhitehairaboutfiftyyardsbehindhim.Nickgotintohiscar,andthemanwithwhitehairwalkedquicklytoaredcaracrossthestreet.FivesecondslaterNickdroveawayinhisbluecar,andtheredcarbegantofollowhim.

  Whenthegirlsawthis,shesmiled,thenwenttoputsomethingsinhertravelbag.

2

Ahandintheback

Thatevening,inhishotelroominVancouver,NickcouldnotstopthinkingaboutthegirlintheWhistlercaf?

Whydidshecomeandsitwithhim?

Shedidn'tknowhim,andthatstoryaboutapartyinTorontowasn'ttrue.Andshewasworriedaboutsomething.Butwhat?

  Andthatkiss!

Itwasnice,ofcourse,butwhydidshedoit?

'Maybeshelikedmyface,'Nickthought.'Ormybrowneyes.ButI'mnotgoingtoseeheragain,soitdoesn'tmatter.Forgetit.'

  Heputsomemoneyinhispocketandwentdownstairstothehotelrestaurant.Buttherewerenofreetables,sohewalkeddowntoGastownandfoundarestaurantthere.

  Afterdinner,hewentforawalk.Vancouverwasafriendlycity,andNicklikedwalkingthroughGastownandChinatown,lookingintheshopsandwatchingthepeople.Itwasnearlydarknow,anditwasabusytimeoftheevening.Therewerealotofcars,andalotofpeople.

  Afteratime,Nickbegantowalkbacktohishotel.Hecametoabusystreet,andwaited,withasmallcrowdofpeople,togoacross.AtallwomaninabluedressstoodnexttohimSheturnedandsmiledathim.

   'It'sthefirstwarmeveningofspring,'shesaid.'It'snicetobeout,afterthelongcoldwinter.'

  'Yeah,'saidNick.'It'sgreat.It's-'

  Suddenly,therewasahandinhisback-andthehandpushedNickintotheroad.Nickfellonhisface,infrontofabiggreencar.

  Peoplescreamed.

  Butthegreencarstopped,onlyinchesfromNick'shead.ThewomaninthebluedressranintotheroadandpulledNicktohisfeet.

  'AreyouOK?

Whathappened?

'shesaid.

  ThedriverofthegreencarshoutedangrilyatNick,butNickdidnothearhim.

  'Somebodypushedme,'hesaidtothewoman.'Ididn'tfall-somebodypushedme!

'

  'Pushedyou?

'saidthewoman."Who?

'Ididn'tseeanybody.'

  Nicklookedatthefacesofthepeoplenearhim,buthedidn'tknowthem.

  Thenhesawaman'sback.Themanwastallandthin,andhadveryshortwhitehair.hewalkedquicklyawaydownthestreet,anddidnotlookback.

  'Hey,you!

'Nickshouted.'Wait!

'

  Butthemandidnotstop,andhewassoonlostinthecrowds.

  'Didhepushyou?

'askedthewomaninthebluedress.

  'I...Idon'tknow,'Nicksaid.

  'Doyouknowhim?

'sheasked.

  "Idon'tknowhisname,Nicksaid.'ButIknowthatshortwhitehair.NowwheredidIseeitbefore?

'

  Thewomanbegantomoveaway.'Imustgethome,'shesaid.'AreyouOKnow?

'

  'Yeah,I'mOK.'Nicksaid.'Andthanks.Thanksforyourhelp.'

  'That'sOK.'Thewomansmiled.'Becarefulnow!

'

   Backinhishotel,Nicksatonhisbedandthought.'Itwasanaccident.Nobodypushedme,itwasanaccident.Nobodywantstokillme.AndtherearehundredsofmeninVancouverwithwhitehair.'

  Itwasoneo'clockinthemorning,butNickcouldn'tsleep.Helistenedtothecarsintheroad,andhelookedatthenightskythroughhishotelroomwindow.

  Thenhesatatthetableandtriedtowritesomemoreofhisbookaboutmountains,buthecouldn'tthinkabouthiswork.Hegotbackintobed.

  Therewerefouroffivemagazinesinthehotelroom.Theywerenotveryinteresting,butNicksatinbedandopenedone...andsawaphotoof'MysteryGirl'!

  Helookedatthepictureverycarefully.But,yes,itwasher!

Jan,thegirlfromtheWhistlercaf?

  Shewasnexttoamanofaboutfiftyorfifty-five,andtheywereinthegardenofabig,expensivehouse.Theysmiledatthecamera,andtheylookedveryhappy.

  Canadianmillionaire,HowardHutson,andhisdaughter,Meg,itsaidunderthepicture,attheirhomeinToronto.MegHutson!

NotJan.NotMysteryGirl.MegHutson,thedaughterofamillionaire!

Nickreaditagain.

Whydidshecomeandsitwithmeinthecaf?

atWhistler?

'hethought.'Millionaires'daughtersdon'tsitwithstrangersincaf閟,andthengivethemabigkisswhentheyleave!

Whydidshedoit?

Whatdidshewant?

'

---

Hethoughtbacktothecaf?

inWhistler,andthegirlnexttohimatthetable.Thenherememberedsomething.Herememberedamanatatableneartheminthecaf?

Atallthinman,aboutsixtyyearsold.Amanwithveryshortwhitehair.Nickdidn'tsleepmuchthatnight.

3

Awalkinthepark

ThenextdaywasThursday.Nickstayedinhishotelroomandwroteaboutmountainsallmorning.thenhedrovetoStanleyParkintheafternoon.Hesatandreadabookforanhour,thenhewentforawalkunderthetalltrees.

  Therewasnobodyhere.Itwasquiet,andhecouldwalkandthink.HethoughtaboutMegHutson,andaboutthemanwithwhitehair.DidheknowMegHutson?

Didsheknowhim?

HerememberedMegHutson'slastwords.Drivecarefully,MrHollywood.

  Whydidshesaythat?

WhydidshecallhimMrHollywood?

Hedidn'tunderstandanyofit.

  Suddenly,heheardanoise.

  Hestopped.'Thatwasagun!

'hethought.'There'ssomebodyinthetreeswithagun!

Thereitisagain!

'

  Thensomethinghitthetreeoverhishead.

  'Somebody'sshootingme!

'Nickthought.Heturnedandran.

  Andsomebodybegantorunafterhim.

  Nickranthroughthetrees.Therewasnosuninhere,anditwashalf-dark.Andtherewerenopeople.Nobodytohelphim.

  'Imustgettomycar,'Nickthought.'Findsomepeople...thepolice...'Heranon.

  Hecouldstillhearthegunmanbehindhim,soheranfaster.Afterthreeorfourminutes,hestoppedandlistened.

  Nothing.Itwasallquiet.

  Nickwasafraid.'What'shappening?

'hethought.'Whyissomebodyshootingatme?

Firstahandpushesmeinfrontofacar,andnowsomebody'sshootingatme!

'

  Hewaitedanothersecondortwo,thenwalkedquicklybacktohiscar.Hewasverycareful.Helookedandlistenedallthetime.Butnobodycameoutofthetrees,andnobodyshotathim.Thenhesawpeople-womenwithyoungchildren,someboyswithafootball,twomenwithadog.Hebegantofeelbetter.'Nobodycanshootmenow,'hethought.'Notwithallthesepeoplehere.'

  Tenminuteslater,hewasbackathiscar.

  Therewasaletteronthewindow.Nickreadit.Itsaid:

  I'mgoingtokillyou,MrHollywood.

Nickdrovetothenearestpolicestation.Hewaitedforhalfanhour,thenatiredyoungpolicemantookhimintoasmallroom.Nicktoldhisstory,andthepolicemanwroteitalldown.

  'Sowhatareyougoingtodo?

'askedNick.

  'Nothing,'saidthepoliceman.

  'Nothing!

'saidNick.'Butsomebodyshotatme,and-'

  'MrLords,'thepolicemansaidtiredly.'Howmanypeoplearethereinthistownwithguns?

'

  'Idon'tknow,'saidNick.'But...'

  'Youdidn'tseethegunman.Wasitaman,aboy,awoman?

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