现代⼤学英语精读第⼆版（第⼀册）学习笔记（原⽂及全⽂翻译）——4B-DoubleCross（圈套）
Double Cross
Double Cross
Roy Ray
Janet pulled the page from her typewriter and looked nervously at her wristwatch. It was almost time. From the inner office came sounds of her boss preparing to leave, the sounds of doors opening and closing. The sounds were well-known to her after eight years as his cretary. Then her boss himlf stood at the door, pushing a long arm into his topcoat. She saw how good he looked in his gray suit. It emed just right against his graying hair.
"Good night, Mr. Mason." She said with a weak smile.
"Good night, Janet. I'll e you Monday morning as usual."
He was quick and friendly. Perhaps, she only imagined the look of concern in his eyes as he walked out.
Janet covered her typewriter. She pulled a lipstick and mirror from her pur. Her hands were cold and shaky when she began to redden her lips and ran a comb through her hair. There would be no time to stop at the women's restroom this evening to do this. She felt a terror slowly rising up inside herlf. How could she ever go through with it? But she knew she must. It was too late to retreat. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a knitting basket and a ball of wool with needles sticking out. At the bottom of the basket, lay three microfilms, each in a metal ca. She stared at them, feeling guilty.
She felt a nervous shock as the whistle blew. She stuffed the wool back into the basket, ized her pur, and took a last look around the office. Then she walked into the hall filled with cretaries and clerks hurrying home. Doors opened, and more workers walked out into the hall. The click of high-heels made the pounding of Janet's heart em louder, as she moved along with the crowd. It was like every Friday. There was a noisy excitement in the air. Everyone was in a hurry to leave their desks. The weekend lay ahead.
Janet held her pur in one hand with the netting basket hooked over her wrist. She pushed her way outside into the afternoon sunshine. "Easy, now," she told herlf. She stopped to let the crowd flow past her. As she looked ahead down the long ramp leading to the guard's gate, her heart sank. Besid
e the regular guard, Scotty, there was a guard she never saw before. He was helping Scotty inspect the people moving through the gate. He looked at their pass and badges. He peered into their purs and lunch pails more carefully than Scotty, it emed.
Janet retreated to the doorway of the building. As a rule, she did not leave so early and had forgotten that an extra guard was statione读书心得体会
d at the gate at this hour. She noticed how tightly she was holding her pur. "Be calm," she said to herlf, "be natural. Everything depends on getting through that gate." Getting the microfilms had been easy enough with her curity clearance but getting them past the guard would be the test.
She remembered how she and her husband Charles had gone over step by step what she was to do. They had prepared f三什么成语
or a month. It sounded easy when Charles gave her the plan. He had worked it all out even before he told her what he wanted her to do. It was well known that Janet was still a young bride. It emed natural, therefore, to u a knitting basket to smuggle the films out of the plant. They cho the night when her old friend Scotty, a nior guard on the force, took his turn at the gate. She had spent the whole past month working on him. She often left the plant late and stopped at the gate to chat with him. She talked about his boy who was in the navy, and she spoke about the little things she was knitting. A few times, she tested him by being chatty, saying nothing a
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ut the knitting, and then passing the knitting through without inspection.
The crowd at the gate got thin and the extra guard waved to Scotty as he moved off in the opposite direction. Janet clod her eyes a cond and took a deep breath. Now! As naturally as possible, she moved down the ramp. She hoped the smile on her face did not appear as stiff as it felt.
She swallowed twice before she greeted her friend. "Hello, Scotty! How are you?"
She felt a rush of guilt as a grin broke across his face.
"Good evening, Mrs. Heath. You are early tonight."
"Yes, my husband is meeting me, Scotty." She held out her pass with her picture on it, and pulled back her coat so he could e her badge pinned to her dress.
Scotty nodded, "How's the knitting?"
"This was it!" She removed a baby's woolen bootee and held it out for his inspection.
"I've finished this one, but haven't done much on the other." A horn honked. "Oh，there's my husban
d. I have to run. Good night, Scotty." She wondered if her voice sounded as shaky to him as it did to her own ears. She tosd the bootee back into the basket, and squeezed past the guardhou. She half ran along the sidewalk, Scotty's good night following her.
She forced herlf to remain calm, and slowed down. She walked toward the green car parked at the curb, its motor running. She was shaking so much that she could not turn the handle of the door. Charles reached over to open it for her and she slid into the at beside him.
He looked at her, "Did you get them?根本矛盾
" His voice was ten. He showed the pressure he must have been feeling while sitting there waiting for her to come through the gate.
"Yes," she nodded with a dead feeling.
"Good girl, I knew you could do it." The car moved off into the traffic.
"Did you have any trouble getting the stuff?" Charles was pleasant again and gave her a cigarette. "Just try to relax," he said, "everything is all right. I will drop you off at the apartment as planned, and then deliver the microfilms." He turned on the radio. "Maybe some music will calm you."
At last, the car turned into a quiet street. Charles reached into the knitting basket and took the three
shiny disks. He put them inside his coat pocket, and then handed her the basket. He kisd her. "See you later."
She entered her apartment like a person in a fog. She crosd to the wide window and looked out. Her husband's green car was pulling away from the stoplight at the end of the street. She looked up and down the street, and then saw what she was looking for. A black car moved out from the driveway beyond the apartment hou and followed her husband. Behind the black car was another one. Inside the car was her boss. "Well," she said to the empty room, "that's that." But she continued standing, looking out into the street, long after the three cars had disappeared from sight.
She still felt numb, dead. She wondered when she would begin to feel something, the pain and guilt of a wife who had betrayed her husband. She thought back over everything that led up to that betrayal, to the night less than six weeks after their marriage. She lay with her head on his arm, and his hand gently stroked her hair. He confesd to her his connections and told her what he expected her to do. She remembered the horror she felt over this terrible request, the shock and disbelief. Her instinct had been to cry out, to rebel. But some inner voice had warned her to be careful. This was something bigger than just herlf and her marriage, a marriage now broken into little pieces.
And it had been something bigger than herlf which made her tell her boss the facts. His calmness quieted her. She was able later to listen a plan he developed together with the FBI for her to go along with her husband's plans.
It was almost dark outside when she turned from the window and reached for a table lamp. She crosd the room she had shared with Charles Heath. She took off her coat and opened a door to the clothes clot. She reached for a clothes hanger. Suddenly she stopped. One side of the clot was empty. All his clothes were gone. She looked around the room. All his things were gone, as if there never had been such a person as Charles Heath. She was sharply hit by the full meaning of the situation. Charles had never meant to return. She had just been his tool—married her for his purpo. She wondered how many other tools there had been before her. She started to laugh. Then her laughter turned into sobs, great heaving sobs, and she threw herlf across the bed. As she gave in to her miry, there was a fleeting thought: "I'll cry tonight. Tomorrow, I'll call my lawyer."
圈套
圈套
罗伊雷
珍妮特从她的打字机⾥抽出纸，紧张地看了看⼿表。差不多到时间了。从⾥⾯的办公室⾥传来她的⽼板准备离开的声⾳：门⼀开⼀关的声⾳。给他当了 8年的秘书，她很熟悉这些声⾳。然后她⽼板站在门前，将⼀只长⼿臂插在外套⾥。她看到他穿着灰⾊西装显得多么神采奕奕，⾐服看来刚好与他的灰⾊头发相配。
“再见，梅森先⽣。”她说着，微微笑了笑。
“再见，珍妮特。⼀如往常，星期⼀早上见。”
他说得⼜快⼜友好。他⾛出去时眼中带着关切——这也许只是她的想象。
珍妮特盖好打字机，从钱夹⾥拿出⼝红和镜⼦。当她开始涂⼝红和梳头发时，她的双⼿冰冷发抖。今晚没时间上洗⼿间去做这些了。她感到⼀种恐惧正慢慢地从⼼底升起。她⼼存恐惧，怎么能够挺过去？但她知道她必须挺过去。要退缩已经来不及了。她把⼿伸进抽屉，拉出⼀个编织筐和⼀团带着针的⽑线。在筐⼦底下藏着三卷微缩胶卷，都⽤⾦属盒⼦装着。她凝视着胶卷，深感愧疚。
听到哨⼦声，她紧张地抖了⼀下。她把⽑线塞进筐⼦，抓起钱夹⼦，最后环视了⼀下办公室。之后她⾛进⼤厅，厅⾥满是匆忙回家的秘书和职员。门开了，更多的员⼯⾛进⼤厅。当她随着⼈群往外⾛时，⾼跟鞋的嗒嗒声似乎使她的⼼跳声显得更⼤了。与每个星期五⼀样，空⽓中弥漫着喧闹和兴奋。每⼈都在急匆匆地离开办公桌。周末即将来临。
珍妮特⼿⾥握着钱夹⼦，⼿腕上挎着编织筐。她挤出去，⾛进了午后的阳光⾥。“现在，放轻松，”她告诉⾃⼰。她停下来让⼈群从她跟前经过。低头看着前⾯通往安检门的长坡道，她的⼼沉了下去。除了平常的保安员斯科蒂之外，还有⼀个她从没见过的保安员。他正在帮着斯科蒂检查通过门⼝的⼈们。他看着⼈们的通⾏证和徽章，盯着⼈们的钱夹⼦和午餐盒。看起来他⽐斯科蒂更仔细。
珍妮特退到楼房的门边。她⼀般不会⾛这么早，忘了这个时候门⼝会另外布置⼀个保安员。她意识到⾃⼰紧攥着钱夹，“镇静点，”她对⾃⼰说，“⾃然点。⼀切都靠通过这扇门了。” 凭着她的安全卡，微缩胶卷很容易就到⼿了，但把它们带过这扇门将是⼀个考验。
她想起她和丈夫查尔斯如何⼀步⼀步重复练习她要做的事。他们已准备了⼀个⽉。当查尔斯告诉她这⼀计划时，⼀切听上去很简单。甚⾄在开⼝告诉她他想让她做什么之前，他就已经把⼀切都计划好了。⼤家都知道珍妮特刚做新娘，所以⽤编织筐把胶卷从⼯⼚⾥偷带出来显得是很⾃然的事。他们选择了她的⽼朋友斯科蒂——个⽼资格的保安员——当班的晚上。过去的⼀整个⽉她都为此在他⾝上费⼼思。她经常很晚离开⼯⼚，并在门⼝停下来和他聊天。她和他谈他那当海军的⼉⼦，谈她在编织的⼩东西。有⼏次，她试着和他闲聊，不提编织的事， 然后未经检查就把编织的东西带了出来。
门⼝的⼈越来越少了，另外那个保安员朝斯科蒂挥了挥⼿往相反的⽅向⾛了。珍妮特闭了⼀秒钟眼，深吸了⼀⼝⽓。好了！她尽量装出⼀副⾃然的样⼦，朝坡道⾛下去。她希望⾃⼰脸上的笑容看起来不像她感到的那样僵硬。
她咽了两⼝唾沫，然后才向她的⽼朋友打招呼。“嗨，斯科蒂，你好吗？ ”
看着他脸上绽放的笑容，她突然感到⼀阵强烈的愧疚之情。
“晚上好，西斯夫⼈。你今晚⽐平常早。”
“是的，我丈夫在等着我，斯科蒂。”她拿出贴着她照⽚的通⾏证，把⼤⾐往后拉了拉让他能看到别在⾐服上的徽章。
斯科蒂点了点头。“东西织得怎么样啦？ ”
“就是这个！ ”她拿出⼀个婴⼉的⽑线靴，递过去让他检查。
“这个织完了，另⼀个还没织多少。”汽车喇叭响了。“哦，那是我丈夫。我得赶紧⾛了。再见，斯科蒂。”她听到⾃⼰的声⾳在发抖，不知道斯科蒂听出来没有。她把⽑线靴塞进筐⼦，从安检所挤了出去。她半跑着⾛过⼈⾏道，⾝后响起斯科蒂说的“再见”。
她强迫⾃⼰保持镇定，放慢步伐。她⾛向停在路边的绿⾊⼩车，⼩车的发动机还在运转。她全⾝抖得太厉害了，连车门的把⼿都打不开。查尔斯侧过⾝来给她打开门，她悄悄地坐在他旁边的座位上。
他看着她。“拿到了吗？”他的声⾳很紧张，显⽰出他坐在这⾥等她通过安检门时 ⼀定感觉到了压⼒。
“是的。”她点了点头，带着怕得要死的神情。
“好样的，我知道你⾏的。”车驶⼊正道。
“拿东西时碰到什么⿇烦了吗？ ”查尔斯⼜变得⾼兴起来，递给她⼀⽀⾹烟。“尽量放松，” 他说，“⼀切正常。按照计划，我送你到住所下车，然后我去送胶卷。”他将收⾳机打开，“或许放些⾳乐能够团支部工作总结
让你平静下来。”
最后车开到⼀条僻静的街上。查尔斯把⼿伸进编织筐拿出三个闪亮的碟。他把碟放进⼤⾐⼝袋，然后把编织筐递给她。他吻了吻她，
说：“待会⼉见。”
她回到公寓，脑⼦⾥⼀团糟。她穿过房间⾛到⼤窗⼦前朝外看。她丈夫的绿⾊⼩车正驶离街道尽头的交通指⽰灯。她上下巡视街头，然后看到了⾃⼰在寻找的东西。⼀辆⿊⾊的⼩车从公寓楼外的车道开了出来，尾随着她丈夫。⿊⾊的车后还有⼀辆车，⾥⾯坐着她的⽼板。“好了，”她对着空空的房间说，“就这样了。”但她继续站着，凝视着街头，那三辆车早已消失不见了。
她还是觉得死⼀般的⿇⽊。她不知道⾃⼰什么时最好用的洗发水
候才会恢复感觉，感觉到⼀个妻⼦背叛她丈夫的痛苦和愧疚。”她回忆着那些导致这个背叛的点点滴滴，想起结婚不到6个星期的⼀个晚上。她躺着，头枕
在他的⼿臂上，他的⼿温柔地抚弄着她的头发。他向她坦⽩了他的背景，并告诉她他期望她做些什么。她还记得听到那个可怕的请求时她的恐惧、震惊和难以置信。她本能地想⼤哭、抗议，但某个内在的声⾳警告她要谨慎从事。这件事⽐她本⼈、⽐她的婚姻要重要得多，⽽她的婚姻现在已⽀离破碎。
正是因为这事要⽐她本⼈更重要，她才告诉了她的⽼板。⽼板的镇静使她也平静了下来。她后来还听取了她⽼板和联邦调查局共同策划的⽅案：她⽀持她丈夫的计划。
外⾯天⼏乎⿊了，她从窗⼝转过⾝去找台灯。她⾛过她和查尔斯西斯合住的房间。她脱下外套，打开⾐柜的⼀扇门，想取⼀个⾐架。突然她停了下来。⾐柜有⼀边是空的。他所有的⾐服都不见了。她环视着房间，他所有的东西都不见了，好像查尔斯西斯这个⼈从来就未存在过。眼前的⼀切使她恍然⼤悟。查尔斯根本没打算再回来。她只是他的⼯具——他是出于他的需要才和她结婚的。她不知道在她之前还有多少别的⼯具。她开始⼤笑起来。随后这笑变成了呜咽，⼀阵⼀阵痛苦的呜咽，她扑在床上。悲痛不已的她脑⼦⾥闪过⼀个想法我今晚要痛哭⼀场。明天，我要找我的律师。”
Key Words:
wool [wul]
n. ⽺⽑，⽑线，⽑织品
terror ['ter]
n. 恐怖，惊骇，令⼈惧怕或讨厌的⼈或事物
drawer ['dr:]
n. 抽屉，拖曳者，制图员，开票⼈
retreat [ri'tri:t]
n. 休息寓所，撤退，隐居
v. 撤退，向后倾
guilty ['gilti]
adj. 有罪的，内疚的
typewriter ['taip.rait]
n. 打字机，打字员
mason ['meisn]
n. 泥⽡匠 Mason: 共济会会员
wrist [rist]
n. ⼿腕，护腕
whistle ['wisl]
n. ⼝哨，汽笛，⼚笛，啸啸声，⽤于召唤或发布命令的哨声
inspect [in'spekt]
vt. 调查，检阅
vi. 调查
curity [si'kju:riti]
n. 安全，防护措施，保证，抵押，债券，证券doorway ['d:wei]
n. 门⼝
guilt [gilt]
n. 罪⾏，内疚
badge [bd]
n. 徽章，标记，正章，象征
vt. 授给 .
spoke [spuk]
v. 说，说话，演说
stiff [stif]
adj. 硬的，僵直的，⽣硬的，拘谨的，不灵活的
nior ['si:nj]
adj. 年长的，⾼级的，资深的，地位较⾼的
grin [grin]
v. 露齿⽽笑，(以咧嘴笑来)表⽰
n. 露齿
inspection [in'spekn]
n. 检查，视察
haven ['heivn]
n. 港⼝，避难所，安息所 v. 安置 ... 于港中，horn [h:n]
n. 动物⾓，喇叭，触⾓，⾓状物，⼒量源泉handle ['hndl]
n. 柄，把⼿
v. 买卖，处理，操作，驾驭
curb [k:b]
n. 抑制，勒马绳，边⽯，路缘
vt. 抑制，
sidewalk ['said.w:k]
n. ⼈⾏道
