The Gordian Knot - Bernhard Schlink [73]
“Then I’ll go alone with Jill.”
She put down the brown shopping bag and put her hands on her hips. “You really are crazy. You and Jill … What are you up to? What do you hope to gain from it?”
“I’m taking Jill as a hostage if you really want to know. As a hostage so that you won’t say a word to anyone until I come back and get away for good. So you don’t run to Joe Benton and betray me.”
“I would never do that. I haven’t done it all the time you’ve been here.”
“I’m taking her as a hostage so you don’t confess to Benton that you copied the Mermoz documents and gave them to me. For that’s exactly what you’ll do tomorrow or the day after.”
“Oh no! I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it won’t work. Even if I wanted to—I just can’t, I have no idea where he keeps the documents, how I could get hold of them, how I should copy them—”
“You can photograph them. You know how to do that. And don’t try telling me you can’t.… You’ve been his lover for years, you still sleep with him, you know he got thirty million from Gorgefield Aircraft, which you couldn’t have learned from the assets report of Townsend Enterprises, you know he arranged Maurin’s murder and …”
“And your cats, don’t forget your cats,” she said. He looked at her, dumbfounded. She again had her shrill little girl’s voice, but at the same time scorn and sheer hatred in her voice and her narrowed eyes. “You on your high horse! You think you’re better than him and better than me. You look down on us. But that’s just the way life is, everyone fights for their own piece of the cake, you too, only not as well! Joe didn’t make the rules!”
“You don’t understand the key point,” he said calmly. “All these years you’ve known Benton well enough to be able to find out where he keeps the Mermoz documents and how you can get hold of them. The point isn’t who made the rules. Okay, Benton didn’t make them, you didn’t make them, I didn’t make them. But the thing is that I’ve finally understood them, just the way you and Benton have long understood them! I have Jill. You get hold of the Mermoz documents. You’ll also get hold of the names of Benton’s contact at Gorgefield Aircraft and a letterhead of Gorgefield’s, a brochure, whatever has the firm’s logo on it. If you want Jill back, you’d better get to it.”
“You really mean it!”
“Yes, Fran, I really mean it.”
“And how do you imagine you and Jill managing in San Francisco?”
“What’s to imagine? There must be thousands of fathers on the road with their little daughters. Once I’m there, I’ll take her along with me if I can’t get a babysitter, and I’ll feed her and change her diapers.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that. If you have any advice, I’m all ears. I could buy one of those baby carriers and sling it across my chest—you know the ones I mean.”
They looked at each other. In her glance there was no longer hate, only sadness. Sadness? Georg had seen her frightened, anxious, remote, rejecting, hostile, cheerful, but never sad. If she can look like that, he thought, then she really is Sleeping Beauty behind the hedge of roses. Whether she could gaze happily with the same seriousness and collectedness … Could she? Now her glance pierced though him—Georg would gladly have asked her what she was thinking. Then there was a bright gurgling in her throat, a smothered laugh that she covered with her hand—perhaps she was amused, imagining Georg with Jill in a sling across his chest. But just for a moment.
“If you really do do that, Georg, I’ll never forgive you! Never! To take Jill from me, use her to blackmail me—I can’t find words for how despicable I think that is, how low, how cowardly! You haven’t been able to fight like a … like a man for your piece of the cake, or perhaps you tried and missed out, and now you want to try in some kind of backhanded way, after the fact.… What you didn’t destroy back then in Cucuron you’re destroying now. I know I never should have let myself in for the job in Cucuron, and I ought not to have let it happen between us, or for it to get serious and go on for