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Inside； the atmosphere was sterile。 He began a room…by…room search of the ground floor； determined to be as systematic as possible。 This was no time for unprofessional behavior： no shouting； no rushing about； just a cautious； efficient investigation。 The rooms were all empty； of people and of furniture。 A few items； discarded by the previous occupants of the house； emphasized rather than alleviated the sense of desolation。 He ascended a flight。
On the second floor he found Breer's room。 It stank； an unwholesome mingling of perfume and rancid meat。 In the corner a large…screened black…and…white television had been left on； its sound turned down to a sibilant whisper； some sort of quiz show was playing。 The quizmaster howled soundlessly in mock despair at a contestant's defeat。 The fluttering； metallic light fell on the few articles of furniture in the room： a bed with a bare mattress and several stained cushions； a mirror propped on a chair； the seat of which was littered with cosmetics and toilet waters。 On the walls were photographs torn from a book of war atrocities。 He did no more than glimpse at them； but their details； even in the doubtful light； were appalling。 He closed the door on the squalor and tried the next。 It was the toilet。 Beside that； the bathroom。 The fourth and last door on this floor was tucked around a half…corridor； and it was locked。 He turned the handle once； twice； back and forth； and then pressed his ear to the wood； listening for some clue from within。
〃Carys？〃 There was no reply： no sound of occupancy either。
〃Carys？ It's Marty。 Can you hear me？〃 He rattled the handle again； more fiercely。 〃It's Marty。〃 Impatience overtook him。 She was there； just beyond the door…he was suddenly seized by the absolute conviction of her presence。 He kicked the door； more out of frustration than anything； then； raising his heel to the lock； he booted it with all his strength。 The wood began to splinter beneath his assault。 Half a dozen further blows and the lock cracked； he put his shoulder to the door and forced it open。
The room smelled of her； was hot with her。 Other than her presence and her heat； however； it was practically empty。 Just a bucket in the corner； and a selection of empty dishes； a scattering of books； a blanket； a small table on which lay her gear： needles； hypodermic； dishes； matches。 She was lying； curled up on herself； in a corner of the room。 A lamp； with a low…voltage bulb in it； stood in another corner； its shade partially draped with a cloth to keep the light level lower yet。 She was wearing only a T…shirt and a pair of panties。 Other articles of clothing； jeans； sweaters； shirts； lay strewn around。 When she looked up at him he could see how the sweat on her brow made her hair cling。
〃Carys。〃 At first she didn't seem to recognize him。
〃It's me。 It's Marty。〃 A tick of a frown creased her shiny forehead。 〃Marty？〃 she said； her voice in miniature。 The frown deepened： he wasn't sure she even saw him； her eyes swam。 〃Marty；〃 she repeated； and this time the name seemed to mean something to her。
〃Yes； it's me。〃 He crossed the room to her； and she seemed almost shocked by the suddenness of his approach。 Her eyes sprang open； recognition flooding into them； with fear in attendance。 She half…sat up； the T…shirt clinging to her sweaty torso。 The crook of her arm was punctured and bruised。
〃Don't e near me。〃 〃What's wrong？〃 〃Don't e near me。〃 He took a step back at the ferocity of her order。 What the hell had they done to her？
She sat up fully； and put her head between her legs； elbows on her knees。
〃Wait 。 。 。〃 she said； still whispering。
Her breath became very regular。 He waited； aware for the first time that the room seemed to buzz。 Perhaps not just the room： perhaps this whine…as if a generator were humming away to itself somewhere in the building…had been in the air since he'd first e in。 If so； he hadn't noticed it。 Now； waiting for her to finish whatever ritual she was engaged upon； it irritated him。 Subtle； yet so pervasive it was impossible； after a few seconds of hearing it； to know if it were more than a whine in the inner ear。 He swallowed hard： his sinuses clicked。 The sound went on； a monotone。 At last； Carys looked up。
〃It's all right；〃 she said。 〃He isn't here。〃 〃I could have told you that。 He left the house two hours ago。 I watched him go。〃 〃He doesn't need to be here physically；〃 she said； rubbing the back of her neck。
〃Are you all right？〃 〃I'm fine。〃 From the tone of her voice they might have seen each other only the day before。 He felt foolish； as though his relief； his desire to pick her up and run； was inappropriate； even redundant。
〃We have to go；〃 he said。 〃They may e back。〃 She shook her head。 〃No use；〃 she told him。
〃What do you mean； no use？〃 〃If you knew what he can do。〃 〃Believe me； I've seen。〃 He thought of Bella； poor dead Bella； with her pups suckling rot。 He'd seen enough； and more。
〃There's no use trying to escape；〃 she insisted。 〃He's got access to my head。 I'm an open book to him。〃 This was an overstatement。 He was less and less able to control her。 But she was tired of the fight： almost as tired as the European。 She wondered sometimes if he hadn't infected her with his world…weariness； if a trace of him in her cortex hadn't tainted every possibility with the knowledge of its dissolution。 She saw that now； in Marty； whose face she'd dreamed； whose body she'd wanted。 Saw how he would age； would wind down and die； as everything wound down and died。 Why stand up at all； the disease in her system asked； if it's only a matter of time before you fall down again？
〃Can't you block him out？〃 Marty demanded。
〃I'm too weak to resist him。 With you I'll be weaker still。〃 〃Why？〃 The remark appalled him。
〃As soon as I relax； he'll get through。 Do you see？ The moment I surrender to anything； anyone； he can break in。〃 Marty thought about Carys〃 face on the pillow； and the way； for an insane moment； another face had seemed to peer down between her fingers。 The Last European had been watching； even then； sharing the experience。 A ménage à trois for male； female and occupying spirit。 Its obscenity touched deeper chords of anger in him： not the superficial rage of a righteous man； but a profound rejection of the European in all his decadence。 Whatever happened as a consequence； he would not be talked into leaving Carys to Mamoulian's devices。 If need be he'd take her against her will。 When she was out of this buzzing house； with the despair peeling the wallpaper； she'd remember how good life could be； he'd make her remember。 He stepped toward her again； and went down on his haunches to touch her。 She flinched。
〃He's occupied…〃 he reassured her； 〃…he's at the casino。〃 〃He'll kill you；〃 she said simply； 〃if he finds you've been here。〃 〃He'll kill me whatever happens now。 I've interfered。 I've seen his hidey…hole； and I'm going to do damage to it before we go； just so he remembers me。〃 〃Do whatever you want to do。〃 She shrugged。 〃It's up to you。 But leave me be。〃 〃So Papa was right；〃 Marty said bitterly。
〃Papa？ What did he tell you？〃 〃That you wanted to be with Mamoulian all along。〃 〃No。〃