Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Dan was tempted to stop about twenty times as they trailed Irina Spasky down the Rue de Rivoli. (He wondered if that meant "the Street of Ravioli," but he decided Amy would laugh at him if he asked.) A few times he wanted to check stuff out — like the cool glass pyramid at the Louvre and the street performers who were juggling fire outside the Tuileries garden. There was also a vendor selling crème glacée, and Dan was pretty sure that meant ice cream. Mostly, though, he wanted to stop because his feet hurt. "Is she ever going to take a break?" he complained. Amy didn't seem to be getting tired at all. "Does it seem odd to you that we happened to find Irina Spasky out of ten million people in

当他们沿着里沃利街尾随伊琳娜·斯帕斯基时，丹有二十次想停下来。 （他想知道这是不是指“意大利饺子街”，但他觉得如果他问艾米，艾米会嘲笑他。）有几次他想去看看——比如卢浮宫里很酷的玻璃金字塔，还有杜伊勒里花园外的街头表演者在耍火。 还有一个小贩在卖cr<s:1> me glacimade，丹很确定这意味着冰淇淋。 不过，最主要的是，他想停下来，因为他的脚疼。 “她就不能休息一下吗？”他抱怨道。 艾米似乎一点也不累。 “你觉得奇怪吗？我们碰巧在一千万人中找到了伊琳娜·斯帕斯基。

Paris?" "Maybe the other 9.99 million aren't wearing bright red scarves!" "She was walking down a major street, like she wanted to be spotted." "You think it's a trap?" Dan asked. "How could she know we'd find her? And she hasn't looked back once. She doesn't know we're here." But as he said that, Dan remembered television shows he'd seen about spies — how they could tail somebody without ever being seen, or appear "accidentally" in a victim's line of sight and lure them into a trap. Could Irina have been waiting for them at the airport? Could she have seen them get in the limo with Jonah and somehow gotten ahead of them? "Look," Amy said, "she's turning!" Irina crossed the avenue and disappeared down a flight of steps. "The Métro," Amy said. "She's taking the subway." They lost time figuring out how to use euro coins in the machines to get tickets, but when they got down the steps Irina was still there —

巴黎?”“也许其他999万人没有戴鲜红色的围巾！”“她走在一条主要街道上，好像想被人发现一样。” “你认为这是个陷阱？”丹问道。 “她怎么知道我们会找到她？” 她一次也没有回头。 她不知道我们在这里。” 但说到这里，丹想起了他看过的关于间谍的电视节目——他们如何悄无声息地跟踪某人，或者“意外地”出现在受害者的视线中，把他们诱入陷阱。 伊琳娜会不会一直在机场等他们？ 她会不会看到他们和约拿一起上了豪华轿车，然后走在了他们前面？ “看，”艾米说，“她在转身！”伊琳娜穿过大街，消失在一段台阶上。 “是msamutro，”艾米说。“她坐地铁去了。” 他们花了很多时间琢磨如何在自动取款机上使用欧元硬币买票，但当他们走下台阶时，伊琳娜还在那里

standing on one of the platforms with the tattered almanac tucked under her arm. The train was just arriving. Dan was sure Irina was going to try one of those last-minute switches, so they waited until the train's doors were closing, but Irina stayed on board. Amy and Dan jumped on, too, and the train pulled away from the station. They changed trains twice in a really short time. Even with Irina in a bright red shawl, it was hard to keep up with her. "I don't get it," Amy said. "Now she's moving faster, like she's trying to lose us." Dan was daydreaming about crème glacée. The lasagna he'd had on the plane was long gone, and his stomach felt like it was trying to chew through his shirt. Finally, after the third train, Irina exited onto the platform. Amy gripped Dan's arm and pointed to a sign on the station wall. "Passy," she said. "So?" "This is the neighborhood where Benjamin Franklin lived." "Well, come on!" Dan said. "Red Riding

她夹着一本破旧的年鉴，站在一个站台上。 火车刚到。 丹确信伊琳娜会在最后一刻尝试切换，所以他们一直等到车门关闭，但伊琳娜留在车上。 艾米和丹也跳了上去，火车驶离了车站。 他们在很短的时间内换了两次车。 即使伊琳娜披着一条鲜红色的披肩，我也很难跟上她的脚步。 “我不明白，”艾米说。 “现在她走得更快了，好像要甩掉我们似的。” 丹在做关于cr<s:1>米格莱姆斯的白日梦。 他在飞机上吃的千层面早就没了，他的胃感觉好像要咬穿他的衬衫。 最后，过了第三列火车，伊琳娜走到站台上。 艾米抓住丹的胳膊，指着车站墙上的一个标志。 “帕西，”她说。“所以?”“这是本杰明·富兰克林住过的社区。” “好吧，来吧！”丹说。 “红骑

Hood's getting away." Passy didn't seem as crowded as Tuileries. The streets were lined with four-story buildings. There were flower shops everywhere, like a Mother's Day explosion — tulips, carnations, roses, everything that could possibly make Dan sneeze. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower rose against the gray clouds, but Dan was more interested in the smell of food. The whole city seemed to be made up of outdoor cafés. He could smell chocolate, fresh-baked bread, melting cheese — but Dan didn't have time to get any of it. Irina walked like her dress was on fire. They had to jog to keep up. Amy tripped over a bucket of flowers and a Parisian cursed at her. "Sorry!" Amy called back. They turned onto a tree-lined street with ancient-looking mansions. Halfway up the block, a purple van was parked crookedly. It was painted with pictures of balloons and clown faces, and the sign read CRèME GLACéE. Dan's spirits lifted. Maybe he could just grab a quick triple-scoop of cherry vanilla to go. But as they got closer, he saw

胡德要跑了。”帕西似乎不像杜伊勒里宫那么拥挤。 街道两旁排列着四层楼房。 到处都是花店，就像母亲节爆炸一样——郁金香、康乃馨、玫瑰，一切可能让丹打喷嚏的东西。 在远处，埃菲尔铁塔矗立在灰色的云层中，但丹对食物的气味更感兴趣。 整个城市似乎都是由户外咖啡馆组成的。 他能闻到巧克力、新鲜出炉的面包和融化的奶酪的味道——但丹没有时间去品尝。 伊琳娜走起路来就像她的裙子着火了一样。 他们不得不慢跑才能跟上。 艾米被一桶花绊倒了，一个巴黎人骂了她一顿。 “对不起!”艾米回话了。他们拐上了一条绿树成荫的街道，两旁都是古色古香的豪宅。 在半个街区的地方，一辆紫色货车歪歪斜斜地停着。 它上面画着气球和小丑的脸，标语上写着cr<s:1> me冰河时期。 丹的精神振奋起来。也许他可以带三勺樱桃香草带走。 但当他们走近时，他看到了

that the van was shut. The windshield was covered from the inside with a silver screen. It was a conspiracy, Dan decided. The entire city of Paris was trying to starve him. At the end of the block, Irina crossed the street and ducked inside a wrought-iron gate. She walked up to a large marble building that looked like an embassy or something. Dan hid behind a gatepost and watched as Irina punched a security code and went inside. "Look at the gate," Amy said. In the center was a gold-lettered sign that read: INSTITUT DE DIPLOMATIE INTERNATIONALE INSTITUTE FOR INTERNATIONAL DIPLOMACY "The Lucian crest!" Dan said. "But what's an institute for, um, whatever that means?" "I guess it's like a school for ambassadors," Amy said. "But don't you get it? That's just a cover. You remember what Jonah said? Paris is a Lucian stronghold." Dan's eyes lit up. "This must be their secret base!"

货车是关着的。挡风玻璃从里面盖了一块银屏。 这是一个阴谋，丹断定。 整个巴黎都想饿死他。 在街区的尽头，伊琳娜穿过街道，躲进了一扇锻铁大门。 她走到一座巨大的大理石建筑前，看起来像个大使馆什么的。 丹躲在门柱后面，看着伊琳娜输入安全密码，走了进去。 “看那扇门，”艾米说。 中心是一块金字招牌，上面写着：国际外交学院：卢西安徽章！丹说。 “但是，呃，不管那是什么意思，一个研究所是什么？”“我想这就像一所大使学校，”艾米说。 “可是你不明白吗？”那只是个幌子。 你还记得约拿说的话吗？ 巴黎是卢西恩的据点。” 丹的眼睛亮了起来。“这一定是他们的秘密基地！”

Amy nodded. "The question is what do we do?" "We go in," Dan said. "Right. Without the security code?" "5910. I watched her punch it in." Amy stared at him. "How did you — never mind. Let's go. But be careful. They probably have cameras and guard dogs and stuff." They squeezed inside the gate and ran up the front steps. Dan punched in the code. The door opened easily. No alarms went off. No guard dogs barked. "Weird," he muttered. But it was too late for second-guessing. They slipped inside the Lucian base. The entry hall was bigger than their whole apartment. The floor was polished marble and a chandelier hung from the ceiling. A set of black doors stood in front of them. On the left, a spiral staircase led up to a balcony. "Look." Dan pointed above the doors. A surveillance camera was sweeping the room. It was angled away from them, but it wouldn't be

艾米点点头。“问题是我们该怎么做？”“我们进去，”丹说。 “正确。没有安全码？”5910。 我看着她打进去的。” 艾米盯着他。“你怎么——算了。 我们走吧。但是要小心。他们可能有摄像头和看门狗之类的东西。” 他们挤进大门，跑上前门的台阶。 丹输入了密码。门开得很容易。 没有警报响起。没有看门狗叫。 “真奇怪。”他喃喃地说。但现在再进行质疑已经太晚了。 他们溜进了卢西恩的基地。 门厅比他们整个公寓还大。 地板是抛光的大理石，天花板上挂着一盏枝形吊灯。 他们面前有一扇黑色的门。 在左边，一个螺旋楼梯通向一个阳台。 “看。”丹指着门上面。 一架监控摄像机正在扫视整个房间。 它的角度偏离了他们，但不可能