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1、精选优质文档-倾情为你奉上Goodbye, Mr. Hollywood1 Mystery girlIt all began on a beautiful spring morning in a village called Whistler, in Canada - a pretty little village in the mountains of British Columbia.There was a cafe in the village, with tables outside, and at one of these tables sat a young man. He fini

2、shed his breakfast, drank his coffee, looked up into the blue sky, and felt the warm sun on his face. Nick Lortz was a happy man.The waiter came up to his table. More coffee? he asked. Yeah. Great, said Nick. He gave the waiter his coffee cup.The waiter looked at the camera on the table. On vacation

3、? he said. Where are you from? San Francisco, Nick said. He laughed. But Im not on vacation - Im working. Im a travel writer, and Im doing a book on mountains in North America. Ive got some great pictures of your mountain.The two men looked up at Whistler Mountain behind the village. It looked very

4、beautiful in the morning sun.Do you travel a lot, then? asked the waiter.All the time, Nick said. I write books, and I write for travel magazines. I write about everything - different countries, towns, villages, rivers, mountains, people.The waiter looked over Nicks head. Theres a girl across the st

5、reet, he said. Do you know her? Nick turned his head and looked. No, I dont.Well, she knows you, I think, the waiter said. Shes watching you very carefully. He gave Nick a smile. Have a nice day! He went away, back into the cafe.Nick looked at the girl across the street. She was about twenty-five, a

6、nd she was very pretty. She is watching me, Nick thought. Then the girl turned and looked in one of the shop windows. After a second or two, she looked back at Nick again.Nick watched her. She looks worried, he thought. Whats she doing? Is she waiting for somebody? Suddenly, the girl smiled. Then sh

7、e walked across the street, came up to Nicks table, and sat down. She put her bag down on the table. The bag was half-open.Hi, Im Jan, she said. Do you remember me? We met at a party in Toronto.Hi, Jan, said Nick. He smiled. Im Nick. But we didnt meet at a party in Toronto. I dont go to parties very

8、 often, and never in Toronto.Oh, the girl said. But she didnt get up or move away. Have some coffee, said Nick. The story about the party in Toronto wasnt true, but it was a beautiful morning, and she was a pretty girl. Maybe it was a party in Montreal Or New York.The girl laughed. OK. Maybe it was.

9、 And yes, Id love some coffee.When she had her coffee, Nick asked, What are you doing in Whistler? Or do you live here? Oh no, she said. Im just, er, just travelling through. And what are you doing here? Im a travel writer, Nick said, and Im writing a book about famous mountains.Thats interesting, s

10、he said. But her face was worried, not interested, and she looked across the road again.A man with very short, white hair walked across the road. He was about sixty years old, and he was tall and thin. The girl watched him.Are you waiting for someone? asked Nick.No, she said quickly. Then she asked,

11、 Where are you going next, Nick? To Vancouver, for three or four days, he said.When are you going? she asked.Later this morning, he said. There was a letter in the top of the girls half-open bag. Nick could see some of the writing, and he read it because he saw the word Vancouver - . and we can meet

12、 at the Empress Hotel, Victoria, Vancouver Island, on Friday afternoon.So shes going to Vancouver too, he thought.Suddenly the girl said, Do you like movies? Movies? Yes, I love movies, he said. Why? I know a man, and he - he loves movies, and going to the cinema, she said slowly. People call him Mr

13、 Hollywood. She smiled at Nick. Can I call you Mr Hollywood too? Nick laughed. OK, he said. And what can I call you? She smiled again. Call me Mystery Girl, she said.Thats a good name for you, said Nick.Just then, the man with white hair came into the cafe. He did not look at Nick or the girl, but h

14、e sat at a table near them. He asked the waiter for some breakfast, then he began to read a magazine.The girl looked at the man, then quickly looked away again.Do you know him? Nick asked her.No, she said. She finished her coffee quickly and got up. I must go now, she said.Nick stood up, too. Nice t

15、o - he began.But the girl suddenly took his face between her hands, and kissed him on the mouth. Drive carefully, Mr Hollywood. Goodbye she said, with a big, beautiful smile. Then she turned and walked quickly away.Nick sat down again and watched her. She walked down the road and into a big hotel.No

16、w what, thought Nick, was that all about? The man with white hair watched Nick and waited. After four of five minutes, Nick finished his coffee, took his books and his camera, and left the cafe. His car was just outside the girls hotel, and he walked slowly along the street to it. The man with white

17、 hair waited a second, then quickly followed Nick.From a window high up in the hotel, the girl looked down into the road. She saw Nick, and the man with white hair about fifty yards behind him. Nick got into his car, and the man with white hair walked quickly to a red car across the street. Five sec

18、onds later Nick drove away in his blue car, and the red car began to follow him.When the girl saw this, she smiled, then went to put some things in her travel bag.2 A hand in the backThat evening, in his hotel room in Vancouver, Nick could not stop thinking about the girl in the Whistler cafe. Why d

19、id she come and sit with him? She didnt know him, and that story about a party in Toronto wasnt true. And she was worried about something. But what? And that kiss! It was nice, of course, but why did she do it? Maybe she liked my face, Nick thought. Or my brown eyes. But Im not going to see her agai

20、n, so it doesnt matter. Forget it.He put some money in his pocket and went downstairs to the hotel restaurant. But there were no free tables, so he walked down to Gastown and found a restaurant there.After dinner, he went for a walk. Vancouver was a friendly city, and Nick liked walking through Gast

21、own and Chinatown, looking in the shops and watching the people. It was nearly dark now, and it was a busy time of the evening. There were a lot of cars, and a lot of people.After a time, Nick began to walk back to his hotel. He came to a busy street, and waited, with a small crowd of people, to go

22、across. A tall woman in a blue dress stood next to him She turned and smiled at him.Its the first warm evening of spring, she said. Its nice to be out, after the long cold winter.Yeah, said Nick. Its great. Its-Suddenly, there was a hand in his back - and the hand pushed Nick into the road. Nick fel

23、l on his face, in front of a big green car.People screamed.But the green car stopped, only inches from Nicks head. The woman in the blue dress ran into the road and pulled Nick to his feet.Are you OK? What happened? she said.The driver of the green car shouted angrily at Nick, but Nick did not hear

24、him.Somebody pushed me, he said to the woman. I didnt fall - somebody pushed me!Pushed you? said the woman. Who? I didnt see anybody.Nick looked at the faces of the people near him, but he didnt know them.Then he saw a mans back. The man was tall and thin, and had very short white hair. he walked qu

25、ickly away down the street, and did not look back.Hey, you! Nick shouted. Wait!But the man did not stop, and he was soon lost in the crowds.Did he push you? asked the woman in the blue dress.I. I dont know, Nick said.Do you know him? she asked.I dont know his name, Nick said. But I know that short w

26、hite hair. Now where did I see it before? The woman began to move away. I must get home, she said. Are you OK now? Yeah, Im OK. Nick said. And thanks. Thanks for your help.Thats OK. The woman smiled. Be careful now!Back in his hotel, Nick sat on his bed and thought. It was an accident. Nobody pushed

27、 me, it was an accident. Nobody wants to kill me. And there are hundreds of men in Vancouver with white hair.It was one oclock in the morning, but Nick couldnt sleep. He listened to the cars in the road, and he looked at the night sky through his hotel room window.Then he sat at the table and tried

28、to write some more of his book about mountains, but he couldnt think about his work. He got back into bed.There were four of five magazines in the hotel room. They were not very interesting, but Nick sat in bed and opened one. and saw a photo of Mystery Girl!He looked at the picture very carefully.

29、But, yes, it was her! Jan, the girl from the Whistler cafe. She was next to a man of about fifty or fifty-five, and they were in the garden of a big, expensive house. They smiled at the camera, and they looked very happy.Canadian millionaire, Howard Hutson, and his daughter, Meg, it said under the p

30、icture, at their home in Toronto. Meg Hutson! Not Jan. Not Mystery Girl. Meg Hutson, the daughter of a millionaire! Nick read it again. Why did she come and sit with me in the cafe. at Whistler? he thought. Millionaires daughters dont sit with strangers in cafe, and then give them a big kiss when th

31、ey leave! Why did she do it? What did she want? -He thought back to the cafe. in Whistler, and the girl next to him at the table. Then he remembered something. He remembered a man at a table near them in the cafe. A tall thin man, about sixty years old. A man with very short white hair. Nick didnt s

32、leep much that night.3 A walk in the parkThe next day was Thursday. Nick stayed in his hotel room and wrote about mountains all morning. Then he drove to Stanley Park in the afternoon. He sat and read a book for an hour, then he went for a walk under the tall trees.There was nobody here. It was quie

33、t, and he could walk and think. He thought about Meg Hutson, and about the man with white hair. Did he know Meg Hutson? Did she know him? He remembered Meg Hutson s last words. Drive carefully, Mr Hollywood.Why did she say that? Why did she call him Mr Hollywood? He didnt understand any of it.Sudden

34、ly, he heard a noise. He stopped. That was a gun! he thought. Theres somebody in the trees with a gun! There it is again! Then something hit the tree over his head.Somebodys shooting me! Nick thought. He turned and ran.And somebody began to run after him.Nick ran through the trees. There was no sun

35、in here, and it was half-dark. And there were no people. Nobody to help him.I must get to my car, Nick thought. Find some people. the police. He ran on.He could still hear the gunman behind him, so he ran faster. After three or four minutes, he stopped and listened.Nothing. It was all quiet.Nick was

36、 afraid. Whats happening? he thought. Why is somebody shooting at me? First a hand pushes me in front of a car, and now somebodys shooting at me!He waited another second or two, then walked quickly back to his car. He was very careful. He looked and listened all the time. But nobody came out of the

37、trees, and nobody shot at him. Then he saw people - women with young children, some boys with a football, two men with a dog. He began to feel better. Nobody can shoot me now, he thought. Not with all these people here.Ten minutes later, he was back at his car.There was a letter on the window. Nick

38、read it. It said: Im going to kill you, Mr Hollywood.Nick drove to the nearest police station. He waited for half an hour, then a tired young policeman took him into a small room. Nick told his story, and the policeman wrote it all down.So what are you going to do? asked Nick.Nothing, said the polic

39、eman.Nothing! said Nick. But somebody shot at me, and-Mr Lords, the policeman said tiredly. How many people are there in this town with guns? I dont know, said Nick. But.You didnt see the gunman. Was it a man, a boy, a woman? Colour of eyes? Long hair, short hair? You dont know, because you didnt se

40、e anybody. Maybe it was an old girlfriend. Maybe somebody doesnt like travel books, Mr Lortz.But what about the man with white hair in Whistler? said Nick. The girl, Meg Hutson called me Mr Hollywood in the cafe. and this man heard her. And now I get a letter to Mr Hollywood on my car. Who is this M

41、r Hollywood? We all want answers to our questions, Mr Lortz, the policeman said, but we dont always get them.Questions. But no answers.Nick walked out of the police station and drove to his hotel. He was angry, and afraid.How did the man with white hair find me in Vancouver? he thought. Did he follo

42、w me from Whistler? Is he following me now? Maybe hes staying at my hotel, too. In the next room. With his gun.4 The man with white hairNick stopped his car in front of the hotel. He looked carefully before he got out, but there was nobody with white hair near the hotel.He half-ran through the hotel

43、 doors and went to the desk inside.Im looking for a man with very short white hair, he said to the woman behind the desk. Hes staying here, I think. Hes about sixty years old, and hes tall and thin.The woman did not look very interested. There are a lot of visitors in the hotel, she said. Do you kno

44、w his name? No, I dont, Nick said. Hes, er, a friend of a friend, you see. He arrived in Vancouver yesterday, and I must find him. Its very important. Please help me!The woman looked at him. There are three hundred and fifty rooms in this hotel, she said, and maybe thirty or forty men with white hai

45、r. How can I remember all their names? She turned away to answer a telephone call.Nick walked away from the desk.A drink, he thought. I need a drink. He went into the hotel bar, got a drink and sat down at a table.So what do I do now? he thought.And then he remembered something. A letter in the girl

46、s half-open bag in the Whistler cafe. .and we can meet at the Empress Hotel, Victoria, Vancouver Island, on Friday afternoon.And tomorrow was Friday.Im going to Victoria, on Vancouver Island! he thought. To the Empress Hotel!Nick had dinner in the hotel that evening. He finished eating and got up fr

47、om his table. and saw the man with white hair.Nick moved quickly. The man was at the hotel desk. Nick could see the white head above the other heads near the desk.Excuse me! said Nick. He pushed past the people in the hotel restaurant. A small boy ran in front of him and Nick ran into him. The boy and Nick fell down on the floor. The boy began to cry.Hey! said a woman behind Nick.Im very sorry! said Nick. He got up and helped the boy to his feet. Are you OK? he asked the boy.Be more careful next time, said the woman.Nick moved away quickly