Отель / Hotel

Артур Хейли

Карманное чтение на английском языке

Романы Артура Хейли признаны классикой мировой беллетристики. «Отель» знакомит читателей с миром роскошного отеля в Новом Орлеане. Каждый персонаж романа, будь то горничная или постоялец, полон надежд и амбиций. В этом, казалось бы, ограниченном пространстве произведения происходят самые разные события: там совершаются преступления, у героев зарождаются новые чувства, а их судьбы круто меняются. Устроенный в стенах отеля роскошный вечер «золотой молодежи» никак не предвещал беды… Текст предназначается для продолжающих изучать английский язык верхней ступени (уровень Upper-Intermediate).

Артур Хейли / Arthur Hailey

Отель / Hotel

© Arthur Hailey, 1965

© Random House, USA, Knopf Doubleday

© Прокофьева О. Н., адаптация текста, комментарии, словарь

© ООО «Издательство АСТ», 2019

Monday Evening

1

If he had a chance, Peter McDermott, the assistant general manager[1 - the assistant general manager – заместитель главного управляющего] of the St. Gregory Hotel, would have fired the chief house detective long ago. The ex-policeman was again missing when he was needed most.

Christine Francis, who had left her own office a few minutes earlier, glanced at her wrist watch. A few minutes before eleven p.m. “He might be in the bar on Baronne Street.”

Peter McDermott nodded. He took out cigarettes and offered them to Christine. She accepted one and McDermott lit it, then did the same for himself. She had been working late and was about to go home when she saw the light under Peter’s door.

“W.T. allows Mr. Ogilvie to make his own rules,” Christine said.

“You’re right. I tried to make an official complaint against him once, but W.T. declined it and warned me not to do it ever again.”

She said quietly, “I didn’t know that.”

“I thought you knew everything.”

And usually she did. As personal assistant to Warren Trent, the owner of New Orleans’ largest hotel, Christine knew all inner secrets and its day-to-day affairs.

Christine asked, “What’s wrong?”

“We’ve a complaint from the eleventh floor about a sex orgy; on the ninth the Duchess of Croydon claims her Duke has been insulted by a room-service waiter; somebody is moaning horribly in 1439.”

He spoke into the telephone and Christine went to the office window. She suddenly realized how very tired she was. Looking at the city, she could see into the tight, crowded rectangle of the French Quarter, where lights in front of late night bars, bistros, jazz halls, and strip joints would burn into tomorrow morning.

The rain would be welcome, suddenly thought Christine. For three weeks the city had suffered from heat. This afternoon there had been another complaint about the air conditioning from the chief engineer.

Peter McDermott put down the telephone and she asked, “Do you have a name of the room where the moaning is?”

“Albert Wells, Montreal.”

“I know him,” Christine said. “A nice little man who stays here every year. If you like, I can help you with him.”

He hesitated.

The telephone rang and he answered it. “I’m sorry, sir,” the operator said, “we can’t locate Mr. Ogilvie.”

“Never mind.” Even if McDermott couldn’t fire the chief house detective, he would do some hell raising in the morning. Meanwhile he could send someone else to the eleventh and handle the Duke and Duchess incident himself.

He asked the operator for the bell captain and recognized the nasal voice of Herbie Chandler, one of the St.Gregory’s old-timers. McDermott explained the problem and asked Chandler to investigate the complaint about an alleged sex orgy. “That is not my job, Mr. Mac, and we’re still busy down here.” As McDermott had expected.

McDermott instructed, “I want you to take care of that complaint now. And something else: send a boy with a pass key to meet Miss Francis.” He replaced the phone before there could be any more discussion.

“Let’s go. Take a bellboy with you.” His hand touched Christine’s shoulders lightly.

2

Herbie Chandler stood thoughtfully by the bell captain’s desk in the St. Gregory lobby.

The bell captain