Chapter 10 Chapter nine

The smell of the Violent Murderer's Quarter seemed to grow stronger in the semi-darkness.A TV was playing in the hallway, but there was no sound; the light from the TV cast Starling's figure onto the bars of Dr. Lecter's cell. It was dark behind the fence and she couldn't see, but she didn't ask the orderly to turn on the light from his console.As long as he was told to turn it on, the entire cell would light up immediately, and she knew that the Baltimore County Police had kept all the lights on for hours, yelling and yelling at Lecter and asking many questions.He refused to speak, and only folded a chick out of paper as a response to the police; he pinched the tail of the chick up and down, and the chick acted like it was pecking.Furious, the senior officer squashed the chick in an ashtray in the break room while gesturing for Starling to enter.

"Doctor Lecter?" She could hear her own breathing.The sound of breathing rang in the hall, but there was no breathing in Miggs' empty cell.There was a vast emptiness in Miggs' cell, and she felt it was as silent as a valley. Starling knew Lecter was watching her in the dark.Two minutes passed.Her legs and back were sore from tossing about the garage door, and her clothes were wet.She pressed the coat under her body and sat on the ground, away from the fence, with her feet curled up and cross-legged, and she brushed up the wet hair scattered on the collar so that it would not stick to her neck.

On the TV screen behind her, an evangelist waved her arms. "Dr. Lecter, you and I understand why I'm here. They think you'll talk to me." "Silence. Far across the hall whistled 'Across the Sea to the Isle of Skye.'" Five minutes passed, and she said, "It's weird to go in there. I want to talk to you about that situation sometime." The food transporter suddenly slid out of Lecter's cell, startling Starling.On the plate was a folded clean towel.She didn't hear him move. She looked at the towel, and with a feeling of losing, she picked it up and wiped her hair. "Thank you," she said.

"Why don't you ask me about Buffalo Bill?" His voice was close, level with hers.He must also be sitting on the ground. "Do you know anything about him?" "I will when I see his case." "I didn't do that case," Starling said; "After they use you up, you won't be allowed to handle this case." "I know." "You can get the files on Buffalo Bill, the reports and the photographs. I'd like to see it." I bet you want to see it. "Dr. Lecter, it's because of you, tell me now about the man in Packard's car."

"You saw a whole person? Strange! I only saw a head. Where do you think the rest came from?" "Okay, whose end is that?" "What is your judgment?" "They only did some preliminary research. Caucasian male, about twenty-six years old, dentally determined to be of European and American descent. Who is it?" "Raspail's lover. Raspail, the sentimental flute player." "The details—how did he die?" "In a roundabout way, Officer Starling?" "No, I'll ask later." "Let me save you some time. I didn't, Raspail did. Raspail likes sailors. It's a Scandinavian named Klaus or something, Raspail Never told me what his last name was."

Dr. Lecter's voice dropped a little further.Maybe, Starling thought, he was lying on the ground. "Klaus disembarked a Swedish ship in San Diego. Raspail was also teaching a summer course at a conservatory there in L. He was madly in love with the young man. The Swede did it too, secretly They got off that boat. They bought some kind of hideous camper, and they drove through the woods naked like spirits. Raspail strangled the young man for being unfaithful to him. gone." "That's what Raspail told you?" "Oh, yes, on condition that I keep him secret during his treatment. I now think he was lying. Raspail always embellishes the situation. He wants to make him appear dangerous and romantic. The Swede Likely died of some kind of generic sexual asphyxiation during sex. Raspail's muscles were loose and limp. There's no way he could have strangled him. Did you notice that the underside of Klaus's chin was neatly trimmed? That could be To remove a high noose mark."

"I see." "Raspail's dream of happiness shattered. He put Klaus's head in a bowling bag and went back East." "What did he do with the rest?" "Buried in the mountains." "He showed you the head in the car?" "Oh, yes. During therapy, he grew to feel that he could tell me everything. He and Klaus used to sit outside together and show him Valentine's Day presents." "And then Raspail himself ... died. Why?" "Frankly, he's tired of me with his whining. For the best for him, really. Therapy doesn't work anymore. I reckon most psychiatrists have a patient or two that they want Come to me for advice. I've never talked to anyone about this before, and now I'm tired of it."

"And the dinner you gave for the orchestra officials." "Hasn't it ever happened to you that people come to your place and you don't have time to go shopping? Just eat what's in the fridge, Clarice. May I call you Clarice? " "Okay. I think I'll call you "Dr. Lecter—that seems the most appropriate title in view of your age and position," he said. "yes" "How did you feel when you got into the garage?" "Fear." "why?" "There are mice and bugs." "Is there anything I can use to strengthen my courage?" Dr. Lecter asked.

"It doesn't matter what I know, I just want what I'm looking for." "So are there any memories or scenes that pop up in your head, whether you search for them or not?" "Maybe, I haven't thought about it." "Something from your early life." "I still have to think about it." "How did you feel when you heard the news of my late neighbor Miggs? You haven't asked me yet." "I was going to ask." "Are you happy to hear that?" "No" "Very sad?" "No. Did you persuade him to do that?"

Dr. Lecter smiled slightly. "Officer Starling, are you asking me if I abetted Mr. Miggs to commit this grievous suicide? Don't be silly! But it's a comforting balance for him to swallow that provocative tongue , don't you agree?" "disagree." Starling, this is not the truth, the first time you lied to me.A sad event, in Truman's words. " "President Truman?" Leave him alone.Why do you think I'm helping you? " "Know" "Jack Crawford likes you, doesn't he?" "have no idea." "That may not be true. Do you wish he liked you? Tell me, do you feel a strong urge to please him? Does the urge bother you? To please him Are you on guard against impulsiveness?"

"Everybody wants to be liked, Doctor Lecter." "Not for everyone. Do you think Jack Crawford has sexual demands on you? I'm sure he's very upset right now. Do you think he's imagining... messing around with you The... scene, situation?" "Doctor Lecter, I'm not curious about this matter. Only Miggs would ask about this kind of thing." "He can't ask any more questions." "Did you suggest that he swallow his own tongue?" "The cases you arraign often contain that kind of hypothetical element. When you ask questions in your tone, they stink of knowledge. Crawford obviously likes you and thinks you are competent. Presumably these weird things It all came together and it didn't escape you, Clarice - Crawford helped you and I helped you. You said you didn't know why Crawford helped you - you did Why should I help you?" "I don't know. Tell me." "Do you think it's because I love looking at you and wanting to eat you - thinking about how you'd taste?" "Is this the reason?" "No. I want something only Crawford can give me. I want to make a deal with him. But he won't come to see me. He won't come to me for Buffalo Bill's case, although he knows that means There are young women dying." "I can't believe it, Doctor Lecter." "I just need something very simple, and he can get it." Lecter adjusted the rheostat in the cell to turn on the light slowly.His books and paintings are gone.The seat on his toilet was missing.Chilton punished him for Miggs by emptying his prison. "I've been in this room for eight years, Clarice. I know they will never let me out alive. What I want is a view. I want a window with a view of a tree, or even water." "Did your lawyer ask—" "The TV that Chilton installed in the living room is set to a religious channel. As soon as you leave, the orderly will immediately tune out the voice, and my lawyer can't stop it. This is how the court treats me now. .I want to go to a federal institution, want my books back, want a view. I'll treasure the view. Crawford can do it. Go ask him." "I can tell him what you said." "He won't give a shit. Buffalo Bill's gonna keep on, on. See how you feel when he scalps people.  … I can tell you a little bit about Buffalo Bill. I don't need to watch him at all Case, how many years from now when they catch him--if they catch him, you'll know I was right, could have helped, saved a few lives. Clarice? " "what?" "Buffalo Bill has a two-story house," Dr. Lecter said, and put out the lights. He refused to speak again.