Chapter 22 Chapter 21

Just after ten o'clock in the evening, Clarice Starling entered the Baltimore State Criminal Psychiatric Hospital.She is alone.Starling had wished Dr. Frederick Chilton hadn't been there, but he was waiting for her in his office. Chilton wore a British-cut sweatshirt with a windowpane pattern.Starling thought the slits and hem made the dress look like a pleated skirt.She hoped to God he wasn't dressed this way for her. There was no carpet on the floor in front of his desk, just a straight chair screwed to the floor.Starling stood by the table, her greeting still hanging in the air.She could smell the rancid cigars that sat on the shelf next to Chilton's humidor.

Dr. Chilton turned to face her after examining his collection of Franklin Mint model locomotives. "Want a cup of coffee? Decaffeinated?" "No, thank you. Sorry to bother you tonight." "You're still thinking about the head," said Dr. Chilton. "Yes. Doctor, the Baltimore District Attorney's Office told me they have an appointment with you." "Oh yes. I work very closely with the authorities here, Miss Starling. By the way, are you writing an article or a dissertation?" "No." "Have you published anything in any professional publications?"

"No, never. It was just an errand that the U.S. Attorney General's Office asked me to do for the Homicide Division of the Baltimore County Sheriff's Department. We left them an open case, and now we're just helping them clean up. ’ Starling found that her distaste for Chilton made it easier for her to withdraw the lie. "Have you got a bug, Miss Starling?" "I what—?" "Did you take a tiny recording device with you to record what Dr. Lecter said? The police lingo is 'wiretapping.' I'm sure you've heard of it?" "No."

Dr. Chilton took a small Pearl recorder from his desk and popped a cassette into it. "Then put this in your bag. I'll give you a box when I make a copy, and it can be used to supplement when organizing notes." "No, I cannot do that, Doctor Chilton. "Why not. The Baltimore authorities have been asking me to analyze every bit of what Lecter said about Krause. Try as much coaxing and coaxing as possible into Chill, Crawford had told her, there was a court order that we could step on him right away, but then Lecter would sniff it out.He could see through Chilton like a CAT computer scan.

"The U.S. Attorney General thinks we're going to try to do it informally at first, and if I tape Dr. Lecter without him knowing, and he finds out, it's going to be the end of any effective atmosphere we've had. , It’s really over, I think you will agree with this.” "How did he find out?" You know everything else, but can't he read the newspaper?You fucking idiot!She didn't answer his question. "If anything happens and he gets to testify under oath, you'll be the first to see the material, and I can assure you that you'll be invited as an expert witness. Now we're just trying to get a clue out of him. "

"Do you know why he talked to you, Miss Starling?" "I don't know, Doctor Chilton." He looked at each of the vaunted certificates and awards on the wall behind the desk as if counting the votes, and then slowly turned back to Starling. "Do you really think you know what you're doing 4?" "Of course I know." There are many "...?" waiting for her over there.Starling ran too much, her legs were shaking and sneezing, she didn't want to fight Chilton, and she had to save some energy when she got to Lecter. "What you're doing now is coming to my hospital for an interview and refusing to let me know what you've got."

"I'm on orders, Dr. Chilton. I have a nighttime phone number for the Attorney General of the United States. Now either talk to him or put me to work." "I'm no fool here, Miss Starling. I'm here at night to open doors. I've got a ticket for Holiday on Ice." He realized he had said "a" ticket: in that split second, Starling saw what life was going on with him, and he knew she saw it. She saw his dilapidated refrigerator; the place where he ate alone, the plate of the TV light meal with a little crumbs: the piles of things that had been piled there quietly for months—she felt his The pain of a dull life, a smile full of yellow teeth, a cheap bad breath deodorizer—she reacted as quickly as a switchblade at the push of a button, knowing she couldn't be soft-hearted to him, I can't talk to him anymore, and I can't dodge.She stared at his face and turned her head slightly; showing him her beauty. , She used the fact that she had seen the other party's details as a spear, and stabbed him deeply.Make him understand.She knew; he couldn't take this conversation any longer.

"He sent an orderly named Alonzo to take her there."