Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty-Five

Dr. Lecter leaned against the table, poring over his letters.Starling found it easier to approach the cage when he wasn't looking at her. "doctor." He held up a finger to signal her not to speak.After reading the letter, he sat thoughtfully, with the thumb of the six-fingered hand resting on his chin and the index finger by his nose. "What do you think of this thing?" he said, putting the file in the food slide. Here is a letter from the US Patent Office. "The letter is about a watch I've designed in the shape of the crucifixion," said Dr. Lecter. "They won't grant me a patent, but suggest that I copyright the watch. Look here." He put a napkin-sized drawing into the food slide, and Starling pulled over. "You may have noticed that in most crucifixion works, both hands point to, say, a quarter past two or at least ten minutes to two, while the feet stand On the six characters. On the surface of this watch, Jesus is crucified, you can see it there: the arms are turned around to indicate the time, just like the hands on the popular Disney clocks. The feet are still Keep it at six, and there's a small second hand at the top that turns around to form a halo. What do you think?"

The sketch is of good quality from an anatomical point of view.The other end was hers. "To scale down to watch size, a lot of detail is lost," Starling said. "It is, unfortunately. But think about the clock. Do you think there is no patent insurance?" "Movement you still have to buy a quartz watch - don't you? - and the movement already has patented.I'm not sure, but I think patents are only granted for ingenious mechanisms, and copyright applies to designs. " "But you're not a lawyer, are you? They don't use lawyers anymore in the FBI."

"I have a suggestion for you." Starling said as she opened the briefcase. Barney came over and she closed the briefcase again.Barney was so calm that she envied him.He saw that it was inside information that he was not supposed to know; behind those eyes there was a great power of perception. "I'm sorry," Barney said. "If you have a lot of paperwork to deal with, here's a chair with an armrest table on one side in the tool room. It's the school kind for psychiatrists. Want it?" An image of being a student.To or not to? "Can we talk now, Doctor Lecter?"

The doctor held up an open hand. "Yes, Barney, thanks." She sat down now, and Barney walked away, safe. "Doctor Lecter, the Senator has made an excellent offer." "It's up to me to decide. You told her so soon?" "Yes. She didn't hesitate. Everything she can give is here, so it's not a bargain. That's it, it's all here, all at once." She looked up from the briefcase lifted. Dr. Lecter, the murderer with nine murders, pointed his fingers under his nose as he gazed at her, the darkness behind his eyes. "If you help us find Buffalo Bill in time to save Catherine Martin from harm, you will receive the following: Transfer to the Veteran's Administration Hospital in Oneida Park, New York, and enter a cubicle there where you can see Go to the woods around the hospital. The strictest security precautions are still in place, and you will be asked to help evaluate the written psychological tests done on the inmates of some federal agencies, but those personnel may not be in the same institution as you. You make Evaluations don't see their names, don't give identities. You can get a fair amount of books." She glanced up.

Silence can be mocking, she didn't say anything. "The best part, and the most important thing, is that for a week every year, you can leave the hospital and come here." She put a map in the food slide, and Dr. Lecter didn't pull the slide. past. "Plum Island," she went on, "every afternoon that week, you'll be able to go for a walk on the beach or swim in the ocean, and the surveillance will be no more than seventy-five yards from you, but it will be SWAT surveillance. That's over." "What if I don't accept it?" "Or you could hang a half-curtain in that room, and that might make you feel better. We have nothing to threaten you, Doctor Lecter. What I've got is a way out that will let you see the sun."

She didn't look at him.Now she doesn't want to look at him, this is not a conflict. "Will Catherine Martin come and talk to me—only about her kidnappers—if I decide to publish something? Just to me alone?" "Yes. I can promise you this." "How do you know? Who promised?" "I'll bring her here myself." "I still want her to come." "Then we have to ask her first, shall we?" He pulled the food slide over. "Plum Island." "From the end of Long Island, it's the finger-shaped one on the north side."

"Plum Island. 'Plum Island Animal Disease Center (federal government, foot and mouth disease research)', that's what it says. Sounds fascinating." "That's just part of the island. There's a nice beach there, and it's nice to live in. The terns build their nests there in the spring." "Tern." Dr. Lecter sighed.He turned his head slightly to one side, and touched the center of his red lips with his red tongue. "If we're going to talk about this, Clarice, I've got to get something first. Reciprocate. I'll tell you something, and you tell me something."

"Go ahead," Starling said. She had to wait a full minute before he spoke. "The caterpillar becomes a chrysalis in its cocoon. Then it emerges, emerges from its quietly changing space, and becomes a beautiful imago. Do you know what an imago is, Clarice?" "An adult insect with wings." "But what else?" She shook her head. "It's a term from the dead religion of psychoanalysis. The imago, an image of the father or mother, is buried in the child's subconscious from infancy and is closely bound up with the conscious feelings of infancy. The word comes from the ancient Romans, who carried the wax busts of their ancestors in the funeral procession... Even a clumsy Crawford must have seen something in this insect cocoon .”

"There's nothing to catch at once except to check the subscriber lists of entomological journals against the thesaurus for known sex offenders." "First of all, let's stop talking about Buffalo Bill, it's a misleading title and has nothing to do with the man you want. For the sake of convenience, we'll just call him Billy. I'll give you a rough idea of ​​what I think. Get ready Ok?" "Ready." "The point of a cocoon is to change. A larva becomes a butterfly, or a moth. Billy thinks he wants to change. He's making himself a girl's dress out of real girl's skins, so there are these big ones." Tall victims—he'd have to get the right material. The number of victims suggested that he might see this as a degenerate series. He was doing it in a two-story house, why? Have you found the reason for the two floors?"

"At one point he hung them from the stairs." "good." "Dr. Lecter, I don't see any correlation between transsexualism and violence—transsexuals are usually the docile kind." "It's true, Clarice. You'll also sometimes find them with a tendency to be surgically addicted—transsexuals are hard-pressed when it comes to cosmetic surgery—but that's about it. Billy isn't really trying to change his gender. Come to think of it, Clarice, you're so close to catching him, don't you realize that?" "No, Dr. Lecter." "Very well. Then you don't mind telling me what happened to you after your father died."

Starling looked at the nicks on the armrest table. "I don't think the answer is in your papers, Clarice." "My mother kept us together for over two years." "What does she do?" "A motel maid during the day and a cook in a cafe at night." "and after?" "I went to Montana with my mother's cousin and her husband." "just you?" "I am the boss." "The town didn't say anything to your family?" "A check for five hundred dollars." "Weird, why no insurance? Clarice, you say the slide of your father's musket hit the door of his pickup truck?" "yes." "He doesn't have a patrol car?" "No." "What happened at night?" "yes." "Has he no pistol?" "No." "Clarice, he works nights, drives a pickup truck, and is armed only with a musket...Tell me, is it possible that he has an attendance clock on his belt? Something like that, the key is taken by them Deadlocked to posts all over town, you have to drive around to get the key and put it in the clock so the town parent officer knows you're not sleeping. Tell me if he's got one of those things tethered, Clarice?" "yes." "He's a night watchman, Clarice? No cop at all. I'll know when you tell a lie." "The job title says he's a night watchman." "What happened to that thing?" "How about something?" "Access clock. How did it become after your father was shot?" "I can't remember." "If you do remember, let me know, please?" "Okay. Wait - the mayor came to the hospital, and he asked my mother to leave the clock and the badge. She didn't know she knew it, and the mayor was wearing casual clothes and a pair of leftover Navy shoes from the supply store. The bastard!" "Reciprocate, Dr. Lecter." "Did you just think for a moment that you made up that story? No, if you made it up, it wouldn't cause you pain. We were talking about transsexuals. Violence and destructiveness, you say. There's no statistical correlation between transsexualism and transsexualism. Do you remember when we said anger was lust and lupus was hives? Billy wasn't a Transsexual, Clarice, but he thinks he's right, he's trying to change his gender. I guess he's trying a lot of things." "You said earlier, if you think about it like this, we're going to catch him soon." "There are three main centers that do sex reassignment surgery: Johns Hopkins Hospital, the University of Minnesota, and Columbus Medical Center. If he applied to one or three of them and was rejected, I wouldn't feel that way." Strange." "On what basis did they reject him? What would he reveal?" "You're quick, Clarice, and the first reason will be a criminal record. That disqualifies an applicant for surgery unless the crime is relatively harmless and a matter of gender identification ;cross-dressing in public, stuff like that. If he had a serious criminal record and lied, that man's character test record would have found him." "How to find it?" "You have to know how to find him to screen him out, don't you?" "yes." "Why didn't you ask Dr. Bloom?" "I'd rather ask you." "What do you get for doing this, Clarice? A promotion or a raise? What are you now? A 9th? What's a little 9th getting today?" "Come on, get a key to the front door. How would he be exposed diagnostically?" "What do you think of Montana, Clarice?" "Montana is fine." "Do you like your mother's cousin's husband?" "We are different." "How are they?" "I'm exhausted from work." "Is there another child here?!" "No." "Where do you live?" "pasture." "Sheep ranch?" "There are sheep and there are horses." "How long have you been there?" "Seven months." "How old were you then?" "ten years old" "Where have you been since then?" "Bosman's Lutheran Home." "Tell me the truth." "I'm telling you the truth." "You're running around the truth. If you're tired, we can talk until the weekend. I'm pretty bored myself, or would I rather talk now?" "Now, Dr. Lecter." "Okay. A child, leaving her mother and sent to a ranch in Montana, a ranch with sheep and horses, thinking of her mother, and the animals excited her..." Dr. Lecter spread his hands and asked Starling to continue. speak. "It's nice there, I have my own room with Indian rugs on the floor. They put me on a horse - let me sit on a horse and lead her around - and she's not very good at seeing. All horses have a problem, no Lame is a disease. Some horses are raised with kids, and when I go out on the school bus in the morning, they'll, you know, neigh at me a couple of times." "But what happened next?" "I found a strange thing in the barn. They had a little harness room there. I thought it was some kind of old helmet or something. I took it off and it said 'w , w-Greiner Humane Horse Killer'. It's kind of like a bell-shaped metal cap with a place at the top for a cartridge that looks like a .32 caliber." "Do they let the slaughtered horses out to graze on this pasture, Clarice?" "Yes, let it out." "Are they just killing it on the ranch?" "The ones that are boiled and used as fertilizer are slaughtered on the ranch. After they die, a truck can hold six horses. Those that are used as dog food are taken away alive." "Where's the one you rode in the pen?" "We ran together." "How far have you run?" "I'm probably going to run here now. I'll continue after you explain and analyze the diagnosis method to me." "Do you know what kind of testing procedures are required for men applying for sex reassignment surgery?" "have no idea." "If you could bring me a copy of their treatment schedule from any of the three centres, that might come in handy, but first, that battery of tests will usually include the Wechsler Adult Intelligence Scale, House-Trees-Person, Rorschach, Self-Concept Portrait, Topic Comprehension Test, and of course the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Types Test, plus a few others—the Jenkins Test from NYU I think there is. You need something to see quickly, don't you? Don't you, Clarice?" "Something that can be understood quickly, that's the best." "Let's see... let's say we're looking for a male who doesn't take the test the way real transsexuals do. Well - let's look at the house-tree-person test. Finding doesn't start by drawing a female figure Male transsexuals almost always draw women first, and typically, in the women they draw, they pay a lot of attention to decorative objects. The men they draw are simple, stereotyped— — some noteworthy differences when drawing 'Mr. America' — but not too different from each other." “Among paintings of houses, look for ones that say the future is rose-coloured without ornaments—no prams outside the house, no curtains, no flowers in the yard.” "There are two kinds of trees that real transsexuals draw—the lush, swaying willows, and the castration theme. The trees that are cut off at the edge of the painting or the edge of the paper, symbolize the image of castration, while The paintings of real transsexuals, these trees are full of life, and the stumps are full of flowers and fruit. This is a very important distinction. Mentally deranged people, what you see in their paintings are Terrified, dead, fragmented, it's very different. It's a big difference—Billy would be scary drawing trees. Am I talking too fast?" "No, Dr. Lecter." "When transsexuals draw themselves, they almost never draw themselves nude. Don't be misled by the fact that a certain number of people on the subject comprehension test card suffer from delusional thinking - among transsexuals who often cross-dress , which is quite common; they have unpleasant things with the authorities. Shall I sum it up?" "Yes, please summarize it for me." "You should try to get a list of people who got rejected at all three transgender centers. First check the people who got rejected with a criminal record -- and of those people, do a good job of checking out the night burglars. Among those with a criminal record, look for someone who committed a serious violence-related nuisance as a child, who may have been detained as a child. Then look up the test materials. You're looking for a Caucasian Male, probably under thirty-five, big guy, he's not a transsexual, Clarice, he's just opinionated. He's confused and angry because they won't help him. I guess that's what I'm saying Everything else, wait until I read the file. Will you leave the file to me?" "yes." "There are still photos." "The case file includes photographs." "Then that's all you've got and you'd better hurry up, Clarice, and we'll see how you're doing." "I need to know how you—" "No. Don't be greedy, or we'll talk next week. Come back with some progress. Or come back with no progress. Clarice?" "exist." "Next time you're going to tell me two things. One is what happened to the horse, and the other is that I want to know...how you deal with your anger?" Alonso came to fetch her.Holding the record to her chest, she walked with her head down, trying to keep everything firmly in her mind.Eager to get some air outside, she didn't even glance at Chilton's office as she hurried out of the hospital. Doctor Chilton's light is still on, you can see it from under the door.