TO THE NEW WORLD
III
TO THE NEW WORLD
A CAREFUL SILENCE surrounded Mason Verger. His staff treated him as though he
had lost a baby. Asked how he was feeling, he said, "I feel like I just paid a
lot of money for a dead dago."
After a sleep of several hours, Mason wanted children brought into the
playroom outside his chamber, and to have a talk with one or two of the most
troubled ones, but there were no troubled children to be had immediately, and
no time for his supplier in the Baltimore slums to trouble some for him.
That failing, he had his attendant Cordell cripple ornamental carp and drop
them to the eel until the eel could eat no more and retreated into its rock,
the water clouded pink and gray and full of iridescent golden shreds.
He tried to torment his sister Margot, but she retired to the workout room and
for hours ignored his pages. She was the only person at Muskrat Farm who dared
to ignore Mason.
A short, much-edited piece of tourist's videotape showing the death of Rinaldo
Pazzi was on the television evening news Saturday night, before Dr Lecter was
identified as the killer. Blurred areas of the image spared viewers the
anatomical details.
Mason's secretary was on the telephone immediately to get the unedited tape.
It arrived by helicopter four hours later.
The videotape had a curious provenance: Of the two tourists who were
videotaping the Palazzo Vecchio at the moment of Rinaldo Pazzi's death, one
panicked and the camera swung away at the moment of the fall. The other
tourist was Swiss and held steady through the entire episode, even panning
back up the jerking, swinging cord.
The amateur cameraman, a patent clerk named Viggert, was fearful that the
police would seize the videotape and the RAI Italian television would get it
free. He called his lawyer in Lausanne at once, made arrangements to copyright
the images and sold the rights on a per-broadcast basis to ABC television news
after a bidding war. First North American serial rights for print went to the
New York Post, followed by the National Tattler.
The tape instantly took its place among the classic horrific spectacles -
Zapruder, the assassination of Lee Harvey Oswald and the suicide of Edgar
Bolger - but Viggert would bitterly regret selling so soon, before Dr Lecter
was accused of the crime.
This copy of the Viggerts' vacation videotape was complete. We see Swiss
family Viggert dutifully orbiting the balls of the David at the Accademia
hours before the events at Palazzo Vecchio.
Mason, watching the video with his single goggled eye, had little interest in
the expensive piece of meat twitching at the end of the electrical cord. The
little history lesson La Nazione and Corriere della Sera provided on the two
Pazzis hanged from the same window five hundred twenty years apart did not
interest him either. What held him, what he ran over and over and over, was
the pan up the jerking cord to the balcony where a slender figure stood in
fuzzy silhouette against the dim light within, waving. Waving to Mason. Dr
Lecter waved to Mason from the wrist the way you would wave bye-bye to a
child.
"Bye-bye," Mason replied from his darkness. "Bye-bye," the deep radio voice
shaking with rage.