第五章: 本地治里别墅的惨案 The Tragedy of Pondicherry Lodge
Pondicherry Lodge stood in its own grounds and was girt round with a very high stone wall topped with broken glass. A single narrow iron-clamped door formed the only means of entrance. On this our guide knocked with a peculiar postman-like rat-tat.
本地治里别墅独自矗立在一片宅地上，四周环绕着很高的石墙，墙头插着碎玻璃片。一道钉有铁夹板的窄门是唯一的入口。我们的向导像邮递员一样“砰砰”地敲响了门。
It was nearly eleven o’clock when we reached this final stage of our night’s adventures. We had left the damp fog of the great city behind us, and the night was fairly fine. A warm wind blew from the westward, and heavy clouds moved slowly across the sky, with half a moon peeping occasionally through the rifts. It was clear enough to see for some distance, but Thaddeus Sholto took down one of the side lamps from the carriage to give us a better light upon our way.
当我们来到今晚冒险历程的最后一站时，已经将近晚上十点了。伦敦的浓雾已经散去，夜晚变得清净起来。一阵暖风从西边吹来，浓重的乌云缓缓飘过天空，半圆的月亮时不时地从云缝里露出头来。远处已经能看得很清楚了，可塞迪厄斯·肖尔托还是拿着一盏车灯，想要为我们把路照得更明亮一点儿。
“Who is there?” cried a gruff voice from within.
“是谁？”一个粗鲁的声音从里面传了出来。
“It is I, McMurdo. You surely know my knock by this time.” There was a grumbling sound and a clanking and jarring of keys. The door swung heavily back, and a short, deep-chested man stood in the opening, with the yellow light of the lantern shining upon his protruded face and twinkling, distrustful eyes.
“是我，麦克默多。到现在你肯定熟悉我的敲门声了。”里面传出一阵抱怨的声音，然后是钥匙的叮当响声。门猛地向后敞开，一个矮小却健壮的男人站在门口，提着一盏黄色的灯笼，照出他突出的脸和忽闪、多疑的双眼。
“No, McMurdo? You surprise me! I told my brother last night that I should bring some friends.”
“没有吗？麦克默多？这简直不可思议！我昨晚就告诉了哥哥，今天会带一些朋友来。”
“That you, Mr. Thaddeus? But who are the others? I had no orders about them from the master.”
“是你吗，塞迪厄斯先生？不过，其他人是谁？主人没有下达有关他们的指示。”
This was an unexpected obstacle. Thaddeus Sholto looked about him in a perplexed and helpless manner.
这是一个意想不到的障碍。塞迪厄斯·肖尔托茫然而无助地瞪着他。
“He hain’t been out o’ his rooms to-day, Mr. Thaddeus, and I have no orders. You know very well that I must stick to regulations. I can let you in, but your friends they must just stop where they are.”
“他今天没有出过房门，塞迪厄斯先生，我没有得到任何指示。你很清楚的，我必须遵守规定。我可以让你进来，但你的朋友就在原地歇息吧。”
“Very sorry, Mr. Thaddeus,” said the porter inexorably. “Folk may be friends o’ yours, and yet no friend o’ the master’s. He pays me well to do my duty, and my duty I’ll do. I don’t know none o’ your friends.”
“非常抱歉，塞迪厄斯先生，”守门人无动于衷地说，“这几位可能是您的朋友，但不是主人的朋友。他付给我那么多工钱，就是为了让我履行职责，我必须履行职责。您的朋友，我一个也不认得。”
“Oh, yes you do, McMurdo,” cried Sherlock Holmes genially. “I don’t think you can have forgotten me. Don’t you remember that amateur who fought three rounds with you at Alison’s rooms on the night of your benefit four years back?”
“哦，你认识的，麦克默多，”福尔摩斯和蔼地说，“我想你是不会忘记我的。你不记得了吗，四年前，在艾莉森的场子为你举行的拳击之夜里，那个跟你打过三个回合的业余拳击手？
“This is too bad of you, McMurdo!” he said. “If I guarantee them, that is enough for you. There is the young lady, too. She cannot wait on the public road at this hour.”
“你太不像话啦，麦克默多！”他说，“如果我为他们作担保，就足够了吧。这儿还有一位年轻女士。她不能在这个时候在大马路上等。”
“In you come, sir, in you come — you and your friends,” he answered. “Very sorry, Mr. Thaddeus, but orders are very strict. Had to be certain of your friends before I let them in.”
“请进来吧，先生，请进来吧——您和您的朋友，”他回答道，“非常抱歉，塞迪厄斯先生，规定是非常严格的。我在放你的朋友们进来之前，必须弄清楚他们的身份。”
“Not Mr. Sherlock Holmes!” roared the prize-fighter. “God’s truth! how could I have mistook you? If instead o’ standin’ there so quiet you had just stepped up and given me that cross-hit of yours under the jaw, I’d ha’ known you without a question. Ah, you’re one that has wasted your gifts, you have! You might have aimed high, if you had joined the fancy.”
“难不成是舍洛克·福尔摩斯先生？！”这名职业拳手嚷道，“我的天啊！我怎么会没认出您呢？与其站在那里一言不发，您还不如上前来，给我的下巴来上您拿手的一拳，那我就能认出您来啦！啊！您浪费了自己的天资！真是可惜了！如果您继续练的话，一定会有所成就的。”
“You see, Watson, if all else fails me, I have still one of the scientific professions open to me,” said Holmes, laughing. “Our friend won’t keep us out in the cold now, I am sure.”
“你看，沃森，就算我其他什么事都干不成，但仍然还有一个正儿八经的职业适合我，”福尔摩斯笑着对我说，“我相信我们这位朋友一定不会让我们在外面受冻的。”
Inside, a gravel path wound through desolate grounds to a huge clump of a house, square and prosaic, all plunged in shadow save where a moon beam struck one corner and glimmered in a garret window. The vast size of the building, with its gloom and its deathly silence, struck a chill to the heart. Even Thaddeus Sholto seemed ill at ease, and the lantern quivered and rattled in his hand.
一进去，就有一条铺着石子的小路，曲曲折折地穿过一片荒凉的空地，直通到一栋方方正正、普普通通的大房子，房子整个隐没在阴影中，只有一束月光照着房子的一角，在顶楼的窗户上微微闪耀。这样一栋大房子，连同着它的阴森和沉寂，让人毛骨悚然。就连塞迪厄斯·肖尔托也显得不安起来，手里的灯都跟着颤抖。
“Yes; he has followed my father’s custom. He was the favourite son you know, and I sometimes think that my father may have told him more than he ever told me. That is Bartholomew’s window up there where the moonshine strikes. It is quite bright, but there is no light from within, I think.”
“是的，他沿袭了我父亲的习惯。您知道，他是我父亲很偏爱的孩子，我有时候认为，我父亲告诉他的话远比告诉我的要多。那月光照着的，就是巴塞洛缪的窗户。窗户很明亮，但我认为，里面似乎没有灯光。”
He held up the lantern, and his hand shook until the circles of light flickered and wavered all round us. Miss Morstan seized my wrist, and we all stood, with thumping hearts, straining our ears. From the great black house there sounded through the silent night the saddest and most pitiful of sounds — the shrill, broken whimpering of a frightened woman.
他举高了灯笼，但手抖动得让灯光打着转，到处摇摆闪烁。摩斯坦小姐握紧了我的手腕，我们都站在那里，伴着扑通扑通的心跳，竖起耳朵听着。从这巨大、阴森的房子里，传来一阵阵极为悲凉的惨叫声，划破了静谧的夜空——那是惊恐的女人声嘶力竭的凄厉哀号声。
“Does he always guard the premises in this way?” asked Holmes.
“他平常总是这样护卫宅子的吗？”福尔摩斯问道。
“I cannot understand it,” he said. “There must be some mistake. I distinctly told Bartholomew that we should be here, and yet there is no light in his window. I do not know what to make of it.”
“我实在是不明白，”他说，“这里面一定有问题。我非常清楚地告诉过巴塞洛缪，我们今晚会来，但他房间的窗口却没有光亮。我真不明白，这是怎么一回事。”
“Ah, that is the housekeeper’s room. That is where old Mrs. Bernstone sits. She can tell us all about it. But perhaps you would not mind waiting here for a minute or two, for if we all go in together, and she has had no word of our coming, she may be alarmed. But, hush! what is that?”
“啊，那是管家的房间。是伯恩斯通老太太待的地方。她会告诉我们是怎么一回事儿的。不过，或许你们该在外面等一会儿，因为，如果我们一起进去，而她事先又没听说我们要来的话，那她会惊恐不安的。不过，嘘！那是谁？”
“None,” said Holmes. “But I see the glint of a light in that little window beside the door.”
“的确没有，”福尔摩斯说，“不过，我看到门旁的那个小窗里闪着光。”
“It is Mrs. Bernstone,” said Sholto. “She is the only woman in the house. Wait here. I shall be back in a moment.”
“那是伯恩斯通太太，”肖尔托说，“她是这房子里唯一的女人。在这里等着。我一会儿就出来。”
“Oh, Mr. Thaddeus, sir, I am so glad you have come! I am so glad you have come, Mr. Thaddeus, sir!”
“哦，塞迪厄斯先生，很高兴您来了！我非常高兴您来了，塞迪厄斯先生！”
He hurried for the door and knocked in his peculiar way. We could see a tall old woman admit him and sway with pleasure at the very sight of him.
他赶忙走向房门，用他独特的方式敲了敲门。我们看到一个高个子的老女人让他进了门，并且一见到是他，就非常高兴。
We heard her reiterated rejoicings until the door was closed and her voice died away into a muffled monotone.
我们听到她反反复复地表达着喜悦之情，直到门关上，她的声音才渐渐减弱，变得含混不清了。
Our guide had left us the lantern. Holmes swung it slowly round and peered keenly at the house and at the great rubbish-heaps which cumbered the grounds. Miss Morstan and I stood together, and her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two, who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other. I have marvelled at it since, but at the time it seemed the most natural thing that I should go out to her so, and, as she has often told me, there was in her also the instinct to turn to me for comfort and protection. So we stood hand in hand like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.
我们的向导把灯笼留给了我们。福尔摩斯提着那盏灯，缓慢地仔细审视着房子四周和堆在空地上的大堆垃圾。摩斯坦小姐跟我站在一起，依然握着我的手。爱是一个多么神奇而微妙的东西啊！我们两人在这之前从未谋面，也不曾传递过一句情话，甚至一丝情愫，然而，就在这患难的一个小时里，我们的手不自觉地紧紧握在了一起。我事后常惊讶于此，但在那个时候，我这么主动地握住她，却好像是最自然不过的事情，而她后来也常常告诉我，她当时本能般地依偎着我，寻求安慰和保护。我们手拉着手站在一起，如同两个小孩一般，这就使得我们的心在黑暗之中能保持宁静。
At that moment the door of the house burst open, and Thaddeus Sholto came running out, with his hands thrown forward and terror in his eyes.
在这个时候，房门忽然打开了，塞迪厄斯·肖尔托跑了出来，两手向前伸着，眼中充满恐惧。
“What a strange place!” she said, looking round.
“多么奇怪的地方啊！”她看着四周说。
He was, indeed, half blubbering with fear, and his twitching, feeble face peeping out from the great astrakhan collar had the helpless, appealing expression of a terrified child.
他真的几乎恐惧得哭了起来，抽搐着的苍白脸孔从羔皮领子里露出来，满是无助、哀求的神情，如同一个受惊的孩子。
“And from the same cause,” said Holmes. “These are the traces of the treasure seekers. You must remember that they were six years looking for it. No wonder that the grounds look like a gravel-pit.”
“这里的挖掘也是为了同样的目的，”福尔摩斯说，“这都是为了寻找宝物。你不要忘了，他们用了六年的时间来寻找。难怪这里就好像砂砾坑一般。”
“There is something amiss with Bartholomew!” he cried. “I am frightened! My nerves cannot stand it.”
“巴塞洛缪一定是出事儿了！”他喊道，“我很害怕！我经受不住这样的刺激。”
“Come into the house,” said Holmes in his crisp, firm way.
“进屋子里去！”福尔摩斯坚决、干脆地说。
“Yes, do!” pleaded Thaddeus Sholto. “I really do not feel equal to giving directions.”
“请进！请进！”塞迪厄斯恳求地说道，“我真的不知道该如何是好了。”
“It looks as though all the moles in England had been let loose in it. I have seen something of the sort on the side of a hill near Ballarat, where the prospectors had been at work.”
“好像英国所有的鼹鼠都被放到这里来了。我只在巴拉瑞特附近的山边看到过类似的景象，那里有探矿人在钻探。”
We all followed him into the housekeeper’s room, which stood upon the lefthand side of the passage. The old woman was pacing up and down with a scared look and restless, picking fingers, but the sight of Miss Morstan appeared to have a soothing effect upon her.
我们都跟着他，走进了女管家的房间，房间就在甬道的左侧。这个老太太正惊魂未定地在房间里走来走去，一边拽着手指，但她一看到摩斯坦小姐，就如同得到了安慰。
“Master has locked himself in and will not answer me,” she explained. “All day I have waited to hear from him, for he often likes to be alone; but an hour ago I feared that something was amiss, so I went up and peeped through the key hole. You must go up, Mr. Thaddeus — you must go up and look for yourself. I have seen Mr. Bartholomew Sholto in joy and in sorrow for ten long years, but I never saw him with such a face on him as that.”
“主人把他自己锁在了房间里，完全不理会我，”她解释道，“我一整天都在等他召唤，因为他经常喜欢独处。可是，几个钟头以前，我害怕会出事儿，就上楼去，从钥匙孔里往里偷偷看了看。您一定要上去看一看，塞迪厄斯先生——你一定要亲自上去看一看。这十年里，我见过他喜悦，也见过他悲伤，可我从没见过巴塞洛缪先生这副样子。”
Our companion patted her thin, work-worn hand and murmured some few words of kindly, womanly comfort which brought the colour back into the other’s bloodless cheeks.
我们的伙伴轻轻地拍了拍她那瘦骨嶙峋、饱经沧桑的手，喃喃低语了几句安慰的话，老太太那毫无血色的脸就逐渐恢复了常态。
“God bless your sweet, calm face!” she cried with a hysterical sob. “It does me good to see you. Oh, but I have been sorely tired this day!”
“上帝会保佑您这张甜美而温柔的脸的！”她失控地啜泣道，“见到您真好。哦，今天我真是受够了！”
Sherlock Holmes took the lamp and led the way, for Thaddeus Sholto’s teeth were chattering in his head. So shaken was he that I had to pass my hand under his arm as we went up the stairs, for his knees were trembling under him. Twice as we ascended, Holmes whipped his lens out of his pocket and carefully examined marks which appeared to me to be mere shapeless smudges of dust upon the cocoanut-matting which served as a stair-carpet. He walked slowly from step to step, holding the lamp low, and shooting keen glances to right and left. Miss Morstan had remained behind with the frightened housekeeper.
舍洛克·福尔摩斯提着灯笼在前面带路，因为塞迪厄斯已吓得牙齿都打战了。他抖得实在太厉害了，以至于上楼梯时，我不得不扶住他的胳膊，因为他的双膝在不住地颤抖。我们上楼梯的时候，福尔摩斯两次从口袋里拿出放大镜，小心地查验了用作楼梯地毯的棕皮垫子上的一些痕迹，尽管在我看来，这些痕迹不过是一些奇形怪状的污渍。他缓慢地一级一级走上去，灯提得很低，不断向左右敏锐地扫视着。摩斯坦小姐留在楼下，给惊恐的女管家作伴。
“There is something devilish in this, Watson,” said he, more moved than I had ever before seen him. “What do you make of it?”
“沃森，里面确实有点儿可怕，”他说道，我从没有见过他如此激动。“你看这是怎么一回事儿？”
The third flight of stairs ended in a straight passage of some length, with a great picture in Indian tapestry upon the right of it and three doors upon the left. Holmes advanced along it in the same slow and methodical way, while we kept close at his heels, with our long black shadows streaming backward down the corridor. The third door was that which we were seeking. Holmes knocked without receiving any answer, and then tried to turn the handle and force it open. It was locked on the inside, however, and by a broad and powerful bolt, as we could see when we set our lamp up against it. The key being turned, however, the hole was not entirely closed. Sherlock Holmes bent down to it and instantly rose again with a sharp intaking of the breath.
上了三段楼梯之后，就是一条很长的笔直的甬道，右墙上悬挂着一幅巨幅印度挂毯画，左边有三个门。福尔摩斯依然一边慢慢地走着，一边观察，我们紧随其后，长长的影子投射在身后的走廊上。第三扇门就是我们要去的地方。福尔摩斯敲了敲门，没有人应答，于是他就扭转门把手，试图强行开门。但是，门从里面反锁上了，我们把灯贴近了门缝，可以看见里面用很粗的门锁倒闩着。但钥匙被扭转过来了，所以锁眼没有全部封闭。舍洛克·福尔摩斯弯腰从锁眼里往里面看了看，立刻站了起来，倒吸了一口气。
I stooped to the hole and recoiled in horror. Moonlight was streaming into the room, and it was bright with a vague and shifty radiance. Looking straight at me and suspended, as it were, in the air, for all beneath was in shadow, there hung a face — the very face of our companion Thaddeus. There was the same high, shining head, the same circular bristle of red hair, the same bloodless countenance. The features were set, however, in a horrible smile, a fixed and unnatural grin, which in that still and moonlit room was more jarring to the nerves than any scowl or contortion. So like was the face to that of our little friend that I looked round at him to make sure that he was indeed with us. Then I recalled to mind that he had mentioned to us that his brother and he were twins.
我弯下腰，凑近锁眼，却吓得立刻缩了回来。月光照进屋内，闪耀着粼粼光辉。有一张脸正直视着我，而且它仿佛是悬浮在半空中的，因为脸以下的部分都沉浸在黑暗中了——那张脸跟我们的伙伴塞迪厄斯一模一样。一样光亮的秃顶，一样围成一圈的红短发，一样没有血色的面孔。但是，那张脸表情呆滞，带着一丝可怕的微笑——一种定住的、不自然的露齿笑容，在这月光照耀的宁静房间里，这样一张脸比愁眉苦脸更让人害怕。由于这张脸跟我们的小个子朋友实在太像，我不得不转过头来确认他是否确实与我们在一起。然后，我想起他提起过，他们是孪生兄弟。
“This is terrible!” I said to Holmes. “What is to be done?”
“太可怕了！”我对福尔摩斯说，“该怎么办呢？”
“The door must come down,” he answered, and springing against it, he put all his weight upon the lock.
“我们必须把门打开，”他回答道，一边向门上撞了过去，把全身的力量都压到了锁上。
It appeared to have been fitted up as a chemical laboratory. A double line of glass-stoppered bottles was drawn up upon the wall opposite the door, and the table was littered over with Bunsen burners, test-tubes, and retorts. In the corners stood carboys of acid in wicker baskets. One of these appeared to leak or to have been broken, for a stream of dark-coloured liquid had trickled out from it, and the air was heavy with a peculiarly pungent, tarlike odour. A set of steps stood at one side of the room in the midst of a litter of lath and plaster, and above them there was an opening in the ceiling large enough for a man to pass through. At the foot of the steps a long coil of rope was thrown carelessly together.
这间屋子收拾得如同化学实验室一般。对着门的墙上摆着两层带玻璃塞的玻璃瓶子，桌子上摆满了本生灯、试管和蒸馏器。墙的一角里有许多用柳条篮子装着的玻璃酸瓶。其中有一个似乎是泄漏了，或是破碎了，流出一股黑色的液体，空气里弥漫着一股特别刺鼻的柏油气味。屋子的一边，在一堆散乱的板条和灰泥上，立着一架梯子，梯子上方的天花板上有一个大洞，大小差不多可以容人进出。梯子下面有一卷绳子，绳子散乱地堆放在一起。
It creaked and groaned but did not yield. Together we flung ourselves upon it once more, and this time it gave way with a sudden snap, and we found ourselves within Bartholomew Sholto’s chamber.
门发出吱嘎吱嘎的声响，但是没有开。我们再一次一起撞向门，这一次，门被猛地一下撞开了，然后，我们发现自己已经进入了巴塞洛缪的房间。
In the light of the lantern I read with a thrill of horror, “The sign of the four.”
借着灯笼的光，我惊恐地发现，那纸上写的是“四签名”。
“You see,” he said with a significant raising of the eyebrows.
“你看。”他说，高高地扬起了眉毛。
“In God’s name, what does it all mean?” I asked.
“我的上帝啊，这到底是什么意思？”我问。
“It looks like a thorn,” said I.
“好像是一根刺。”我说。
By the table in a wooden armchair the master of the house was seated all in a heap, with his head sunk upon his left shoulder and that ghastly, inscrutable smile upon his face. He was stiff and cold and had clearly been dead many hours. It seemed to me that not only his features but all his limbs were twisted and turned in the most fantastic fashion. By his hand upon the table there lay a peculiar instrument — a brown, close-grained stick, with a stone head like a hammer, rudely lashed on with coarse twine. Beside it was a torn sheet of note-paper with some words scrawled upon it. Holmes glanced at it and then handed it to me.
在桌子旁边放着一张有扶手的木椅子，上面坐着房间的主人，他的头斜倚在左肩上，脸上带着神秘、可怕的微笑。他的身体冰冷僵硬，明显已经死了好些时候了。在我看来，他不仅表情诡异，四肢也蜷缩得很古怪。他手边的桌上放着一个奇怪的器具——一个粗糙的棕色木棍，上面用粗麻线绑着一块石头，像是一把锤子。旁边放着一张从笔记本上撕下来的纸，上面潦草地写着几个字。福尔摩斯扫了一眼，然后递给了我。
“It means murder,” said he, stooping over the dead man. “Ah! I expected it. Look here!”
“这是谋杀，”他说，一面弯下腰，去看那个死人。“啊！果然不出所料。看这里！”
He pointed to what looked like a long dark thorn stuck in the skin just above the ear.
他指着在尸体耳朵上方扎着的一根黑色长刺。
“It is a thorn. You may pick it out. But be careful, for it is poisoned.”
“就是一根刺。你可以把它拔出来。不过要非常小心，因为它有毒。”
“This is all an insoluble mystery to me,” said I. “It grows darker instead of clearer.”
“这对我来说完全是一个无法解释的谜团，”我说，“不但没有清楚，反而更糊涂了。”
We had almost forgotten our companion’s presence since we entered the chamber. He was still standing in the doorway, the very picture of terror, wringing his hands and moaning to himself. Suddenly, however, he broke out into a sharp, querulous cry.
自从进了屋子，我们几乎忘记了我们那位伙伴的存在。他仍然站在门口，仍然一副恐惧的模样，正在搓着手自言自语。忽然，他大声地叫嚷起来。
I took it up between my finger and thumb. It came away from the skin so readily that hardly any mark was left behind. One tiny speck of blood showed where the puncture had been.
我用拇指和食指把它拔了出来。刺很容易就从皮肤里出来了，几乎没留下什么痕迹。只有一个小小的血点说明了伤口的所在。
“What time was that?”
“那是几点钟？
“It was ten o’clock. And now he is dead, and the police will be called in, and I shall be suspected of having had a hand in it. Oh, yes, I am sure I shall. But you don’t think so, gentlemen? Surely you don’t think that it was I? Is it likely that I would have brought you here if it were I? Oh, dear! oh, dear! I know that I shall go mad!”
“十点钟。现在他死了，警察就会被招来，我会被怀疑与此有关。哦，是的，一定会的。不过，你们不这么认为吧，先生们？你们一定不会认为是我干的吧？如果是我的话，我还会把你们请来吗？哦，天啊！哦，天啊！我知道，我一定会崩溃的！”
“On the contrary,” he answered, “it clears every instant. I only require a few missing links to have an entirely connected case.”
“正相反，”他说，“每时每刻都在渐渐明朗。我只需要几个失漏的环节，就可以把整件事串联起来了。”
“The treasure is gone!” he said. “They have robbed him of the treasure! There is the hole through which we lowered it. I helped him to do it! I was the last person who saw him! I left him here last night, and I heard him lock the door as I came downstairs.”
“宝物没有了！”他说，“他们把他的宝物抢走了！我们就是从那个洞口把宝物拿下来的。我帮他拿的！我是最后一个见到他的人！昨晚，我把他一个人留在这里，我下楼的时候，听到他锁上了门。”
He jerked his arms and stamped his feet in a kind of convulsive frenzy.
他猛甩着胳膊，跺着脚，疯狂地抽搐了起来。
The little man obeyed in a half-stupefied fashion, and we heard him stumbling down the stairs in the dark.
这个矮小的男人半愣半醒地听从了福尔摩斯的建议，接着，我们听到他在黑暗中摸索着蹒跚下了楼。
“You have no reason for fear, Mr. Sholto,” said Holmes kindly, putting his hand upon his shoulder; “take my advice and drive down to the station to report the matter to the police. Offer to assist them in every way. We shall wait here until your return.”
“你没有理由害怕，肖尔托先生，”福尔摩斯和蔼地说，并把手放在了他的肩上，“采纳我的建议吧，到警察局去报案。答应他们，你会全力协助他们。我们会在这里等着你回来。
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