After breakfast, Emily Brent had suggested to Vera Claythome that they should walk up to the summit again and watch for the boat. Vera had acquiesced.
早饭以后，埃米莉·布伦特提出，请维拉·克莱索恩同她一起再爬到岛子顶上去眺望船来了没有，维拉同意了。
The actual village of Sticklehaven could not be seen, only the hill above it, a jutting out cliff of red rock concealed the actual little bay.
斯蒂克尔海文村子的模样还看不真切，只有高处的山坡——一座峨然突出的红色岩崖掩映着小海湾。
Emily Brent said: “The man who brought us out yesterday seemed a dependable sort of person. It is really very odd that he should be so late this morning.”
埃米莉·布伦特说道：“昨天送我们来的那个人，看上去不像是靠不住的。今天早晨这么晚了他还不来，实在很奇怪。”
Aloud she said after a minute or two: “I wish he would come. I — I want to get away.”
隔了一会儿，她说话了：“我但愿他会来。我——我真想离开。”
The wind had freshened. Small white crests were appearing on the sea. There were Do fishing boats out — and no sign of the motor boat.
空气清新，海面上泛起阵阵小白浪花，还没有渔舟出海，也没有摩托艇的踪影。
Vera did not answer. She was fighting down a rising feeling of panic. She said to herself angrily: “You must keep cool. This isn’t like you. You’ve always had excellent nerves.”
维拉没说什么。她正在努力克制着越来越严重的惊慌不安。她生气地暗自说道：“你千万要保持冷静。这哪像你啊，你不是总能把握得住自己吗？”
Emily Brent said drily: “I’ve no doubt we all do.”
埃米莉·布伦特毫无表情地说道：“我相信我们是人同此心啊！”
Vera said: “It’s all so extraordinary. all.”
维拉说道：“全部是那么不可思议……似乎是乱来一气。”
The elderly woman beside her said briskly: “I’m very annoyed with myself for being so easily taken in. Really that letter is absurd when one comes to examine it. But I had no doubts at the time — none at all.”
这位上年纪的妇女突然不由自主地说道：“我真悔恨自己怎么轻易上了当。只要稍微审查一下，那封来信其实是荒谬可笑的。可是，那时候我竟然不加怀疑——毫不怀疑。”
Vera drew a deep shuddering breath. She said: “Do you really think — what you said at breakfast?”
维拉战战兢兢地长吸了一口气说道：“你真的认为是——像你在吃早饭时说的那样？”
Vera murmured mechanically: “I suppose not.”
维拉像木头人似地应声说道：“我看也是。”
“Be a little more precise, my dear. To what in particular are you referring?”
“说得明确些，我亲爱的，你具体指什么呀？”
“One takes things for granted too much,” said Emily Brent.
“太想当然了。”埃来莉·布伦特说道。
“I don’t know what to think.”
“我不知道该怎么看。”
Vera said in a low voice:…There seems no — no meaning in it. “Do you really think that Rogers and his wife did away with that old lady?”
维位低声说：“你真的认为罗杰斯和他那口子干掉了那位老太太？”
Emily Brent gazed thoughtfully out to sea. Then she said: “Personally, I am quite sure of it. What do you think?”
埃米莉·布伦特若有所思地凝视着海的那边。过了一会儿她说道：“我个人肯定这样认为。你的看法呢？”
Emily Brent said: “Everything goes to support the idea. The way the woman fainted. And the man dropped the coffee tray, remember. Then the way he spoke about it — it didn’t ring true. Oh, yes, I’m afraid they did it.”
埃米莉·布伦特说道：“所有一切都证明了我的看法。那个女人晕过去了，而男的呢，失手掉了咖啡盘子，还记得吧？还有他那种解释的方式，听上去就是假的。是啊！我看是他们干的。”
Vera said: “The way she looked-scared of her own shadow! I’ve never seen a woman look so frightened. by it…”
维拉说道：“她的样子，看来——连自己的影子都怕啊！我还从来没见过一个害怕成这样的女人……一定是有什么东西在日日夜夜地折磨着她……”
Miss Brent murmured: “…She must have been always haunted. I remember a text that hung in my nursery as a child. ‘Be sure thy sin will find thee out.’ It’s very true, that. ‘Be sure thy sin will find thee out.'”
布伦特小姐喃喃地说道：“她一定是经常忧心忡忡。我还记得小时候幼儿园里挂着的一条箴言说：‘有罪之人逃不脱。’对极了，说得是。‘有罪之人逃不脱。’”
Emily Brent continued thoughtfully: “Of course, some of the other accusations were very far-fetched and ridiculous. Against the judge, for instance, who was only doing his duty in his public capacity. And the ex-Scotland Yard man. My own case, too.”
埃米莉·布伦特继续深思地说道：“当然，其中有些控告完全是捕风捉影和荒谬可笑的。譬如指责法官的那条。他不过是在他的公职范围内履行了他的职责而已。还有，像那个以前的苏格兰场（指英警察局——译者注）人员以及我的那条，都是。”
“I don’t quite understand you.”
“我不太明白你的意思。”
She paused and then went on: “Naturally, considering the circumstances, I was not going to say anything last night. It was not a fit subject to discuss before gentlemen.”
她顿了顿又说下去：“自然，考虑到昨天晚上的具体情况，我并没打算说什么。在男人们面前议论那个问题不合适。”
“The others? What about the others?”
“那些呢？那些是怎么一回事呢？”
“Yes, my dear?”
“怎么啦，我亲爱的？”
Emily Brent’s brow, which had been frowning perplexedly, cleared. She said: “Ali, I understand you now. Well, there is that Mr. Lombard. He admits to having abandoned twenty men to their deaths.”
埃米莉因困惑不解而紧皱着的双眉舒展开来了。她说道：“啊，现在我懂得你的意思了。比如，那位隆巴德先生，他承认他使二十一个人陷于非命。”
Emily Brent said sharply: “Black or white, they are our brothers.”
埃米莉·布伦特尖锐地说道：“不管是黑是白，他们都是我们的兄弟。”
Vera said: “They were only natives…”
维拉说道：“他们只不过是些土人而已……”
Vera thought: “Our black brothers — our black brothers. Oh, I’m going to laugh. I’m hysterical. I’m not myself…”
维拉心想：“我们的黑人兄弟——我们的黑人兄弟！喔，我要大笑，我要发狂，我要忘乎所以……”
“All the other accusations — they — they weren’t true? But if it’s true about the Rogerses –” She stopped, unable to make her chaotic thought clear.
“所有其它的那些控告啊——那些——那些不是真的吗？但是，要说罗杰斯两口子那件事是真的话——”她说不下去了，思想太乱了，表达不清楚。
Vera scrambled to her feet. She said: “But, Miss Brent — Miss Brent — in that case –“
维拉慌忙站起来说：“那么，布伦特小姐……布伦特小姐……这样说来……”
“Naturally I did not keep her an hour under my roof. No one shall ever say that I condoned immorality.”
“自然，我家里一分钟也容不得她。我不愿意让谁说我包庇伤风败俗的事。”
“No?”
“不合适吗？”
Vera said, staring at Miss Brent: “What happened?”
维拉眼睛盯着布伦特小姐问道：“后来出了什么事了？”
Vera listened with interest. Miss Brent continued serenely: “Beatrice Taylor was in service with me. Not a nice girl — as I found out too late. I was very much deceived in her. She had nice manners and was very clean and willing. I was very pleased with her. Of course all that was the sheerest hypocrisy! She was a loose girl with no morals. Disgusting! It was some time before I found out that she was what they call ‘in trouble.'” She paused, her delicate nose wrinkling itself in distaste. “It was a great shock to me. Her parents were decent folk, too, who had brought her up very strictly. I’m glad to say they did not condone her behaviour.”
维拉听出了神。布伦特小姐安详地说下去：“比阿特丽斯·泰勒是我的佣人。她是个不规矩的姑娘——我发觉得太晚了。我完全看错了她，她的表现好极了，又干净，又听话。我是很宠爱她的。当然，所有这些全是假相。她是个品德败坏、放荡不羁的女孩子。真恶心！总有好一阵子以后，我才发现她已经是像她们所说的那样‘出了问题’了。”她停顿了一下，皱起秀气的鼻梁以示不屑。“真使我大吃一惊。她父母也是规规矩矩的人，从小到大管教她很严。我对他们毫不姑息这丫头的不端行为这一点，还是很满意的。”
Vera said in a lower voice: “What happened — to her?”
维拉低声问道：“后来呢——她出了什么事了？”
Vera whispered, horror-struck: “She killed herself?”
维拉话说得更轻了，一副惊恐万状的神色。“她自杀了？”
Miss Brent said: “The abandoned creature, not content with having one sin on her conscience, committed a still graver sin. She took her own life.”
布伦特小姐说道：“那个没人要的东西，良心上背了一条罪过还不够，还要造孽。自己去寻了短见。”
Vera said: “But if your — hardness — drove her to…”
维拉说道：“但是，如果说就是因为你的——狠心肠——逼得她出此下策的话……”
Emily Brent said sharply: “Her own action — her own sin — that was what drove her to it. If she had behaved like a decent modest young woman none of this would have happened.”
埃米莉·布伦特狠狠地说道：“她自作——咎由自取——她自受。要是她规规矩矩安分守己，这些事情本来就不会发生的。”
Emily Brent sat on the summit of Indian Island, encased in her own armour of virtue.
埃米莉·布伦特正高踞在印地安岛之巅，自得于自己的道德修养之中。
Dr. Armstrong came out of the dining-room and once more came out on the terrace.
阿姆斯特朗大夫从餐厅走出来，又一次来到了平合上。
The little elderly spinster was no longer slightly ridiculous to Vera. Suddenly — she was terrible.
忽然之间——对维拉说来：这位小个子的上了年岁的老姑娘不只是稍微有点可笑而已，而是——可怕！
The judge was sitting in a chair now, gazing placidly out to sea. Lombard and Blore were over to the left, smoking but not talking.
法官正坐在一把椅子里，安逸地眺望着大海。隆巴德和布洛尔在左边抽着烟，但沉默不语。
“Yes, she threw herself into the river.”
“就是，她投了河。”
Vera shivered.
维拉一阵战栗。
She stared at the calm delicate profile of Miss Brent. She said: “What did you feel like when you knew she’d done that? Weren’t you sorry? Didn’t you blame yourself?”
她呆呆地瞪着布伦特小姐平静文雅的神态，说道：“当你听说她这样做了以后，你有什么感觉？你难受过吗？自我谴责过吗？”
She turned her face to Vera. There was no self-reproach, no uneasiness in those eyes. They were hard and self — righteous.
她转过脸来冲着维拉，毫无负疚之意，眼神坦然，既冷酷又自信。
Emily Brent drew herself up.
埃米莉·布伦特端正了一下姿态。
“I? I had nothing with which to reproach myself.”
“我？我有什么可以谴责自己的？”
“Lombard, can I speak to you for a minute?” Philip started.
“隆巴德，我跟你谈一句话行吗？”菲利普一惊。
Lombard reflected a minute. Then he said: “It’s rather suggestive, isn’t it?”
隆巴德想了想之后才说：“你是有所指的吧？”
“Oh, that’s different.”
“喔，那可以。”
Philip puffed smoke into the air. He said: “It’s perfectly feasible-taken alone.”
菲利普抬头喷了口烟，说道：“就她的那桩事情看，所说的完全有理。”
Armstrong said: “Frankly, what do you think of the position?”
阿姆斯特朗说道：“坦率地说，你现在怎么看？”
Lombard’s eyebrows went up. He said: “My dear fellow, I’ve no medical knowledge.”
隆巴德皱着眉头说道：“亲爱的老朋友，我可不懂得医道。”
“No, no, I mean as to the general situation.”
“不，不，我是指总的情况。”
The two men left the terrace. They strolled down the slope towards the water. When they were out of earshot, Armstrong said: “I want a consultation.”
两人一起离开了平台。他们走下斜坡，朝海的一边走去。到了谁都听不见他们的地方，阿姆斯特朗说：“咱们会诊一下。”
He made up his mind.
他打定了主意。
“What are your ideas on the subject of that woman? Do you accept Blore’s theory?”
“关于那个女人的那桩事，你有什么看法？你同意布洛尔的道理吗？”
“Of course.”
“当然。”
As before, the doctor hesitated for a moment. His eye rested speculatively on Mr. Justice Wargrave. He wanted to consult with some one. He was conscious of the judge’s acute logical brain. But nevertheless he wavered. Mr. Justice Wargrave might have a good brain but he was an elderly man. At this juncture, Armstrong felt what was needed was a man of action.
像上次那样，大夫又迟疑了一阵子，把眼光落在法官身上了。他有些犯疑，要找个人一块儿合计合计。法官的头脑既敏捷又富于条理，这他是领教过了的。他所以还在犹豫不决是因为沃格雷夫法官先生的脑子虽灵，但终究老了，而在这个节骨眼儿上，阿姆斯特朗感到他所需要的却是闻风而至的男子。
“Exactly.”
“是这样。”
Armstrong’s tone sounded relieved.
听口气，阿姆斯特朗似乎松了一口气。
“Yes, no positive action. No arsenic to obtain and administer nothing definite — just — negation! And Rogers hurried through the night to fetch a doctor and they both felt confident that no one could ever know.”
“是啊，用不着主动去做什么，用不着什么像砒霜之类的毒药——啥也不用——只要——听之任之！而且罗杰斯还连晚赶着去请医生，他们相信这么一来，当然，人不知鬼不觉。”
Philip Lombard was no fool.
菲利普·隆巴德精得很呐！
Lombard went on: “That is, accepting the premise that Mr. and Mrs. Rogers have successfully got away with murder in their time. And I don’t see why they shouldn’t. What do you think they did exactly? Poisoned the old lady?”
隆巴德又继续讲下去：“姑且认为罗杰斯先生和太太那时候顺利地得了手，其实，在我看来也没有什么办不到的理由。具体说来，你看他们是怎样下手的？把那位老太太毒死的吗？”
Armstrong said slowly: “It might be simpler than that. I asked Rogers this morning what this Miss Brady had suffered from. His answer was enlightening. I don’t need to go into medical details, but in a certain form of cardiac trouble, amyl nitrite is used. When an attack comes on an ampoule of amyl nitrite is broken and it is inhaled. If amyl nitrite were withheld well, the consequences might easily be fatal.”
阿姆斯特朗慢悠悠地说：“也许比这还容易。今天早晨我问过罗杰斯那位布雷迪小姐害什么病来着。从他的话里可以听得出来，不需要在病情及治疗方面刨根问底，总是心脏上的那种毛病，用的是亚硝酸戊酯。病一发作，就吸入一支亚硝酸戊酯，亚硝酸戊酯一断档——得，轻而易举地就可以打发她上路了。”
Philip Lombard said thoughtfully: “As simple as that. It must have been-rather tempting.”
菲利普·隆巴德沉思着说：“竟然如此简单。可见得也的确是——使他们动心。”
The doctor nodded.
医生点了点头。
“Of course — that explains a good deal.”
“可见——这说明的问题太多了。”
Armstrong said, puzzled: “I beg your pardon.”
阿姆斯特朗对这个说法感到迷惑不解：“你说什么？”
“And, even if any one knew, nothing could ever be proved against them,” added Philip Lombard.
“而且，就算有人知道，也拿他们没办法。”菲利普·隆巴德又添上了一句。
Armstrong said sharply: “You believe that story?”
阿姆斯特朗急忙说道：“那桩事情，你信？”
Philip Lombard smiled. “Oh, yes, I believe it. Wargrave murdered Edward Seton all right, murdered him as surely as if he’d stuck a stiletto through him! But he was clever enough to do it from the judge’s seat in wig and gown. So in the ordinary way you can’t bring his little crime home to him.”
菲利普·隆巴德笑了起来：“啊，是的，我相信。沃格雷夫杀了爱德华·塞顿，没问题，一清二楚，就像他用刀血淋淋地捅了塞顿一样。但是他再滑不过了。披着法衣，手持法典，高踞大堂之上，杀人不见血啊！因此，按正常法规，对他的这种略施小伎，治得了罪吗？”
He frowned suddenly.
忽然他皱起眉头。
Armstrong drew a deep breath.
阿姆斯特朗深深地吸了一口气。
A sudden flash passed like lightning through Armstrong’s mind. “Murder in Hospital. Murder on the Operating Table. Safe-yes, safe as houses!”
突然一个念头像闪电一样出现在阿姆斯特朗的脑海里：“行医杀人——手术杀人。安全，保险！——是的，像在自己家里一样稳当！”
Lombard said: “I mean — it explains Indian Island. There are crimes that cannot be brought home to their perpetrators. Instance, the Rogerses’. Another instance, old Wargrave, who committed his murder strictly within the law.”
隆巴德说道：“我意思是——它揭穿了印地安岛的老底儿了。有些犯罪行为，硬是拿凶手没办法。罗杰斯两口子这件事就是一个例子。还有，像老沃格雷夫，他简直就是用法律杀人。”
Philip Lombard was saying: “Hence — Mr. Owen — hence — Indian Island!”
菲利普·隆巴德继续说着：“可见得——欧文先生——可见得——印地安岛！”
“Now we’re getting down to it. What’s the real purpose of getting us all here?”
“好了，我们打破砂锅问到底了。把我们都弄到这儿来，打算怎么办呢？”
Armstrong said abruptly: “Let’s go back a minute to this woman’s death. What are the possible theories? Rogers killed her because he was afraid she would give the show away. Second possibility: She lost her nerve and took an easy way out herself.”
阿姆斯特朗立刻说道：“让我们再回过头去，说几句那个女人的结局吧。是怎么搞的？有几种可能？是罗杰斯怕她说出来而杀了她的呢，还是另一种可能：她神志失常而自寻短见了呢？”
Philip Lombard said: “What do you think?”
菲利普·隆巴德说道：“你看呢？”
Philip Lombard said: “Suicide, eh?”
菲利普·隆巴德说道：“自杀，呃？”
“What do you say to that?”
“你看怎样？”
Armstrong said: “Nobody in their senses carries Potassium Cyanide. It might be done by some one who was going to take a wasps’ nest.”
阿姆斯特朗说道：“头脑正常的人，谁也不会随身带着氰化钾。只有掏蜂窝的人可能这样做。”
Lombard said: “It could have been — yes — if it hadn’t been for Marston’s death. Two suicides within twelve hours is a little too much to swallow! And if you tell me that Anthony Marston, a young bull with no nerves and precious little brains, got the wind up over having mowed down a couple of kids and deliberately put himself out of the way — well, the idea’s laughable! And anyway, how did he get hold of the stuff? From all I’ve ever heard, Potassium Cyanide isn’t the kind of stuff you take about with you in your waistcoat pocket. But that’s your line of country.”
隆巴德说道；“有这个可能——不错——如果在这之前马斯顿不翘辫子的话。不过，在不到十二个钟头内连着有两起自杀，叫人难以接受。再说，你要是告诉我，有个名叫安东尼·马斯顿的欢蹦乱跳的壮小伙子，他不知天高地厚，无忧无虑的，仅仅因为撞倒两个孩子，送了他们的性命，就诚心诚意地断送掉自己——不行啊！听来好笑啊！就算是这样，毒药那玩意儿他又是打哪儿弄来的呢？据我所知，氰化钾可不是那种随便塞在哪个口袋里到处带着跑的东西。说来，这可是你的本行。”
“The ardent gardener or landowner, in fact? Again, not Anthony Marston. It strikes me that Cyanide is going to need a bit of explaining. Either Anthony Marston meant to do away with himself before he came here, and therefore came prepared — or else –“
“那就是说只有醉心园艺的园丁或者园主人才会有了？安东尼·马斯顿也不是这种人呀？我弄不懂的就是氰化物，这个谜还有待于揭开。要么说，安东尼·马斯顿来这儿之前就蓄意干掉自己啦，所以是准备好了来的，要么说……”
Armstrong prompted him. “Or else?”
阿姆斯特朗追问他：“要么说？”
Philip Lombard grinned. “Why make me say it? When it’s on the tip of your own tongue. Anthony Marston was murdered, of course.”
菲利普·隆巴德咧开嘴露出牙齿笑了：“干吗非让我说出来？这话不就在你自己的嘴边吗？安东尼·马斯顿当然是被谋害的。”
Dr. Armstrong drew a deep breath.
阿姆斯特朗大夫深深地吸了一口气。
“And Mrs. Rogers?”
“那么罗杰斯太太呢？”
And he repeated the facts that Rogers had given him about the disappearance of the two little china figures.
于是，他把罗杰斯告诉他关于两个小瓷人失踪的情况又重复了一遍。
Armstrong said: “I can perhaps give you some help towards that theory.”
阿姆斯特朗说道：“我也许能帮助你弄清楚这个问题。”
Lombard said slowly: “I could believe in Anthony’s suicide (with difficulty) if it weren’t for Mrs. Rogers. I could believe in Mrs. Rogers’ suicide (easily) if it weren’t for Anthony Marston. I can believe that Rogers put his wife out of the way — if it were not for the unexplained death of Anthony Marston. But what we need is a theory to explain two deaths following rapidly on each other.”
隆巴德缓慢地说道：“假如没有罗杰斯太太那件事，尽管疑虑重重，我还有可能相信安东尼是自杀的。反过来说，如果没有安东尼·马斯顿这件事，我就可能毫无疑虑地完全相信罗杰斯太太是自杀的。如果不是安东尼·马斯顿的死实在难以解释的话——说是罗杰斯把自己老婆干掉的，我也相信。现在是两起死亡，一起紧接着一起，那就需要讲讲清楚才行了。”
The two men looked at each other. Philip Lombard grinned and flung away his cigarette.
两个人对视了一下，菲利普·隆巴德又露出牙齿笑了，扔掉了烟头。
Dr. Armstrong recited: “Ten little Indian boys going out to dine; One went and choked himself and then there were nine.”
阿姆斯特朗大夫背诵了起来：“十个印地安小男孩，为了吃饭去奔走；噎死一个没法救，十个只剩九。”
“Nine little Indian boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight.”
九个印地安小男孩，深夜不寐真困乏；倒头一睡睡死啦，九个只剩八。”
Lombard took him up. “And therefore another kind of puzzle. The Nigger in the Woodpile! X! Mr. Owen! U. N. Owen. One Unknown Lunatic at Large!”
隆巴德立即把话头接了过去：“于是又出现了一个难题，也就是问题的奥秘所在！未知数！欧文先生！尤·纳·欧文。一个不知所在，无所不在，逍遥自在的狂人！”
Lombard said: “Yes, little china Indian figures… There were certainly ten last night at dinner. And now there are eight, you say?”
隆巴德说道：“对了，印地安小瓷人儿……昨天晚上吃饭的时候肯定有十个。你说现在只有八个了？”
“Fits too damned well to be a coincidence! Anthony Marston dies of asphyxiation or choking last night after dinner, and Mother Rogers oversleeps herself with a vengeance.”
“再也没有这样见鬼的巧事！安东尼·马斯顿昨天晚饭后死于窒息，或者说噎死了，而罗杰斯太太睡过了头，一觉睡死啦！”
“And therefore?” said Armstrong.
“于是？”阿姆斯特朗说道。
“Ah!” Armstrong breathed a sigh of relief. “You agree. But you see what it involves? Rogers swore that there was no one but ourselves and he and his wife on the island.”
“啊！”阿姆斯特朗吸了一口气，轻松地说：“你同意了。但是，你明白吗，这又牵涉到什么问题了？罗杰斯赌咒发誓地说，岛上除了我们自己和他以及他老婆外，别无他人。”
“Rogers is wrong! Or possibly Rogers is lying!”
“罗杰斯弄错了！而且罗杰斯可能在撒谎！”
Armstrong shook his head.
阿姆斯特朗摇摇头。
Armstrong had gone pale. He said: “You realize — the man must be a raving maniac!”
阿姆斯特朗脸色煞白地说道：“你认为——此人一定是个头号狂人！”
Philip Lombard nodded.
菲利普·隆巴德点点头。
“I don’t think he’s lying. The man’s scared. He’s scared nearly out of his senses.”
“我不认为他在撒谎，这个人害怕着呐！害怕得要疯了。”
He said: “No motor boat this morning. That fits in. Mr. Owen’s little arrangements again to the fore. Indian Island is to be isolated until Mr. Owen has finished his job.”
他说道：“今天上午不会有摩托艇来了。这也对得上茬儿。又是欧文先生近在眼前的小小安排。印地安岛势将与世隔绝，直到欧文先生了结这桩公案为止。”
Philip Lombard said, and there was a new ring in his voice: “There’s one thing Mr. Owen didn’t realize.”
菲利普·隆巴德变了一种口气说道：“有一点是欧文先生没想到的。”
“What’s that?”
“哪一点？”
Philip Lombard laughed. “Dangerous? Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? I’ll be dangerous when I get hold of him!”
菲利普·隆巴德大笑起来：“危险得很？谁害怕大灰狼来着？我要是抓住他，我就成为危险得很啦！”
“This island’s more or less a bare rock. We make short work of searching it. We’ll soon ferret out U. N. Owen, Esq.”
“说来说去，这个岛子总归只是一块光秃秃的礁石吧？我一次快刀斩乱麻，搜它一家伙，马上就可以把尤·纳·欧文老爷搜出来。”
Dr. Armstrong said warningly: “He’ll be dangerous.”
阿姆斯特朗大夫警告说：“他危险得很呐！”
He paused and said: “We’d better rope in Blore to help us. He’ll be a good man in a pinch. Better not tell the women. As for the others, the General’s ga ga, I think, and old Wargrave’s forte is masterly inactivity. The three of us can attend to this job.”
他顿了顿又说道：“最好我们把布洛尔也找来帮我们干。关键时刻他会是把好手。最好不让娘儿们知道。至于还有些人，将军是老掉了牙的，我看是的。而沃格雷夫的本事无非是懒上加懒。就我们三人来干吧！”
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