(单词翻译:单击)
英文原版
When McMurdo awoke next morning he had good reason to remember his initiation into the lodge. His head ached with the effect of the drink, and his arm, where he had been branded, was hot and swollen. Having his own peculiar source of income, he was irregular in his attendance at his work; so he had a late breakfast, and remained at home for the morning writing a long letter to a friend. Afterwards he read the Daily Herald. In a special column put in at the last moment he read:
OUTRAGE AT THE HERALD OFFICE--EDITOR SERIOUSLY INJURED.
It was a short account of the facts with which he was himself more familiar than the writer could have been. It ended with the statement:
The matter is now in the hands of the police; but it can hardly be hoped that their exertions will be attended by any better results than in the past. Some of the men were recognized, and there is hope that a conviction may be obtained. The source of the outrage was, it need hardly be said, that infamous society which has held this community in bondage for so long a period, and against which the Herald has taken so uncompromising a stand. Mr. Stanger's many friends will rejoice to hear that, though he has been cruelly and brutally beaten, and though he has sustained severe injuries about the head, there is no immediate danger to his life.
Below it stated that a guard of police, armed with Winchester rifles, had been requisitioned for the defense of the office.
McMurdo had laid down the paper, and was lighting his pipe with a hand which was shaky from the excesses of the previous evening, when there was a knock outside, and his landlady brought to him a note which had just been handed in by a lad. It was unsigned, and ran thus:
I should wish to speak to you, but would rather not do so in your house. You will find me beside the flagstaff upon Miller Hill. If you will come there now, I have something which it is important for you to hear and for me to say.
McMurdo read the note twice with the utmost surprise; for he could not imagine what it meant or who was the author of it. Had it been in a feminine hand, he might have imagined that it was the beginning of one of those adventures which had been familiar enough in his past life. But it was the writing of a man, and of a well educated one, too. Finally, after some hesitation, he determined to see the matter through.
Miller Hill is an ill-kept public park in the very centre of the town. In summer it is a favourite resort of the people, but in winter it is desolate enough. From the top of it one has a view not only of the whole straggling, grimy town, but of the winding valley beneath, with its scattered mines and factories blackening the snow on each side of it, and of the wooded and white-capped ranges flanking it.
McMurdo strolled up the winding path hedged in with evergreens until he reached the deserted restaurant which forms the centre of summer gaiety. Beside it was a bare flagstaff, and underneath it a man, his hat drawn down and the collar of his overcoat turned up. When he turned his face McMurdo saw that it was Brother Morris, he who had incurred the anger of the Bodymaster the night before. The lodge sign was given and exchanged as they met.
"I wanted to have a word with you, Mr. McMurdo," said the older man, speaking with a hesitation which showed that he was on delicate ground. "It was kind of you to come."
"Why did you not put your name to the note?"
"One has to be cautious, mister. One never knows in times like these how a thing may come back to one. One never knows either who to trust or who not to trust."
"Surely one may trust brothers of the lodge."
"No, no, not always," cried Morris with vehemence. "Whatever we say, even what we think, seems to go back to that man McGinty."
"Look here!" said McMurdo sternly. "It was only last night, as you know well, that I swore good faith to our Bodymaster. Would you be asking me to break my oath?"
"If that is the view you take," said Morris sadly, "I can only say that I am sorry I gave you the trouble to come and meet me. Things have come to a bad pass when two free citizens cannot speak their thoughts to each other."
McMurdo, who had been watching his companion very narrowly, relaxed somewhat in his bearing. "Sure I spoke for myself only," said he. "I am a newcomer, as you know, and I am strange to it all. It is not for me to open my mouth, Mr. Morris, and if you think well to say anything to me I am here to hear it."
"And to take it back to Boss McGinty!" said Morris bitterly.
"Indeed, then, you do me injustice there," cried McMurdo. "For myself I am loyal to the lodge, and so I tell you straight; but I would be a poor creature if I were to repeat to any other what you might say to me in confidence. It will go no further than me; though I warn you that you may get neither help nor sympathy."
"I have given up looking for either the one or the other," said Morris. "I may be putting my very life in your hands by what I say; but, bad as you are--and it seemed to me last night that you were shaping to be as bad as the worst--still you are new to it, and your conscience cannot yet be as hardened as theirs. That was why I thought to speak with you."
"Well, what have you to say?"
第二天早晨,麦克默多一觉醒来,回忆起入会的情形。因为酒喝多了,头有些胀痛,臂膀烙伤处也肿胀起来隐隐作痛。他既有特殊的收入来源,去做工也就不定时了,所以早餐吃得很晚,而上午便留在家中给朋友写了一封长信。后来,他又翻阅了一下《每日先驱报》,只见专栏中刊载着一段报道:
先驱报社暴徒行凶——主笔受重伤
这是一段简要的报道,实际上麦克默多自己比记者知道得更清楚。报道的结尾说:
“此事现已归警署办理,然断难瞩望彼等获致优于前此诸案之效果。暴徒中数人已为人知,故可望予以判处。而暴行之源则毋庸讳言为该声名狼藉之社团,彼等奴役全区居民多年,《先驱报》与彼等展开毫无妥协之斗争。斯坦格君之众多友好当喜闻下述音信,斯坦格君虽惨遭毒打,头部受伤甚重,然尚无性命之虞。”
下面报道说,报社已由装备着温切斯特步枪之煤铁警察队守卫。
麦克默多放下报纸,点起烟斗,但手臂由于昨晚的灼伤,不觉有些颤动。此时外面有人敲门,房东太太给他送来一封便笺,说是一个小孩刚刚送到的。信上没有署名,上面写着:
“我有事要和您谈一谈,但不能到您府上来。您可在米勒山上旗杆旁找到我。如您现在肯来,我有要事相告。”
麦克默多十分惊奇地把信读了两遍,他想不出写信的人是谁,或有什么用意。如果这出于一个女人之手,他可以设想,这或许是某些奇遇的开端,他过去生活中对此也岂不生疏。可是这是一个男人的手笔,此人似乎还受过良好教育。麦克默多踌躇了一会儿,最后决定去看个明白。
米勒山是镇中心一座荒凉的公园。夏季这里是人们常游之地,但在冬季却异常荒凉。从山顶上俯瞰下去,不仅可以尽览全镇污秽零乱的情景,而且可看到蜿蜒而下的山谷;山谷两旁是疏疏落落的矿山和工厂,附近积雪已被染污了;此外还可观赏那林木茂密的山坡和白雪覆盖的山顶。
麦克默多沿着长青树丛中蜿蜒的小径,漫步走到一家冷落的饭馆前,这里在夏季是娱乐的中心。旁边是一棵光秃秃的旗杆,旗杆下有一个人,帽子戴得很低,大衣领子竖起来。这个人回过头来,麦克默多认出他是莫里斯兄弟,就是昨晚惹怒身主的那个人,两人相见,交换了会里的暗语。
“我想和您谈一谈,麦克默多先生,"老人显得进退两难,踌躇不决地说道,“难得您赏光前来。”
“你为什么信上不署名呢?”
“谁也不能不小心谨慎,先生。人们不知道什么时候会招来祸事,也不知道谁是可以信任的,谁是不可信任的。”
“当然谁也可以信任会中弟兄。”
“不,不,不一定,"莫里斯情绪激昂地大声说道,“我们说的什么,甚至想的什么,似乎都可以传到麦金蒂那里。”
“喂!"麦克默多厉声说道,“你知道,我昨晚刚刚宣誓要忠于我们的身主。你是不是要让我背叛我的誓言?”
“如果你这样想,"莫里斯满面愁容地说道,“我只能说,我很抱歉,让你白跑一趟来和我见面了。两个自由公民不能交谈心里话,这岂不是太糟糕了么!”
麦克默多仔细地观察着对方,稍微解除了一点顾虑,说道:“当然,我说这话只是为我自己着想的。你知道,我是一个新来的人,我对这里的一切都是生疏的。就我来说,是没有发言权的,莫里斯先生。如果你有什么话要对我讲,我将洗耳恭听。”
“然后去报告首领麦金蒂!"莫里斯悲痛地说道。
“那你可真冤枉我了,"麦克默多叫道,“从我自己来说,我对会党忠心,所以我就对你直说了。可是假如我把你对我推心置腹讲的话说给别人听,那我就是一个卑鄙的奴才了。不过,我要警告你,你不要指望得到我的帮助或同情。”
“我并不指望求得帮助或同情,"莫里斯说道,“我对你说这些话,就已经把性命放在你手心里了。不过,虽然你够坏的了——昨晚我觉得你会变成一个最坏的人,但毕竟你还是个新手,也不象他们那样的铁石心肠,这就是我想找你谈一谈的原因。”
“好,你要对我讲些什么?”
背景阅读
作者简介:
亚瑟·柯南·道尔(1859——1930)英国杰出的侦探小说家、剧作家。生于苏格兰爱丁堡,父亲是一位政府建工部的公务员。柯南·道尔自幼喜欢文学,中学时任校刊主编。毕业于爱丁堡医科大学,行医10余年,收入仅能维持生活。后专写侦探小说。《血字的研究》几经退稿才发表,以《四签名》闻名于世。1891年弃医从文,遂成侦探小说家。代表作有《波西米亚丑闻》《红发会》、《五个橘核》等。1894年决定停止写侦探小说,在《最后一案》中让福尔摩斯在激流中死去。不料广大读者对此极端愤慨,提出抗议。柯南道尔只得在《空屋》中让福尔摩斯死里逃生,又写出《巴斯克维尔的猎犬》、《恐怖谷》等侦探小说。塑造的福尔摩斯已成为世界上家喻户晓的人物。就连福尔摩斯的办公地点——伦敦贝克街221号B也成了旅游景点。
导言:
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阿瑟·柯南·道尔(Arthur Conan Doyle,1859—1930),英国著名侦探小说家、剧作家,现代侦探小说的奠基人之一,被誉为“英国侦探小说之父”。