英文原版

"If you give me away, may a curse be on you!"
"Sure, I said I would not."
"I would ask you, then, when you joined the Freeman's society in Chicago and swore vows of charity and fidelity, did ever it cross your mind that you might find it would lead you to crime?"
"If you call it crime," McMurdo answered.
"Call it crime!" cried Morris, his voice vibrating with passion. "You have seen little of it if you can call it anything else. Was it crime last night when a man old enough to be your father was beaten till the blood dripped from his white hairs? Was that crime--or what else would you call it?"
"There are some would say it was war," said McMurdo, "a war of two classes with all in, so that each struck as best it could."
"Well, did you think of such a thing when you joined the Freeman's society at Chicago?"
"No, I'm bound to say I did not."
"Nor did I when I joined it at Philadelphia. It was just a benefit club and a meeting place for one's fellows. Then I heard of this place--curse the hour that the name first fell upon my ears!--and I came to better myself! My God! to better myself! My wife and three children came with me. I started a drygoods store on Market Square, and I prospered well. The word had gone round that I was a Freeman, and I was forced to join the local lodge, same as you did last night. I've the badge of shame on my forearm and something worse branded on my heart. I found that I was under the orders of a black villain and caught in a meshwork of crime. What could I do? Every word I said to make things better was taken as treason, same as it was last night. I can't get away; for all I have in the world is in my store. If I leave the society, I know well that it means murder to me, and God knows what to my wife and children. Oh, man, it is awful--awful!" He put his hands to his face, and his body shook with convulsive sobs.
McMurdo shrugged his shoulders. "You were too soft for the job," said he. "You are the wrong sort for such work."
"I had a conscience and a religion; but they made me a criminal among them. I was chosen for a job. If I backed down I knew well what would come to me. Maybe I'm a coward. Maybe it's the thought of my poor little woman and the children that makes me one. Anyhow I went. I guess it will haunt me forever.
"It was a lonely house, twenty miles from here, over the range yonder. I was told off for the door, same as you were last night. They could not trust me with the job. The others went in. When they came out their hands were crimson to the wrists. As we turned away a child was screaming out of the house behind us. It was a boy of five who had seen his father murdered. I nearly fainted with the horror of it, and yet I had to keep a bold and smiling face; for well I knew that if I did not it would be out of my house that they would come next with their bloody hands and it would be my little Fred that would be screaming for his father.
"But I was a criminal then, part sharer in a murder, lost forever in this world, and lost also in the next. I am a good Catholic; but the priest would have no word with me when he heard I was a Scowrer, and I am excommunicated from my faith. That's how it stands with me. And I see you going down the same road, and I ask you what the end is to be. Are you ready to be a cold-blooded murderer also, or can we do anything to stop it?"
"What would you do?" asked McMurdo abruptly. "You would not inform?"
"God forbid!" cried Morris. "Sure, the very thought would cost me my life."
"That's well," said McMurdo. "I'm thinking that you are a weak man and that you make too much of the matter."
"Too much! Wait till you have lived here longer. Look down the valley! See the cloud of a hundred chimneys that overshadows it! I tell you that the cloud of murder hangs thicker and lower than that over the heads of the people. It is the Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself."
"Well, I'll let you know what I think when I have seen more," said McMurdo carelessly. "What is very clear is that you are not the man for the place, and that the sooner you sell out--if you only get a dime a dollar for what the business is worth--the better it will be for you. What you have said is safe with me; but, by Gar! if I thought you were an informer--"
"No, no!" cried Morris piteously.
“如果你出卖了我，你就要遭到报应！”
“当然，我说过我绝不出卖你。”
“那么，我问你，你在芝加哥加入自由人会，立誓要做到忠诚、博爱时，你心里想过它会把你引向犯罪道路吗？”
“假如你把它叫做犯罪的话，"麦克默多答道。
“叫做犯罪！"莫里斯喊道，他的声音激动得颤抖起来，“你已经看到一点犯罪事实了，你还能把它叫做什么别的？！昨天晚上，一个岁数大得可以做你父亲的老人被打得血染白发，这是不是犯罪？你把这叫做犯罪，还是把它叫做什么别的呢？”
“有些人会说这是一场斗争，"麦克默多说道，“是一场两个阶级之间的全力以赴的斗争，所以每一方尽量打击对方。”
“那么，你在芝加哥参加自由人会时，可曾想到这样的事吗？”
“没有，我担保没有想到过。”
“我在费城入会时，也没有想到过。只知道这是一个有益的会社和朋友们聚会的场所。后来我听人提到这个地方，我真恨死这个名字第一次传到我耳中的那一时刻了，我想到这里来使自己生活得好一些！天啊！使自己生活得好一些！我妻子和三个孩子随我一起来了。我在市场开了一家绸布店，颇有盈利。我是一个自由人会会员，这件事很快就传开了。后来我被迫象你昨晚那样，加入当地的分会。我的胳膊上烙下了这个耻辱的标记，而心里却打上了更加丑恶的烙印。我发觉我已经受一个奸邪的恶棍指挥控制，并陷入一个犯罪网里。我可怎么办呢？我想把事情做得善良些，可是只要我一说话，他们便象昨晚一样，说我是叛逆。我在世上所有的一切，都在绸布店里，我也不能远走他方。如果我要脱离这个社团，我知道得很清楚，我一定会被谋害，上帝知道我的妻子儿女会怎么样？噢，朋友，这简直可怕，太可怕了！"他双手掩面，身体不住地颤动，抽抽噎噎地啜泣起来。
麦克默多耸了耸肩，说道：“做这种事，你心肠太软了，你不适合干这样的事。”
“我的良心和信仰还没有丧失，可是他们使我成为他们这伙罪犯中间的一个。他们选中我去做一件事，如果我退缩，我很清楚，我会遭到什么下场。也许我是一个胆小鬼，也许是我想到我那可怜的小女人和孩子们，无论怎么说，反正我是去了。我想这件事会永远压在我心里的。
“这是山那边一所孤零零的房子，离这里有二十英里。象你昨天那样，他们让我守住门口。干这种事，他们还不相信我。其他的人都进去了。他们出来时，双手都沾满了鲜血。正当我们离开时，一个小孩从房内跑出来跟在我们后面哭叫着。这是一个五岁的孩子，亲眼看到他父亲遇害。我吓得几乎昏厥过去，可是我不得不装出勇敢的样子，摆出一副笑脸来。因为我很明白，如果我不这样，同样的事就要出在我的家里，他们下次就会双手沾满鲜血从我家里出来，我的小弗雷德就要哭叫他的父亲了。
“可是我已经是一个犯罪的人了，是一个谋杀案的胁从犯，在这个世界上永远被遗弃，在下世也难超生。我是一个善良的天主教徒。可是神父要听说我是一个死酷党人，也不会为我祈祷了，我已经背弃了宗教信仰。这就是我所经受的。我看你也正在走这条路，我问你，将来会有什么样的结局呢？你是准备做一个嗜血杀人犯呢，还是我们去设法阻止它呢？”
“你要怎样做呢？"麦克默多突然问道，"你不会去告密吧？”
“但愿不要发生这样的事！"莫里斯大声说道，“当然，就是这样一想，我的性命也就难保了。”
“那好，"麦克默多说道，“我想你是一个胆小的人，所以你把这件事也看得太严重了。”
“太严重！等你在这里住得时间长一些再瞧。看看这座山谷！看看这座被上百个烟囱冒出的浓烟笼罩住了的山谷！我告诉你，这杀人行凶的阴云比那笼罩在人民的头上的烟云还要低回、浓厚。这是一个恐怖谷，死亡谷。从早到晚，人们心里都惊惶不安。等着瞧吧，年轻人，你自己会弄清楚的。”
“好，等我了解得多了，我会把想法告诉你的，"麦克默多漫不经心地说道，“很清楚，你不适于住在这里，你最好早些转售你的产业，这对你会有好处的。你对我所说的话，请放心，我不会说出去。可是，皇天在上，如果我发现你是一个告密的人，那可就……”
“不，不！"莫里斯令人可怜地叫道。

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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：

《百年孤独》内容复杂，人物众多，情节离奇，手法新颖。马尔克斯在书中溶汇了南美洲特有的五彩缤纷的文化。他通过描写小镇马孔多的产生、兴盛到衰落、消亡，表现了拉丁美洲令人惊异的疯狂历史。小说以“汇集了不可思议的奇迹和最纯粹的现实生活”荣获1982年诺贝尔文学奖。

伯尔斯通庄园的主人不幸惨遭杀害，死状奇惨无比，头颅几乎被枪击得粉碎，四周血肉模糊，惨不忍睹！尸体旁边留有卡片，上面潦草地写着“V.V.341”的字样。这令案子更为扑朔迷离：这张卡片难道是凶手留下来的吗？它代表什么意义？“恐怖谷”曾令道格拉斯惴惴不安。“恐怖谷”究竟是个怎样的地方？道格拉斯的死与“恐怖谷 ”又有什么关系？
福尔摩斯，侦探的代名词；没有他，就没有侦探文学和侦探文化——新星出版社倾力打造《福尔摩斯探案全集（图注本）》，根据公认最权威英译本重新翻译，配以五百幅原版配图、两千余条专业学者注释、五十余篇延伸阅读、六十篇注释笔记，为中国福迷铸就世界上最权威、最经典的福尔摩斯探案全录。
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”。