Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Dink stared at Mr. Linkletter. "No answer? Are you sure?" Mr. Linkletter nodded. He looked puzzled. "Perhaps he's resting and doesn't want to be disturbed." "Can we go up and see?" Ruth Rose smiled sweetly at Mr. Linkletter. "Then we'd know for sure."

丁克盯着林克莱特先生。 “不回答?你确定吗?”林克莱特点点头。 他看起来很困惑。“也许他在休息，不想被打扰。” “我们能上去看看吗?”露丝·罗斯对林克莱特先生甜甜地笑了笑。 “那我们就能确定了。”

Mr. Linkletter shook his head. "We cannot disturb our guests, young miss. We have rules at the Shangri-la. Now good day and thank you." Ruth Rose opened her mouth. "But, Mis—" "Good day," Mr. Linkletter said firmly again. Dink and the others walked toward the door. "Something smells fishy," muttered Dink. "Yeah," Josh said, "and I think it's that Linkletter guy. See how he tried to hide the register? Then he turned his back. Maybe he didn't even call Room 303. Maybe he was warning his partners in crime!" "What are you suggesting, Josh?" Mavis asked. "Maybe Mr. Linkletter is the kidnapper," Josh said. "He was the last one to see Wallis Wallace." A man wearing a red cap tapped Dink on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but I overheard you talking to my boss, Mr. Linkletter. Maybe I can help you find Wallis Wallace. My kids love his books." "Great!" Dink said. "Can you get us into his room?" The man shook his head. "No, but I know the maid who cleaned the third-floor rooms this morning. Maybe she noticed something."

林克莱特摇了摇头。 “小姐，我们不能打扰客人。 我们在香格里拉有规矩。 好了，再见，谢谢你。” 露丝·罗斯张开了嘴。 “可是，小姐——”“日安，”林克莱特先生又坚定地说。 丁克和其他人朝门口走去。 “什么东西闻起来很可疑。”丁克喃喃地说。 “是的，”乔希说，“我想是那个叫Linkletter的家伙。 看到他是怎么把收银机藏起来的了吗? 然后他转过身去。也许他根本没给303房打电话。 也许他是在警告他的同伙!”“你在建议什么，乔希?”画眉鸟类问道。 “也许林克莱特先生就是绑架者，”乔希说。 “他是最后一个见到沃利斯·华莱士的人。” 一个戴着红帽子的人拍了拍丁克的肩膀。 “不好意思，我无意中听到你和我老板林克莱特先生的谈话。 也许我能帮你找到沃利斯·华莱士。 我的孩子们喜欢他的书。”“太好了!”丁克说。 “你能带我们进他的房间吗?”那人摇了摇头。 “不认识，但我认识今天早上打扫三楼房间的女佣。 也许她注意到了什么。”

With his back to Mr. Linkletter, the man scribbled a few words on a pad and handed the page to Dink. "Good luck!" the man whispered, and hurried away. "What'd he write?" Josh asked. "Outside," Dink said. They all shoved through the revolving door. In front of the hotel, Dink looked at the piece of paper. "The maid's name is Olivia Nugent. She lives at the Acorn Apartments, Number Four." "Livvy Nugent? I know her!" Ruth Rose said. "She used to be my babysitter." "The Acorn is right around the corner on Oak Street," Dink said. "Let's go!" Soon all four were standing in front of Livvy Nugent's door. She answered it with a baby in her arms. Another little kid held on to her leg and stared at Dink and the others. He had peanut butter all over his face and in his hair. "Hi," the boy's mother said. "I'm not buying any cookies and I already get the Green Lawn Gazette." She was wearing a man's blue shirt and jeans. Her brown hair stuck out from under a Yankees baseball cap. "Livvy it's me!" Ruth Rose said.

那人背对着林克莱特先生，在便笺簿上草草写了几个字，然后把那页纸递给了丁克。 “祝你好运!”那人低声说，然后匆匆走开了。 “他写了什么?”杰克问。 “在外面，”丁克说。他们都挤进了旋转门。 在旅馆门前，丁克看了看那张纸。 “女仆叫奥利维亚·纽金特。 她住在橡果公寓4号。” “Livvy纽金特?我认识她!”露丝·罗斯说。 “她以前是我的保姆。” “橡子店就在橡树街的拐角处，”丁克说。 “我们走吧!”很快，四个人都站在了李维·纽金特的门前。 她抱着一个婴儿回答。 另一个小孩抓住她的腿，盯着丁克和其他人。 他脸上和头发上都是花生酱。 “嗨，”男孩的妈妈说。 “我不买饼干，我已经拿到《绿草坪公报》了。” 她穿着一件男士的蓝色衬衫和牛仔裤。 她的棕色头发从一顶洋基队棒球帽下伸出来。 “利维，是我!”露丝·罗斯说。

Olivia stared at Ruth Rose, then broke into a grin. "Ruth Rose, you're so big! What are you up to these days?" "A man at the hotel gave us your name." "What man?" "He was sort of old, wearing a red cap," Dink said. Livvy chuckled. "Freddy old? He's only thirty! So why did he send you to see me?" "He told us you cleaned the rooms on the third floor this morning," Dink said. "Did you clean Room 303?" Livvy Nugent shifted the baby to her other arm. "Randy please stop pulling on Mommy's leg. Why don't you go finish your lunch?" Randy ran back into the apartment. "No," Livvy told Dink. "Nobody slept in that room. The bed was still made this morning. The towels were still clean and dry. I remember because there were two rooms in a row that I didn't have to clean—303 and 302. Room 302 had a Do Not Disturb sign hanging on the doorknob. nkledc. So I came home early, paid off the baby-sitter, and made our lunches."

奥利维亚盯着露丝·罗斯，笑了起来。 “露丝·罗斯，你太大了!”你最近在忙什么?”“旅馆里的一个人告诉了我们你的名字。” “什么人?”“他有点老了，戴着一顶红帽子，”丁克说。 Livvy咯咯地笑了。“弗雷迪老吗? 他才三十岁!那他为什么派你来见我呢?”“他告诉我们你今天早上打扫了三楼的房间，”丁克说。 “你打扫303房间了吗?”莉薇·纽金特把孩子挪到另一只胳膊上。 “兰迪，请不要拉妈妈的腿。 你为什么不去吃完你的午餐呢?”兰迪跑回公寓。 “不，”李维告诉丁克。“那个房间没人睡。 今天早上床还铺着。 毛巾仍然干净干燥。 我记得是因为有两个房间是我不需要打扫的303和302。 302房间的门把手上挂着“请勿打扰”的牌子。 所以我很早就回家了，付了保姆的钱，然后给我们做午餐。”

"But Mr. Linkletter told us Wallis Wallace checked into Room 303 last night," Ruth Rose said. "Not the Wallis Wallace? The mystery writer? My kid sister devours his books!" Dink nodded. "He was supposed to sign books at the Book Nook this morning. But he never showed up!" "We even saw his signature on the hotel register," Ruth Rose said.

“但是林克莱特先生告诉我们沃利斯·华莱士昨晚住进了303房间，”露丝·罗斯说。 “不是沃利斯·华莱士吗?”推理小说作家? 我妹妹把他的书吃光了!”丁克点点头。 “今天早上他应该在Book Nook签售。 但是他一直没有出现!”“我们甚至在酒店登记簿上看到了他的签名，”露丝·罗斯说。

"Well, Wallis Wallace might have signed in, but he never slept in that room." Livvy grinned. "Unless he's a ghost." "I wonder if Mr. Linkletter could have made a mistake about the room number," Mavis suggested quietly. Livvy smiled at Mavis. "You must not be from around here. Mr. Linkletter never makes mistakes." "So Wallis Wallace signed in, but he didn't sleep in his room," said Dink. "That means…" "Someone must have kidnapped him before he went to bed!" Josh said. Livvy's eyes bugged. "Kidnapped! Geez, Mr. Linkletter will have a fit." She imitated his voice. "We have rules about kidnappings at the Shangrila!" Everyone except Dink laughed. All he could think about was Wallis Wallace, his favorite author, kidnapped. Suddenly a crash came from inside the apartment. "Oops, gotta run," Livvy said. "Randy is playing bulldozer with his baby sister's stroller again. I hope you find Wallis Wallace. My kid sister will die if he doesn't write another book!"

“嗯，沃利斯·华莱士也许签到过，但他从来没有在那个房间里睡过。” Livvy咧嘴一笑。“除非他是鬼。” “我想知道林克莱特先生是不是把房间号记错了，”梅维斯平静地建议道。 利维对梅维斯笑了笑。“你一定不是本地人。 林克莱特先生从不犯错。” “所以沃利斯·华莱士登记入住，但他没有睡在自己的房间里，”丁克说。 “一定是有人在他睡觉前绑架了他!”杰克说。 李薇的眼睛冒泡了。“绑架了!天哪，林克莱特先生要发飙了。” 她模仿他的声音。“我们在香格里拉有关于绑架的规定!”除了丁克，每个人都笑了。 他满脑子想的都是沃利斯·华莱士，他最喜欢的作家被绑架了。 突然，公寓里传来一声撞击声。 “哎呀，我得走了。” 兰迪又在用他妹妹的婴儿车玩推土机了。 我希望你能找到沃利斯·华莱士。 如果他不再写一本书，我妹妹会死的!”