4 An inspector calls

Chapter 4 An inspector calls Utterson agreed to let the issue of Hyde drop, but a few months later it thrust itself back into his life in a chilling manner. It was a blustery Wednesday night when Utterson was woken by a knock on his front door. He lit a candle and carried the flickering light to the entrance. A police inspector stood outside with a grim look on his face. "Mr. Utterson?" he asked. "I have a dark story to tell you."

第4章一个叫厄特森的巡查员同意不再提海德的问题，但几个月后，这个问题又以一种令人不寒而栗的方式闯入了他的生活。 那是一个刮大风的星期三晚上，厄特森被前门的敲门声吵醒了。 他点了一支蜡烛，把摇曳的烛光带到门口。 一个警官站在外面，一脸严肃。 “厄特森先生？”他问。“我要告诉你一个黑暗的故事。”

Utterson lit a fire, as the inspector sat down and began his tale. "It began across London," the inspector said, "as a maidservant looked out of her window before she slept. She saw an elderly gentleman who had lost his way in the night. The maid was about to offer directions, when another fellow came towards him, a man she describes as short and hunched."

厄特森生了一堆火，探长坐下来，开始讲他的故事。 “整个伦敦都是这样，”巡查员说，“一个女仆在睡觉前向窗外望去。 她看见一位上了年纪的绅士在夜间迷路了。 女仆正要指路，这时另一个人向他走来，据她描述，那个人身材矮小，驼背。”

A shiver ran down Utterson's spine. "Go on," he said. "Well," the inspector continued, "all of a sudden this fellow broke into a rage. He struck the old man to the ground, and rained blows upon him with his cane. At the sight of such a terrible thing, the poor maid fainted." "And the old man?" "He is dead," the inspector said. "It is murder, Mr. Utterson."

厄特森打了个寒噤。 “说下去，”他说。“嗯，”巡查员接着说，“这个家伙突然勃然大怒。 他把老人打倒在地，又用手杖抽打他。 看到这样可怕的事情，可怜的姑娘晕倒了。” “那老人呢？”“他死了，”探长说。 “这是谋杀，厄特森先生。”

The inspector reached into his coat pocket. He brought out the broken end of a walking cane. "Do you recognize this?" he asked. Utterson did. It was a cane he gave to Henry Jekyll years ago. Inscribed on the handle was a message: To Henry, from your friend Gabriel Utterson. "So you see why I have come to you," the inspector said. "This was the murderer's stick. Who is this man 'Henry'?" "It is Henry Jekyll." "Then he is our killer." "No," Utterson insisted, "Jekyll is a tall man. The maid described someone short. Inspector, I think I know the real name of the murderer. It is Edward Hyde, and I will gladly take you to his house."

检查员把手伸进大衣口袋。 他拿出一根断了的手杖。 “你认得这个吗？”他问。 Utterson。那是他多年前送给亨利·杰基尔的手杖。 把手上刻着一句话：送给亨利，你的朋友盖伯瑞尔·厄特森。 “现在你明白我为什么来找你了吧，”巡查员说。 “这是凶手的手杖。 ‘亨利’这个人是谁？”“是亨利·杰基尔。” “那么他就是我们要找的凶手。”“不，”厄特森坚持说，“杰基尔是个高个子。 女仆描述了一个矮个子。 探长，我想我知道凶手的真名了。 这是爱德华·海德，我很乐意带你去他家。”

The hunt was on. The inspector marched behind Utterson as the first glimmers of daylight lit the empty streets. Soon, they arrived in that dismal district, and at that decrepit door. Hyde's door. The inspector pounded on it with his fist. "Edward Hyde!" he called. "I demand to speak to you." No reply. The door creaked open on its rusty hinges. Utterson stepped back, happy to let the inspector lead the way inside.

狩猎开始了。当第一缕晨光照亮空荡荡的街道时，巡官走在厄特森身后。 不久，他们来到了那个阴暗的地方，来到了那扇破旧的门前。 海德的门。检查员用拳头猛击它。 “爱德华·海德！”“我要求和你谈谈。” 无回复。门在生锈的铰链上吱吱作响地开了。 厄特森往后退了一步，很高兴让探长领着他进去。