Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7 "Amy! Let's go!" Dan screamed. "No! The paper! We have to—" Amy pointed toward the pile of Cahill relatives flailing about on the stage. She looked like she was about to leap into the battle. Dan grabbed her arm. Now she was fighting him. How was he supposed to play this? "Let's just go plan our strategy," he said, in case any of the others could hear him. Amy flashed him a baffled look. He winked at her. Now Amy seemed completely confused. Dan looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching, then pulled her behind the stage curtain. "Dan, what are you doing?" Amy asked. "We've got to stay and fight—"

第七章“艾美！我们走吧!”丹尖叫。 “不!纸!我们必须——”艾美指着舞台上一堆卡希尔家的亲戚。 她看起来像是要投入战斗。 丹抓住她的胳膊。现在她在和他战斗。 他该怎么玩这个？ “我们去计划一下我们的策略吧。”他说，以免其他人听到他的话。 艾米困惑地看了他一眼。 他对她使了个眼色。现在艾米似乎完全糊涂了。 丹迅速环顾四周，确定没有人在看，然后把她拉到舞台幕布后面。 “丹，你在干什么？”艾米问。 “我们必须留下来战斗——”

Dan whispered in her ear, "No, we don't. I kept part of the paper!" Amy jerked away, stared at him, and then pulled Dan deeper into the backstage area, farther from the other relatives. They ducked into a dimly lit room marked PROPS. Amy locked the door behind them. "We should be safe here," she whispered. "Now, tell me— what do you mean?" "When Ned and Ted tied me to the balcony, I made sure I had both hands behind my back," Dan said. "I knew they wouldn't let me keep the paper, so I started tearing pieces off and stuffing them in my pockets." "Dan— maybe that was a priceless document!" Amy protested. "Maybe it was an original page written by Shakespeare!" "And maybe I got enough of it that we can figure out the next lead!" Dan countered. Amy stopped arguing. Dan began pulling shreds of paper out of his pocket. "Well, it's not an original written by

丹在她耳边轻声说：“不，我们没有。 我留下了一部分报纸！”艾米猛地走开，盯着他，然后把丹拉到后台更深的地方，离其他亲戚更远。 他们躲进一个灯光昏暗的房间，上面写着PROPS。 艾米在他们身后锁上了门。 “我们在这里应该很安全。”她低声说。 “现在，告诉我——你是什么意思？”丹说：“当内德和泰德把我绑在阳台上时，我确保双手放在背后。” “我知道他们不会让我留着这张纸，所以我开始撕下几张，塞进口袋里。” “丹——也许那是一份无价的文件！”艾米抗议。 “也许这是莎士比亚原创的一页！”“也许我有足够的信息，我们可以找出下一个线索！”丹反驳道。 艾米停止了争吵。丹开始从口袋里掏出纸片。 "好吧，它不是由

Shakespeare— unless he used a typewriter," Dan said, smoothing out the first one. Amy seemed to relax a little. "Shouldn't we wait and look at this outside?" Dan asked. "No— we've got to see if you have enough or if we'll need to go back and fight," Amy said. It was so obvious that she was trying to be brave, battling the instinct to run. The swords and armor lining the wall cast scary shadows across her face. Dan quickly began assembling scraps. When they'd put everything they could together, Dan's piece of the page read: "I tore off pieces from the top and the bottom

莎士比亚——除非他用打字机。”丹说着，把第一个字擦掉。 艾米似乎放松了一点。 “我们不应该在外面等着看吗？”丹问道。 “不——我们得看看你的钱够不够，还是我们需要回去打仗。”艾米说。 很明显，她在努力表现得勇敢，与想逃跑的本能作斗争。 墙上的剑和盔甲在她脸上投下可怕的阴影。 丹很快开始组装残羹剩饭。 当他们把所有的东西拼在一起时，丹的那一页上写着：“我从上到下都撕了下来

both," Dan said apologetically. "Because I started thinking about how, with a lead, usually the stuff at the bottom is the most important, and since I'd never looked at the paper, I didn't really know which way was up." He touched the solitary "b" in the last line. "Sorry I didn't get the whole word there. You probably could have solved it then." "I can solve it anyway!" Amy said. She beamed at him. "You can?" Dan asked. "Because guess where William Shakespeare was born?" Amy asked. "I don't know, but I bet you're going to tell me," Dan said. "Stratford-upon-Avon, there," Amy said, touching the words as she spoke them. "So you think that one missing word in the last line is born," Dan said. Something like dread began to creep over him. "Oh, no, don't tell me—" "That's right, even though it was five hundred years ago, the house where Shakespeare was born is still there," Amy said. "And we're going to go

都有。”丹抱歉地说。 “因为我开始思考，有了线索，通常底部的东西是最重要的，因为我从来没有看过报纸，所以我真的不知道哪条路是向上的。” 他摸了摸最后一行孤零零的“b”。 “对不起，我没有把整个词都说出来。 你当时可能已经解决了。” “反正我能解决！”艾米说。 她对他微笑。“可以吗?”丹问道。 “因为你猜威廉·莎士比亚出生在哪里？”艾米问。 “我不知道，但我打赌你会告诉我的，”丹说。 “在那儿，埃文河畔的斯特拉特福。”艾美边说边摸着字。 丹说：“所以你认为最后一行缺少的那个词是天生的。” 一种类似恐惧的东西开始爬上他的心头。 “哦，不，别告诉我——”“对了，尽管是五百年前的事了，莎士比亚出生的房子还在那里，”艾米说。 “我们要走了

see it!" Alistair Oh hobbled into the Tate Modern museum of art. Alistair was no fan of modern art— in his opinion, it was proof that the Janus branch of the Cahills had gone insane. But the museum was practically next door to the Globe Theatre, and right now it was a good place to hide. Nobody would expect him to come here. Alistair tried to walk with his usual dignity, but that was difficult when the pocket of his cream- colored jacket flapped loose and he had blood caked on his cheek from the all-out family battle at the Globe. And— was that mud in his hair? All that, and he still hadn't emerged with even one scrap of the paper. I'm too old for this, he thought, even though his uncle, Bae Oh, was much older and still every bit as obsessed with the Clue hunt as Alistair. Alistair ducked into a dark, empty alcove, which turned out to be a tiny screening room. Lunacy, Alistair thought. People nowadays think video is art?

看到它!”阿利斯泰尔·吴步履蹒跚地走进泰特现代艺术博物馆。 阿利斯泰尔不是现代艺术的粉丝——在他看来，这证明了卡希尔的Janus分支已经疯了。 但博物馆实际上就在环球剧院的隔壁，现在它是一个藏身的好地方。 没人料到他会来这里。 阿利斯泰尔试图以他一贯的尊严走路，但这很困难，因为他的奶油色夹克的口袋松了，他的脸颊上有血块，这是家庭在环球剧院全力战斗的结果。 他头发上有泥吗？ 做了这么多，他却连一张纸都没拿出来。 我年纪太大了，他想，尽管他的叔叔裴·吴比他大得多，但他仍然像阿利斯泰尔一样痴迷于寻找线索。 阿利斯泰尔躲进了一个黑暗、空旷的壁龛，原来那是一个小小的放映室。 疯了，阿利斯泰尔想。现在人们认为录像是艺术？

He eased himself down onto a bench and thought longingly of the museum his branch, the Ekats, had proudly maintained at their stronghold in Egypt. He'd always hoped that his own genius inventions would one day hold a place of honor there, amazing all visitors. But he'd been so focused on finding Clues over the years that all he'd ever really invented was the microwavable burrito. And, like so much else, many Ekat treasures from the museum had been stolen or destroyed during the Clue hunt. Treasures destroyed, hopes destroyed, lives destroyed… does it ever end? he wondered, as images flickered and died on the wall before him. The juxtaposition of three words— hopes, lives, destroyed— brought a flash to his mind of the lively, charming Hope Cahill, murdered years ago. Amy looked more and more like her every time he saw her. I didn't kill Hope, Alistair thought reflexively, as he'd been thinking for the past seven years. This time there was an echo to the thought: I'm still to blame….

他放松地坐在长凳上，渴望地想起他的分支埃卡特家族在埃及的据点骄傲地维护着的博物馆。 他一直希望自己的天才发明有一天能在那里占有一席之地，让所有的参观者惊叹不已。 但这些年来，他一直专注于寻找线索，所以他真正发明的只有微波卷饼。 而且，像许多其他东西一样，博物馆里的许多Ekat宝藏在寻找线索的过程中被盗或被毁。 宝藏被毁，希望被毁，生命被毁……这一切会结束吗？ 他在想，眼前墙上的影像忽闪忽灭。 希望、生命、毁灭这三个词并列在一起，使他想起了多年前被谋杀的活泼、迷人的霍普·卡希尔。 每次他见到艾米，她都越来越像她了。 我没有杀霍普，阿利斯泰尔本能地想，就像他过去七年一直在想的那样。 这一次，这个想法得到了回应：我仍然应该受到谴责....