Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20 "We have got to stop meeting like this," purred Natalie Kabra behind her. Enraged, Dan made a run at Natalie. But Ian stepped from the shadows and grabbed him firmly around the midsection. "Not so fast, Danny Boy. I see you've recovered from your evening swim." He sniffed Dan's hair. "Well, not completely." "What do you want?" Dan challenged. Ian regarded him pityingly. "Are you kidding? Like it's a coincidence we're all here. Basically, it's like this: You're going to stand in front of my sister's dart gun while I entertain you with some music." Roughly, he thrust Dan against the wall and shoved Amy over beside him. Natalie faced them, holding them at gunpoint. "Don't worry," she promised with mock

“我们不能再这样见面了。”娜塔莉·卡布拉在她身后咕噜着。 丹被激怒了，向娜塔莉扑去。 但伊恩从阴影中走出来，紧紧抓住他的腹部。 “别着急，丹尼男孩。看来你从晚上游泳中恢复过来了。” 他嗅了嗅丹的头发。“嗯，不完全是。” “你想要什么？”丹的挑战。 伊恩同情地看着他。 “你在开玩笑吧？”就像我们都在这里是个巧合一样。 基本上是这样的：你站在我姐姐的飞镖枪前，我用音乐来娱乐你。” 他粗暴地把丹推到墙上，把艾米推到他旁边。 娜塔莉面对着他们，用枪指着他们。 “别担心，”她嘲弄地答应道

sweetness. "The dart won't kill you. But you'll wake up in a few hours with a nasty headache." "Again," added her brother. He stepped over the velvet rope and seated himself at the harpsichord, cracking his knuckles with a flourish. "You're bluffing!" Dan accused. "You don't even know what to play!" "I'm sure something will come to me," Ian said cheerfully. "Perhaps 'Three Blind Mice.' Or 'Pop Goes the Weasel.' Or maybe a little tune called KV 617." "How could you know about that?" Amy blurted. "You think you're so clever, but really, you're pathetic," Natalie scoffed. "We've been following you since the train station in Vienna. We've intercepted your computer's wireless signal. You downloaded this piece from the web, and we downloaded it from you." "I took the liberty of printing my own copy," Ian added, unfolding a page of sheet music and propping it in front of him. Amy and Dan exchanged a meaningful look. Ian

甜味。“飞镖不会杀死你的。 但过几个小时你就会醒来，头疼得厉害。” “又来了，”她哥哥补充说。 他跨过丝绒绳，坐在拨弦键琴旁，用力敲着指关节。 “你是虚张声势!”丹指责。 “你连弹什么都不知道！”“我肯定会有办法的，”伊恩高兴地说。 “也许是《三只瞎老鼠》。”或者《黄鼠狼爸爸去了》。或者是一首叫做KV 617的小调。” “你怎么知道的？”艾米脱口而出。 “你以为你很聪明，但实际上，你很可怜，”娜塔莉嘲笑道。 “从维也纳火车站开始，我们就一直在跟踪你。 我们截获了你电脑的无线信号。 你从网上下载了这篇文章，我们从你这里下载了它。” “我自作主张自己打印了一份，”伊恩接着说，展开一页乐谱，把它放在他面前。 艾米和丹意味深长地交换了一下眼色。 伊恩

and Natalie had no way of knowing that the Internet version of KV 617 was not the same as the Ben Franklin clue. Maybe all was not yet lost. Ian began to play. The metallic sound of the harpsichord reverberated through the tomblike room. It was much louder than Amy expected, and only a little out of tune. What a magnificent instrument! She craned her neck to watch Ian's long fingers dancing across the ivory keys. That was when she saw it — a tiny wire extending from underneath D above high C and disappearing into the burnished wood of the harpsichord. D above high C. Amy frowned. Why did that sound so familiar? And then a picture of it formed in her mind: D > HIC. Grace's note on the Nannerl pages! It's a warning! That D key is booby-trapped! The notion had barely crossed her mind when she heard the pitch of the music rise and saw Ian's right hand fluttering in the direction of the fateful D. Her reaction was so natural, so instantaneous,

娜塔莉也不知道网络版本的KV 617和本·富兰克林的线索不一样。 也许还没有失去一切。 伊恩开始玩。拨弦键琴的金属声回荡在坟墓般的房间里。 声音比艾美预期的大得多，只是有点跑调。 多么华丽的乐器啊！她伸长脖子，看着伊恩长长的手指在象牙色的琴键上跳舞。 就在那时，她看到了它——一根细细的金属丝从D音下面延伸到高C音上面，消失在拨弦键琴的光滑木头里。 故选c。 为什么听起来这么熟悉？ 然后，一幅画面在她的脑海中形成：D b> HIC。 格蕾丝在报纸上的留言！这是警告！那个D键是陷阱！这个念头刚闪过她的脑海，她就听到音乐的音调提高了，看到伊恩的右手朝那个决定命运的D的方向挥动。 她的反应是那么自然，那么迅速，

that she had no time to think about how foolish it was. With a cry of "Don't!" she leaped forward, bowling over Natalie. The gun discharged, but the dart missed and buried itself in the drapery. Amy was in full flight, determined to knock Ian off the stool before disaster struck. She was a split second too late. She plowed into Ian just as his finger caressed the booby-trapped key. BOOM! With a flash of flame, Mozart's harpsichord blew apart, tossing Amy and Ian ten feet clear. Amy tucked and rolled, emerging unhurt. Ian's head struck the marble floor. He lay there, out cold. Natalie scrambled to her feet and reached for the dart gun, but Dan was too quick for her. He snatched up the dart from the drapery behind him and flung it like a spear at his adversary. The point buried itself in her shoulder. She raised the weapon, woozily fighting the effects of the knockout formula. Dan braced for impact, knowing the next dart was coming for him. And

她没有时间去想这有多愚蠢。 她大叫一声：“不要！”跳上前去，从娜塔莉身上滚了过去。 枪开了火，但飞镖没有射中，钻进了布里。 艾米飞奔而去，决心在灾难降临之前把伊恩从凳子上撞下来。 她来得太迟了。 就在伊恩的手指抚摸着那把设了陷阱的钥匙时，她冲向了他。 繁荣!随着火焰的闪烁，莫扎特的羽管键琴炸开了，把艾米和伊恩抛到了十英尺外。 艾米蜷起身子，安然无恙地出来了。 伊恩的头撞在大理石地板上。 他躺在那里，不省人事。娜塔莉爬了起来，伸手去拿飞镖枪，但丹跑得太快了。 他从身后的布帘上抓起飞镖，像长矛一样朝对手扔去。 那点刺进了她的肩膀。 她举起武器，迷迷糊糊地抵抗着击倒配方的影响。 丹做好了迎接冲击的准备，他知道下一个飞镖会朝他飞来。 和

then Natalie's eyes rolled back in her head, and she dropped like a stone beside her brother. Dan ran to his sister. "Are you okay?" Amy crawled to the wreckage of the instrument. The woodwork was in smoldering pieces, but amazingly, the keyboard was intact. Both could now see a second set of wires, which disappeared into the floor. "Quick! The music!" Dan stared at her. "It's not going to play now. It's on fire." "Give it here!" She unfolded the napkin and began to press the keys. There was no sound except for a soft clicking. But she "played" on, following the notes exactly from the Ben Franklin clue. Suddenly, the floor began to shake beneath their feet. "Way to go, Amy!" cried Dan. "Now the whole building's coming down!" A section of marble one yard square dropped away on a hidden hinge. The Cahills crouched over the new opening it created. Before them, on

然后娜塔莉的眼睛在她的头上转了转，她像石头一样倒在她哥哥身边。 丹跑向他的妹妹。“你还好吗？”艾米爬到仪器的残骸旁。 木制品都烧焦了，但令人惊讶的是，键盘完好无损。 现在两人都能看到另一组电线，它消失在地板上。 “快!音乐!”丹盯着她。 “它现在不会玩了。 它着火了。”“给我！”她打开餐巾纸，开始按键盘。 除了轻微的咔哒声，什么声音也没有。 但她继续“演奏”，完全按照本·富兰克林的线索演奏。 突然，他们脚下的地板开始摇晃起来。 “干得好，艾米！”丹叫道。 “现在整栋楼都要塌了！”一块一码见方的大理石掉在一个隐蔽的铰链上。 卡希尔一家蹲在它创造的新开口上。 在他们之前，

a bed of black velvet, lay a pair of gleaming swords. "Samurai!" Dan said with reverence. He reached down, took hold of a golden hilt, and then stood up and brandished the weapon. "Samurai warriors carried two blades — one short and one long. These must be the short ones. Seriously cool." Amy drew out the other sword and examined the Japanese characters engraved in the metalwork. "I'll bet these are made with that special steel Mozart was interested in." Dan nodded. "But how can that be our clue? It has nothing to do with the stuff Grace wrote in those diary pages." "D above high C turned out to be the booby- trapped harpsichord key," Amy explained. "And gateau minus the music—" It came together in her mind. "Musical notes are also letters, remember? A, B, C, D, E, F, and G. If you take those out of the word gateau, you're left with … T-U." She looked puzzled. "It doesn't make sense." "Yes, it does!" Dan exploded. "It's the old chemical symbol for tungsten! That's the thing

黑天鹅绒的床上，放着一对闪闪发光的剑。 “武士!”丹敬畏地说。 他俯身抓住一把金色的剑柄，然后站起来挥舞着武器。 武士手持两把刀，一长一短。 这些一定是短的。 严重酷。”艾米抽出另一把剑，仔细看了看刻在金属制品上的日文。 “我敢打赌，这些是用莫扎特感兴趣的那种特殊钢材制成的。” 丹点了点头。“但这怎么可能是我们的线索呢？” 这和格蕾丝在日记里写的东西没有关系。” “高音C上面的D音原来是设了陷阱的拨弦键键，”艾米解释说。 “还有没有音乐的奶油蛋糕——”她的脑海里闪过这样的念头。 “音符也是字母，记得吗？” A， B， C， D， E， F和g。如果你把这些从单词gateau中去掉，你就剩下了……T-U。” 她看上去很困惑。“这说不通。” “是的，确实如此！”丹爆炸。 “这是钨的古老化学符号！”就是这样