Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3 When it came to hotels, bigger didn't always mean better — but their room at the Franz Josef was barely a closet. On the other hand, it was affordable, and Nellie pronounced it clean. "I still say we should have stayed at the Hotel Wiener," Dan complained. "It's pronounced Vee-ner," Nellie corrected. "And it means anyone who lives in Vienna — like Bostonians are from Boston." "It's still funny," Dan insisted. "I'm going to go over there and see if I can get one of their signs for my collection." "We don't have time for that," Amy barked, setting Saladin down. The cat immediately began exploring the room, as if he thought there might be fresh snapper hidden somewhere. "We made it to Vienna, but we still have no idea what to do."

说到酒店，大并不总是意味着好——但他们在弗朗茨约瑟夫酒店的房间几乎没有一个壁橱。 另一方面，它是负担得起的，内莉说它是干净的。 “我还是觉得我们应该住在维也纳旅馆，”丹抱怨道。 “读作Vee-ner，”内莉纠正道。 “这意味着任何住在维也纳的人，比如波士顿人都来自波士顿。” “还是很有趣，”丹坚持说。 “我要去那里，看看能不能买到他们的招牌作为我的收藏。” “我们没时间了。”艾米吼道，放下萨拉丁。 猫立刻开始在房间里搜寻，好像它觉得可能有新鲜的鲷鱼藏在什么地方。 “我们来到了维也纳，但我们仍然不知道该做什么。”

Dan unzipped Nellie's duffel and removed his laptop computer. "You can stare at musical notes until your eyes bug out," he said, plugging in the 220 adapter and powering up. "If the answer's anywhere, it's online." Amy was disgusted. "You think you can Google the solution to all the world's problems." "No, but I can Google Mozart." His eyes widened. "Wow — thirty-six million hits! Look at this one — Mozart, the most famous Wiener of all time. I'll bet the Oscar Mayer people would give them an argument about that." "I'm pretty sure it's my job to tell you to grow up," Nellie said absently, gazing out the window. "You know, Vienna is a really beautiful city. Look at the architecture — I'll bet some of those buildings date back to the thirteenth century!" Amy pointed. "I think that's the tower of St. Stephen's cathedral. It must be as tall as an office building back in the US!" Everywhere, gargoyles and elaborate carvings decorated stone facades, and gold leaf accents gleamed in the sunlight. Beyond the nearest

丹拉开奈莉的行李袋拉链，取出他的笔记本电脑。 “你可以盯着音符看，直到眼睛发昏，”他说着，插上220适配器，上了电。 “如果答案在任何地方，那就是网络。” 艾米感到厌恶。“你以为你能找到解决世界上所有问题的办法。” “不，但是我可以听莫扎特的音乐。” 他睁大了眼睛。“哇——三千六百万点击！”看看这个——莫扎特，有史以来最著名的维也纳香肠。 我敢打赌奥斯卡·梅尔（Oscar Mayer）的人会为此跟他们争论一番。” “我敢肯定，告诉你长大是我的职责，”内莉心不在焉地说，凝视着窗外。 “你知道，维也纳是一个非常美丽的城市。 看看这些建筑——我敢打赌有些建筑可以追溯到13世纪！”艾米指出。 “我想那是圣塔。 斯蒂芬大教堂。它一定和美国的办公楼一样高！”到处都有石像鬼和精美的雕刻装饰着石头外墙，金箔在阳光下闪闪发光。 在最近的地方之外

rooftops, a wide boulevard, the Ringstrasse, carried traffic and pedestrians to and fro. Dan noticed none of this, entirely focused on his web surfing. "Look, Amy. I copied all that dumb music over for nothing. The whole thing's on the Internet. What was that piece called again?" Amy rushed to his side and peered over his shoulder. "KV 617 — it was one of the last things Mozart wrote before he died … there it is!" Dan scanned the sheet music, his brow furrowing. "Yeah, this is it — sort of. It's the same until here—" He pointed. "But then—" Amy took out the napkin from the train and held it next to the screen. "It's different?" "Not really," Dan mused. "See? It starts up again over here. But these three lines are missing from the Internet version. Weird, huh? It's almost like the website left something out." "Or," breathed Amy, eyes dancing, "Mozart added three lines to the music he sent Ben Franklin in Paris! Dan — we could be looking at a secret message between two of the most famous

屋顶上，一条宽阔的林荫大道，环城大道，来往的车辆和行人来来往往。 丹没有注意到这些，他完全专注于上网。 “看,艾米。我免费复制了那些愚蠢的音乐。 整个事情都在网上。 那首曲子叫什么来着？”艾米冲到他身边，从他的肩膀上偷看。 “《千伏617》——这是莫扎特去世前写的最后几首曲子之一……就在这儿！”丹浏览乐谱，眉头紧锁。 “是的，差不多就是这样。 在这里之前都是一样的——”他指了指。 “但是——”艾米从火车上拿出餐巾，拿在屏幕旁边。 “这是不同?”“不见得，”丹若有所思地说。 “看到了吗?这里又开始了。 但这三句话在互联网版本中没有出现。 奇怪,是吧?就好像网站漏掉了什么东西。” “或者，”艾米喘着气说，眼睛在跳舞，“莫扎特在他寄给巴黎的本·富兰克林的音乐里加了三行！丹，我们看到的可能是两个最著名的人之间的秘密信息

people in history! These extra lines are the clue!" Dan was unimpressed. "What difference does that make? We still don't know what it's supposed to mean." Amy sighed anxiously. Her brother was immature and annoying. But perhaps his most unpleasant feature was the fact that he was usually right. Mozarthaus, at Domgasse 5, was a museum/library dedicated to the famous composer. Located in Mozart's only preserved Vienna home, it was a popular tourist attraction. Even at nine o'clock in the morning, visitors were queued up halfway down the block, waiting to get in. Dan was dismayed. "It's Mozart, not Disneyland! What are all these people doing here?" His sister rolled her eyes. "This is the actual apartment Mozart lived in. Maybe even the bed where he slept. The chair he sat in. The inkwell he used to write some of the greatest music ever

历史上的人！这些额外的台词就是线索！”丹不为所动。 “那有什么区别？” 我们仍然不知道它应该是什么意思。” 艾米焦急地叹了口气。她哥哥不成熟，令人讨厌。 但也许他最令人讨厌的特点是他总是对的。 位于Domgasse 5号的莫札塔乌斯是一座纪念这位著名作曲家的博物馆/图书馆。 它位于莫扎特唯一保存完好的维也纳故居，是一个受欢迎的旅游景点。 即使在早上9点，游客们也在半个街区排起了长队，等着进去。 丹很沮丧。“这里是莫扎特，不是迪斯尼乐园！”这些人在这里做什么？”他妹妹翻了个白眼。 “这是莫扎特真正住过的公寓。 甚至可能是他睡过的床。 他坐过的椅子。他曾经用这个墨水瓶写出了一些最伟大的音乐

composed." Dan made a face. "I'm standing in line to see a house full of old furniture?" "Yes, you are," she said firmly. "Until we understand the meaning of that clue, our job is to learn as much about Mozart as we possibly can. Who knows when we'll see something that might tell us what we're looking for?" "In a chair?" Dan said dubiously. "Maybe. Look — we know the Holts are on our trail, and I'll bet the rest of the competition can't be too far behind them. They're older than us, smarter than us, and richer than us. We can't let up for a second." It took forty minutes before they actually made it inside the door. Dan hadn't appreciated the wait, but now he was ready to admit that it had been the most interesting part of the tour. Shoulder to shoulder with obnoxious sightseers and fawning music lovers, they shuffled through the great composer's apartment, following a trail of velvet ropes. One Australian tourist became so emotional in the presence of the Maestro that he

由。”丹做了个鬼脸。 “我在排队看一所满是旧家具的房子？”“是的，你是，”她坚定地说。 “在我们理解这条线索的意义之前，我们的工作就是尽可能多地了解莫扎特。 谁知道什么时候我们会看到一些东西，可能会告诉我们我们在寻找什么？”“坐在椅子上？”丹怀疑地说。 “也许。听着，我们知道霍尔特队在追我们，我敢打赌其他的对手也不会落后他们太多。 他们比我们年长，比我们聪明，比我们富有。 我们一刻也不能放松。” 他们花了四十分钟才真正进了门。 丹不喜欢等待，但现在他准备承认这是这次旅行中最有趣的部分。 他们与令人讨厌的观光客和阿谀奉承的音乐爱好者肩并肩，沿着天鹅绒绳索的痕迹，慢悠悠地走过这位伟大作曲家的公寓。 一位澳大利亚游客在大师面前变得如此激动，以至于他

actually wept. "Don't cry, buddy. It'll be over soon," Dan murmured under his breath. Now if he could only make himself believe it. The Cahill kids were told not to touch anything in at least six different languages. Every security guard in the building took one look at Dan and immediately knew he was capable of trashing the place. With every ooh and aah from the Mozart-loving crowd, Dan's shoulders sagged a little lower. Amy was just as miserable, but for a different reason. Not knowing what you were looking for made a search all but impossible. She examined every expanse of white wall for coded markings until her head pounded and her eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets. But it soon became apparent that Mozarthaus was exactly what it seemed — a two-hundred-plus-year-old apartment that had been turned into a museum. What did we expect to find? she reflected glumly. A neon sign — Attention Cahills: Clue behind mirror? Nothing in life came that easily.

真的哭了。“别哭，伙计。 很快就会结束的。”丹低声咕哝着。 现在他要是能让自己相信就好了。 卡希尔家的孩子们被告知不要碰任何至少六种不同语言的东西。 大楼里的每个保安都看了丹一眼，立刻就知道他有能力把这里搞得一团糟。 随着喜爱莫扎特的人群发出的每一声欢呼，丹的肩膀都下垂了一些。 艾米也一样痛苦，但原因不同。 不知道你在找什么，搜索几乎是不可能的。 她仔细检查着每一大片白墙上的密码标记，直到她的头砰砰直响，眼睛都要从眼窝里跳出来。 但很快人们就发现，莫札塔索斯正是它看起来的样子——一幢200多年历史的公寓被改造成了一座博物馆。 我们期望发现什么？ 她闷闷不乐地想。一个霓虹灯标志-注意卡希尔斯：镜子后面的线索？ 生活中没有什么来得那么容易。