Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8 Three pairs of eyes focused on the tall, straight- backed Asian man hurrying across the street, tapping along with his diamond-tipped walking stick. Alistair Oh, their Korean cousin, yet another competitor in the contest. "So much for us being ahead of the other teams," Dan observed. "He's probably not here for the clear mountain air," Nellie agreed. They watched as Uncle Alistair loped across the street and boarded a bus parked at the opposite curb. "Follow him," Amy said suddenly. "Let's see where he's going." Nellie made a highly illegal right turn from the left lane and fell into line behind the bus. She

三双眼睛盯着那个身材高大、腰板挺直的亚洲人，他快步穿过街道，手里拿着一根镶着钻石头的手杖。 阿利斯泰尔·吴，他们的韩国表亲，也是比赛的另一个竞争者。 丹说：“我们领先于其他球队已经够多了。” “他可能不是来这儿呼吸山上清新的空气的，”内莉同意道。 他们看着阿利斯泰尔叔叔大步穿过街道，登上停在对面路沿上的一辆公共汽车。 “跟着他。”艾米突然说。 “让我们看看他要去哪儿。” 内莉从左车道向右拐，这是极不合法的，于是就跟在公共汽车后面排队了。 她

waved gaily at the Salzburg drivers who were cursing and honking. "You know," mused Dan, "if we want to find out where he's going, why can't we just ask the guy? Don't we still have an alliance with him from Paris?" "Remember what Mr. McIntyre said," Amy countered. "Trust no one." "Maybe so. But Uncle Alistair sure saved our butts in the Catacombs." Amy was unimpressed. "Only because he had to help us to stop the Kabras. If there's one thing we ought to know by now, it's that Cahills have been fighting each other for centuries. He'd do anything to distract us from the thirty-nine clues." They followed the bus as it rattled over the Staatsbrucke — the bridge at the center of town. Passengers got on, but no one got off. The streets were crowded with cars and taxis, and throngs of sightseers were everywhere. A high school group stepped out in front of the Fiat, and the bus roared around a corner and out of view. "Don't lose them," Dan said urgently.

欢快地向咒骂和按喇叭的萨尔茨堡司机挥手致意。 “你知道，”丹若有所思地说，“如果我们想知道他要去哪里，为什么不直接问他呢？ 我们不是还和他在巴黎有同盟关系吗？”“记住麦金太尔先生说过的话，”艾米反驳道。 “不要相信任何人。”“也许是这样。 但阿利斯泰尔叔叔在地下墓穴里确实救了我们的命。” 艾米不为所动。“那是因为他必须帮助我们阻止卡布拉家族。 如果说有一件事我们现在应该知道的话，那就是卡希尔家族已经互相争斗了几个世纪。 为了分散我们对三十九条线索的注意力，他什么都干得出来。” 他们跟在公共汽车后面，车子嘎吱嘎吱地驶过位于镇中心的州桥。 乘客上了车，但没有人下车。 街道上挤满了汽车和出租车，到处都是成群的观光客。 一群高中学生走到菲亚特前面，汽车呼啸着转过拐角，消失在人们的视野之外。 “别把它们弄丢了。”丹急切地说。

At last, the road cleared, and the Fiat lurched off, Nellie shifting awkwardly. They jounced down a few narrow streets, but there was no sign of the bus. Amy pointed. "There!" The bus had left the grid of downtown streets and was roaring around the side of a hill. In a screech of gears, they set off in pursuit, picking up speed as the Fiat rounded the bend. They were so focused on the chase that they raced right past the stopped bus, which was disgorging passengers at an ancient stone gate. Amy peered at the collection of very old buildings topped with steeples and crosses. "A church?" Dan looked miserable. "Like Mozart wasn't boring enough." "The last church we were in wasn't boring," Amy reminded him. "We both nearly got killed." Nellie made a U-turn and pulled up a discreet distance behind the bus. "St. Peter's Archabbey," she translated, squinting at the wrought-iron sign. They could see Alistair's tall figure starting up

最后，道路畅通了，菲亚特摇摇晃晃地开走了，内莉笨拙地挪动着身子。 他们匆匆走过几条狭窄的街道，但没有公共汽车的踪影。 艾米指出。“有!”公共汽车离开了市中心的街道，在山坡上呼啸而过。 随着齿轮的吱吱声，他们开始追赶，在菲亚特转弯时加快了速度。 他们的注意力都集中在追逐上，以至于他们直接跑过了停在那里的公共汽车，那辆公共汽车正在一扇古老的石门前倾泻乘客。 艾米凝视着那一堆有着尖塔和十字架的古老建筑。 “一个教堂?”丹看起来很痛苦。 “好像莫扎特还不够无聊似的。” “我们上次去的教堂并不无聊，”艾米提醒他。 “我们俩都差点丧命。” 内莉掉头把车停在公共汽车后面一段距离的地方。 “圣彼得大教堂，”她翻译着，眯着眼睛看着那块锻铁招牌。 他们可以看到阿利斯泰尔高大的身影站了起来

the sloped path through the gate. Nellie frowned. "Do you think your clue could be in there?" "Alistair thinks it is," Amy decided. "We can't leave until we know one way or the other. Why don't you find a hotel and give Saladin a chance to recover from the trip?" The au pair looked reluctant. Dan spoke up. "The place is full of tourists. How dangerous can it be?" "All right," Nellie said finally. "I'll be back here in an hour. Try not to get yourselves killed." She drove off. They entered through the gate, and Amy chose an English brochure from the rack. "Wow," she breathed. "This place is more than thirteen hundred years old. The monastery was founded in 696, but they think the Romans were here even before that." "Romans?" Dan showed a stirring of interest. "Those Roman legions had some super-sweet fighting skills." "That's why you find Roman artifacts all over

穿过大门的斜坡小路。 内莉皱起了眉头。“你觉得你的线索会在里面吗？”“阿利斯泰尔认为是，”艾米决定道。 “在我们找到解决办法之前，我们不能离开。 你为什么不找家旅馆，让萨拉丁有机会从旅行中恢复过来呢？”互惠生看起来很不情愿。 丹大声说。“这个地方到处都是游客。 能有多危险呢？”“好吧，”耐莉最后说。 “我一小时后回来。 尽量别让自己送命。” 她开车走了。他们进了大门，艾美从架子上挑了一本英文小册子。 “哇，”她喘着气说。“这个地方有1300多年的历史了。 修道院建于696年，但他们认为罗马人在那之前就在这里了。” “罗马人吗?”丹表现出了浓厚的兴趣。 “那些罗马军团的战斗技巧超级棒。” “这就是为什么你会发现到处都是罗马文物

Europe," Amy explained. "Their armies were so powerful that they conquered most of the known world." "Unstoppable," Dan agreed. He frowned. "So why the church?" "That was built later, in the twelfth century — long after the Romans had gone. The oldest graves in the cemetery date back to around that time." "Cemetery?" Dan beamed. "This place is starting to grow on me!" They lay low until Uncle Alistair's tour group had filed into the main cathedral and then ducked through the arch that led to the graveyard. It was like no cemetery Dan had ever seen — overgrown with brush, the markers barely visible through the foliage. Instead of tombstones, the plots were represented by wrought-iron signposts with fancy old-fashioned script. "Reminds me of Aunt Beatrice's souvenir spoon collection," Dan mumbled to Amy. Her nose was still immersed in the brochure. All at once, she grabbed his wrist and squeezed hard enough to splinter bone. "Dan — it says the last

欧洲，”艾米解释道。“他们的军队如此强大，征服了已知世界的大部分地区。” “势不可挡，”丹同意道。 他皱起了眉头。“那为什么要去教堂？”“那是后来在12世纪建造的——在罗马人消失很久之后。 墓地里最古老的坟墓可以追溯到那个时候。” “墓地?”丹微笑。“我开始喜欢这个地方了！”他们躲了起来，直到阿利斯泰尔叔叔的旅游团鱼贯进入主教堂，然后穿过通往墓地的拱门。 丹从来没有见过这样的墓地——长满了灌木丛，树叶中几乎看不到墓碑。 故事情节不是墓碑，而是用熟铁路标来表示，路标上写着花哨的老式文字。 “这让我想起了比阿特丽斯阿姨收藏的纪念勺子，”丹咕哝着对艾米说。 她的鼻子还沉浸在小册子里。 突然，她抓住他的手腕，用力挤得骨头都碎了。 “丹——上面说的是最后一个

remains of Nannerl Mozart are right here!" Dan's eyes widened. "We're going to dig up a dead body? Awesome!" "Shhh! Of course not!" "But what if Mozart planted a clue on his sister?" Amy shook her head. "Mozart died before Nannerl. Now, we're looking for a communal tomb. That's where the guidebook says she's buried." "What's that?" Dan asked. "Like a condo for dead people?" "Show some respect. One of the others in her crypt is Michael Haydn, the famous composer, and one of Mozart's biggest supporters." He couldn't resist. "What's he doing now — decomposing?" "Don't be gross. Come on." It took a few minutes of wandering for them to find the mausoleum. Compared to some of the opulent and elaborate burial chambers at St. Peter's, it was a simple stone structure bearing the

莫扎特的遗体就在这里！”丹睁大了眼睛。 “我们要挖出一具尸体？” 太棒了!”“嘘!当然不是！”“但如果莫扎特在他妹妹身上放了一条线索呢？”艾米摇了摇头。 “莫扎特死于纳内尔之前。 现在，我们在找一个公共坟墓。 旅游指南上说她就埋在那儿。” “那是什么?”丹问道。“就像给死人住的公寓？”“尊重点。 她的坟墓里还有著名作曲家迈克尔·海顿，他是莫扎特最大的支持者之一。” 他无法抗拒。“他现在在干什么——腐烂吗？”“别那么恶心。 来吧。”他们花了几分钟的时间才找到陵墓。 与圣·芬奇的一些富丽堂皇的墓室相比。 彼得的，是一个简单的石头结构，上面有