Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6 This is it, Janie thought. Frederick knew it was her! She expected him to leap to his feet and point at Janie. "It's you!" he'd shout. But Frederick just sat there. And Mr. McBride let out a little chuckle. "I think someone's been reading a few too many mystery stories," he said, giving Frederick's arm a gentle pat.

就是这里了，简妮想。 弗雷德里克知道是她！她以为他会跳起来指着珍妮。 “是你！”但弗雷德里克只是坐在那里。 麦克布莱德先生轻轻地笑了一下。 “我想是有人看了太多的推理小说，”他说，轻轻地拍了拍弗雷德里克的胳膊。

"You have a wonderful imagination," Miss Wade said kindly. Janie exhaled; she hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath. Mr. Anderson appeared. "I've made down your beds for you all," he said. "You can come whenever you're ready." Janie kept the fake smile glued to her face as they walked back to the sleeper car. The beds were all set up. Long green curtains hung in front of each bed, so people could sleep without anyone watching them. The little girl, Violet, skipped through the aisle in her flowered nightgown and slippers. "Nighty! Night! Janie!" Violet shrieked, spinning around and skipping back to her bed. How had she learned Janie's name? "She definitely likes you," Frederick laughed. "She's adorable!" Janie gushed, as she groaned inside.

“你的想象力真丰富，"韦德小姐和蔼地说。 珍妮呼出;她没有意识到自己一直在屏住呼吸。 安德森先生出现了。“我已经为你们铺好了床，”他说。 “你什么时候准备好就什么时候来。” 当他们走回卧铺车厢时，珍妮脸上一直挂着假笑。 床都摆好了。每张床前都挂着长长的绿色窗帘，这样人们就可以在没有人看着的情况下睡觉了。 小女孩维奥莱特穿着花睡衣和拖鞋，蹦蹦跳跳地穿过过道。 “睡衣!夜晚!珍妮!”维奥莱特尖叫着，转过身，跳回了床上。 她是怎么知道简妮的名字的？ “她肯定喜欢你，”弗雷德里克笑着说。 “她很可爱!”珍妮一边在心里呻吟，一边滔滔不绝地说。

Finally, Janie climbed into her bed and closed the curtains. Frederick was right; it really did seem to be her own private room. And what a bed! There were two fluffy pillows, soft sheets that smelled like flowers, and a thick wool blanket. It was nothing like where Janie slept at Aunt Barbara's, on a lumpy mattress with just a raggedy quilt to keep her from shivering to death. She settled herself back, sighing softly with relief. She rubbed her aching cheeks. Who knew fake-smiling could hurt so much? What a relief to be alone, to go back to being her regular self. She'd made it through the evening. Like Miss Wade had said, they'd be in Seattle soon. Janie would lose Mr. McBride and Frederick in the Seattle station. Then she'd find Malvo's goon in the alley, get the money, and buy herself a ticket for a train heading east. Excitement shimmered inside her. By tomorrow night she'd be free. She took off her boots and shrugged off her coat. She checked that the diamond jewels were

最后，珍妮爬上床，拉上窗帘。 弗雷德里克是对的；这确实像是她的私人房间。 多么漂亮的床啊！房间里有两个松软的枕头，柔软的床单散发着花香，还有一条厚厚的羊毛毯子。 这一点也不像珍妮在芭芭拉姨妈家睡的地方，她睡在凹凸不平的床垫上，只有一条破烂的被子，以防她冻得要死。 她靠在椅背上，轻轻松了口气。 她揉了揉疼痛的双颊。 谁知道假笑会如此伤人？ 能一个人呆着，又能做回原来的自己，真是一种解脱。 她熬过了那个晚上。 正如韦德小姐所说的，他们很快就要到西雅图了。 珍妮将在西雅图车站失去麦克布莱德先生和弗雷德里克。 然后她在巷子里找到马尔沃的打手，拿到钱，给自己买一张往东走的火车票。 兴奋在她心中闪烁。 到明晚她就自由了。 她脱下靴子，耸了耸外套。 她检查了钻石珠宝是否在

safe in the hidden pocket, folded the coat, and put it under her pillows. Usually, Janie stayed up all night when she rode a train. But soon she was snuggled under the sweet-smelling sheets, cozy under the thick blanket. The train swayed gently back and forth. The sound of the train was like a song. Chuggachuggachugga. Chuggachuggachugga. Chuggachuggachugga. She tried to keep her eyes open, but she'd soon drifted into a sound sleep. The next thing she knew, it was morning. She sat up and looked around. Where was she? The train! She'd slept through the entire night! She thrust her hand under her pillows. Her coat was there—the jewels were safe. But wait… Something was wrong. The train was silent. And they weren't moving. Were they already in Seattle?

她把大衣叠好，放在枕头下面。 通常，当珍妮坐火车时，她会整夜不睡。 但很快她就依偎在香甜的床单下，舒服地躺在厚厚的毯子下。 火车轻轻地前后摇晃。 火车的声音就像一首歌。 Chuggachuggachugga。Chuggachuggachugga。 Chuggachuggachugga。她努力睁着眼睛，但很快就睡着了。 她所知道的下一件事，就是早晨。 她坐起来，环顾四周。 她在哪里？火车!她整晚都在睡觉！她把手伸到枕头下面。 她的外套还在——珠宝很安全。 但是等等……肯定有什么不对劲。 火车上一片寂静。他们没有动。 他们已经在西雅图了吗？

No. Mr. Anderson would have made sure they were all awake. She peeled back the shade that covered the window next to her bed. Snow poured down in thick sheets. It was impossible to see where they were. Voices sounded from the other side of her curtains. "Where are we?" "Why have we stopped?" A man's voice rose up. "There's been an avalanche!"

不。安德森先生会确保他们都醒着。 她掀开床边窗户上的窗帘。 大雪倾盆而下。 不可能看到他们在哪里。 窗帘的另一边传来了说话声。 “我们在哪儿？”“我们为什么停下来了？”一个男人的声音响了起来。 “发生雪崩了！”