15 Poole’s Story

CHAPTER 15 Poole's Story "Imust ask you to remain quiet, sir," Poole whispered as they walked. "I think it would be best if he didn't know you were here. Listening in would be best." "I understand," Utterson said. It was hard for the lawyer to keep his hand from shaking. Candle wax dripped on his hand, but he made no noise.

“我必须请你保持安静，先生。”他们边走边普尔低声说。 “我想最好不要让他知道你在这里。 最好是偷听。” “我明白，”厄特森说。 律师很难控制住自己的手不颤抖。 蜡烛的蜡滴在他的手上，但他没有发出声音。

He followed Poole to the top of the laboratory stairs. The butler indicated that he should stand to one side and listen. He took a deep breath, and knocked with a somewhat uncertain hand on the door. "Sir," Poole called through the door. "Mr. Utterson is here to see you." A voice answered from within. "Tell him I cannot see anyone," it said shakily. "Thank you, sir," Poole answered. He seemed pleased with the voice's response. He started back down the stairs. Utterson followed behind him.

他跟着普尔来到实验室楼梯的顶端。 管家示意他站到一边听。 他深吸了一口气，用一只有点迟疑的手敲了敲门。 “先生。”普尔隔着门喊道。 “厄特森先生来看你了。” 一个声音从里面回答。 “告诉他我谁也见不到。”它颤抖着说。 “谢谢您，先生。”普尔回答。 他似乎对那个声音的回答很满意。 他开始往回走下楼梯。 厄特森跟在他后面。

When they were once again in the courtyard, Poole turned back to the lawyer. "Now, tell me, sir," Poole said. "Was that my master's voice?" "It seems much changed," answered Utterson, very pale. "Well, I certainly think so," said the butler. "Could I work in this house for twenty years and not know my master's voice? No, sir. That voice is not my master's.

当他们再次来到院子里时，普尔转过身来面对律师。 “现在，告诉我，先生。”普尔说。 “那是我主人的声音吗？”“好像变了很多，”厄特森回答，脸色很苍白。 “嗯，我当然这么认为，”管家说。 “我能在这房子里干了二十年还听不出主人的声音吗？” 不，先生，那不是我主人的声音。

Something has happened to him, or he has been taken away. It has been eight days now and I am at my wits' end." "This is a very strange, Poole. It is rather a wild tale, my man," Utterson said. "Suppose you were right and Dr. Jekyll has been murdered or kidnapped. Why would the culprit stay in the room? Why wouldn't he escape?" "You are a hard man to satisfy, Mr. Utterson, but I'll do my best to convince you," Poole said. "All this past week, he—or it—or whatever is locked in that office—has been crying night and day for special medicine. He writes orders for medicine on notes and leaves them on the stairs. This practice was continued all this week. Not just one or two notes, but dozens. I've traveled to pharmacies across the city, filling these orders and sending complaints. You see, every time I returned with the medicine I

他出了什么事，或者他被带走了。 到现在已经八天了，我真是无计可施。” “这很奇怪，普尔。 “老兄，这真是个荒诞的故事。”厄特森说。 “假设你是对的。 杰基尔不是被谋杀就是被绑架了。 为什么罪犯会待在房间里？ 他为什么不逃呢？”“厄特森先生，你是个很难让人满意的人，不过我会尽力说服你的，”普尔说。 “过去这个星期，他——或者它——或者别的什么东西——被锁在那间办公室里——没日没夜地哭着要特殊的药。 他把医嘱写在纸条上，放在楼梯上。 这种做法持续了整整一个星期。 不是一两个音符，而是几十个。 我跑遍了整个城市的药店，完成这些订单，并发出投诉。 你看，每次我带着药回来

was told that it was not pure. I was told to return it and go to another pharmacy. I have no idea what the medicine is, but he is desperate for it." "Do you have any of these notes?" Utterson asked. Poole reached into a pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. The lawyer bent over his candle and carefully examined the writing. It read as follows: "I return this medicine purchased from your firm, as it is not pure and therefore useless to me. I purchased a large quantity some years ago. I am in desperate need to refill this order. I must ask you to carefully search your supplies to find a pure and proper sample. I can not stress enough the importance of this order." It was the last line of the note that disturbed Utterson the most. There was a sudden splash of ink as the author's emotions became too strong. "I beg you," the note

被告知它不纯净。 他们让我把药退回去另一家药店。 我不知道药是什么，但他非常想要。” “你有这些笔记吗？”Utterson问道。 普尔把手伸进口袋，掏出一张皱巴巴的纸。 律师俯下身来，用蜡烛仔细检查字迹。 它是这样写的：“我将从贵公司购买的这种药退回，因为它不纯，因此对我无效。 几年前我买了很多。 我迫切需要补充这个订单。 我必须要求你仔细搜索你的物资，找到一个纯净而合适的样本。 我再怎么强调这一命令的重要性也不为过。” 信的最后一行最使厄特森感到不安。 当作者的情绪变得过于强烈时，墨水突然溅了出来。 “我求你了。

read, "please find the medicine of old." "This is a strange note," Utterson said. "Why is it open?" the lawyer asked rather sharply. It seems that Utterson would defend his friend Jekyll to the end. Even though he realized Poole was only trying to help, he was suspicious that Poole opened private notes. "One of the pharmacists was so angry that he threw it back at me," Poole said. "Do you recognize this as Dr. Jekyll's handwriting?" Utterson asked. "It does look like it," the butler said rather sulkily. "But what does that matter when I've seen the man who wrote this?" Poole blurted out. "Seen him?" Utterson said. "Where? When?" "I stepped into the garden unexpectedly," Poole said. "He must have come out to look for a delivery of medicine. I saw him standing at the other end of the courtyard looking

读“请寻找旧药” “这是一封奇怪的信，”厄特森说。 “为什么门是开着的？”律师尖锐地问道。 看来厄特森会为他的朋友杰基尔辩护到底。 尽管他意识到普尔只是想帮忙，但他怀疑普尔打开了私人笔记。 普尔说：“其中一个药剂师非常生气，把药扔回我身上。” “你能认出这是史密斯博士吗？ 变身怪医的笔迹吗?”Utterson问道。 “看来的确是这样，"管家有点不高兴地说。 “但当我看到写这封信的人，那又有什么关系呢？”普尔脱口而出。 “见过他?”Utterson说。 “在哪里?当?”普尔说：“我出乎意料地走进了花园。 “他一定是出来找药的。 我看见他站在院子的另一头张望