3 Gregson Solves the Case!

Chapter 3 GregsonSolvestheCase! Holmes placed an announcement in the evening newspapers: A plain gold wedding ring was found on Brixton Road this morning in the roadway outside the White Hart Tavern. Apply Dr. Watson, 221B, Baker Street. "Sorry for using your name," he said. "Mine's too well known." "That's fine. But I don't have a ring." "Yes, you do," said Holmes, handing me one. "It's almost identical to the one we found on the victim." "And who do you expect will answer this advertisement?" "Why, the man in the brown coat—our cigar-smoking friend with the square toes." As Holmes spoke, the bell rang and a clear voice asked: "Does Dr. Watson live here?" Surprise passed over Holmes's face at the sound of limping footsteps on the stairs and the feeble tap at the door.

第三章葛莱森破案了！福尔摩斯在晚报上登了一则通告：今天早晨在布里克斯顿路白鹿酒馆外的马路上发现了一只纯金的结婚戒指。 华生医生，贝克街221B号。 “对不起，我用了你的名字，”他说。 “我的太出名了。”“那很好。 但是我没有戒指。”福尔摩斯一边说，一边递给我一张名片。 “这和我们在死者身上发现的几乎一模一样。” “你认为谁会回应这个广告呢？”“噢，就是那个穿棕色外套的人——我们那个抽雪茄、长着方脚趾的朋友。” 福尔摩斯说话的时候，门铃响了，一个清晰的声音问道："福尔摩斯医生是否知道？ 华生住在这儿吗？”听到楼梯上一瘸一拐的脚步声和微弱的敲门声，福尔摩斯的脸上掠过惊讶的神色。

cab. The height of a man can be calculated from the length of his stride, and also from the height of the writing on the wall." "What about the long fingernails and the cigar?" I asked. "The writing on the wall was done by a man's forefinger dipped in blood. The plaster was scratched, which wouldn't have happened if his fingernails had been clipped. As for the cigar, I gathered some ash from the floor and recognized it as coming from a type of Indian cigar known as Trichy. "I further deduced from a study of the footprints in the mud and dust that the two men arrived in the same cab and were best of friends at that stage, but square-toes gradually worked himself up into a fury."

出租车。一个人的身高可以从他跨步的长度来计算，也可以从墙上写字的高度来计算。” “那你的长指甲和雪茄呢？”我问。 “墙上的字是一个人的食指蘸着血写的。 石膏被刮伤了，如果他剪了指甲就不会有这种情况。 至于雪茄，我从地板上收集了一些烟灰，认出它来自一种叫做特里希的印度雪茄。 “通过对泥土和尘土中的脚印的研究，我进一步推断出，这两个人是坐同一辆马车来的，而且在那个阶段是最好的朋友，但方头逐渐变得愤怒起来。”

Instead of the tall man we expected, an old woman hobbled in. She drew out an evening paper and pointed at our advertisement. "It's this that brought me, gentlemen," she said. "The ring belongs to my daughter Sally. Her husband won't be pleased to find her without it." "Is this it?" I asked, showing her the one Holmes had given me. "The Lord be thanked!" cried the woman. "Yes, that's it. Sally will be a happy woman tonight." At a sign from Holmes, I handed her the ring. With many mumbled blessings and murmurs of gratitude, she pocketed it and shuffled off down the stairs. As soon as she was gone, Holmes grabbed his coat. "She must be an accomplice. If I follow her, she'll lead me to him." I watched him dash away. It was almost midnight when he returned, and I saw from his face that he hadn't been successful. "She hailed a passing cab and gave an address in Houndsditch," Holmes

一位老妇人一瘸一拐地走了进来，而不是我们期待的那个高个子男人。 她拿出一份晚报，指着我们的广告。 “先生们，正是这件事把我带来的，”她说。 “这枚戒指是我女儿萨莉的。 她丈夫看到她没有钱会不高兴的。” “是这个吗？”我一边问，一边给她看福尔摩斯给我的那张。 “感谢上帝！”女人叫道。 “是的，就是这样。莎莉今晚会很开心的。” 福尔摩斯示意了一下，我把戒指递给了她。 她咕哝着祝福和感激之情，把它装进口袋，拖着脚步走下楼梯。 她一走，福尔摩斯就抓起外衣。 “她一定是同谋。 如果我跟着她，她会带我找到他的。” 我看着他飞奔而去。他回来的时候已经快半夜了，我从他脸上看出他没有成功。 “她招呼了一辆过路的出租马车，并留下了在亨兹迪奇的地址，”福尔摩斯说

explained. "Houndsditch is a long way from Brixton, so this was starting to look suspicious. I perched myself behind the cab, then hopped down when we were approaching the destination, following the rest of the way on foot. I watched the driver open the door—and no one came out! He searched the cab, cursing to find his passenger had disappeared." "But how could that old woman get out of the cab while it was moving?" I cried. "Old woman? I think it was a young man in disguise. He saw he was being followed and managed to give me the slip. Clearly, old square-toes has a wily accomplice."

解释说。“猎狗斯迪奇离布里克斯顿很远，所以这开始显得可疑。 我坐在出租车后面，快到目的地时跳了下来，然后步行走完剩下的路。 我看着司机打开车门——没人出来！他搜了搜马车，咒骂着发现他的乘客不见了。” “可是，车子开着的时候，那个老太太怎么能从车里出来呢？”我哭了。 “老女人?我觉得是个乔装打扮的年轻人。 他看到有人跟踪他，就设法甩掉了我。 显然，老方头有个狡猾的同伙。”

The next day, the newspapers were full of the "Brixton Mystery," as they called it. There was plenty of speculation about who committed the crime, and some new information. The victim, an American named Enoch Drebber, had been living in London for some weeks with his private secretary Joseph Stangerson, staying at the boarding house of Madame Charpentier in Camberwell. On March 4th, they bid farewell to their landlady, saying they planned to go to Euston Station to catch a train to Liverpool and then a steamship back to America. They were later spotted together on the platform at Euston. Nothing more was seen of them until Drebber's body was found in an empty Brixton house, many miles from Euston. How he got there or met his fate was a mystery, as was the whereabouts of Stangerson. We were reading all this in the papers when I suddenly heard the pattering of many feet outside in the hall. "Ah, it's the Baker Street Irregulars!" said Holmes, and as he

第二天，报纸上到处都是他们所谓的“布里克斯顿之谜”。 有很多关于谁是罪犯的猜测，还有一些新的信息。 死者是一个名叫伊诺克·锥伯的美国人，他和他的私人秘书约瑟夫·斯坦节逊在伦敦住了几个星期，住在坎伯韦尔的夏彭蒂埃夫人的寄宿公寓里。 3月4日，他们向女房东告别，说他们打算去尤斯顿车站乘火车去利物浦，然后再乘轮船回美国。 后来有人看到他们一起出现在尤斯顿的站台上。 他们再也没有见到过他们，直到锥伯的尸体在离尤斯顿许多英里远的布里克斯顿的一所空房子里被发现。 他是怎样到那里去的，又是怎样遭遇命运的，这是一个谜，斯坦节逊的下落也是一个谜。 我们正在报纸上读这一切，这时我突然听到外面大厅里传来许多脚步声。 “啊，是贝克街非正规军！”福尔摩斯说道

spoke, in rushed six of the dirtiest and most ragged street children I've ever seen. "Attention!" cried Holmes, and they all lined up in tight military formation. "Have you found it, Wiggins?" asked Holmes. "No, sir, we ain't," said the tallest of the youths. "Well, keep looking." He handed them each a shilling. "Now, off you go and come back with a better report next time." He waved his hand, and they scampered away. "Is this about the Brixton case?" I asked. "Yes, there's something I need to find out. It's only a matter of time." The bell rang once again, and this time our visitor was Tobias Gregson, who seemed very pleased with himself. "Congratulate me, Holmes!" he beamed as he came in. "I've solved the case."

说着，六个我所见过的最肮脏、衣衫褴褛的流浪儿冲了过来。 “请注意！”福尔摩斯喊道，于是他们都排起了严密的队形。 “你找到了吗，威金斯？”福尔摩斯问道。 “不，先生，我们不是。”个子最高的那个年轻人说。 “好吧，继续找吧。”他递给他们每人一先令。 “现在，你去吧，下次带个更好的报告回来。” 他挥挥手，他们就跑开了。 “是关于布里克斯顿的案子吗？”我问。 “是的，有件事我需要弄清楚。 这只是时间问题。” 铃又响了，这次我们的客人是托拜厄斯·葛莱森，他似乎对自己非常满意。 “祝贺我吧，福尔摩斯！”他进来时喜笑颜开。 “我已经破案了。”