3 Investigating the Scene

Chapter 3 Investigating the Scene I read my newspaper from front to back while Sherlock Holmes meditated on the problem brought to him by Mr. Jabez Wilson. Finally, he looked up and said, "Let's take a journey into the city, shall we, Watson?" We journeyed by Underground Railway as far as Aldersgate. From there, a short walk took us to Coburg Square where Mr. Wilson had his place of business. It was a small, quiet, and rather shabby place. Behind a railing lay a patch of weedy grass and overgrown bushes. The square was lined with gloomy, red-brick houses. In front of one of the houses hung three gold balls—the traditional symbol of the pawnbroker. The sign above the door read "JABEZ WILSON" in faded white letters.

夏洛克·福尔摩斯沉思杰贝兹·威尔逊先生带给他的问题时，我把报纸从头到尾读了一遍。 最后，他抬起头来说：“让我们到城里去旅行，好吗，华生？”我们乘地铁一直到奥尔德斯盖特。 从那里走一小段路，我们就到了科堡广场，威尔逊先生的办公地点就在那里。 这是一个很小、很安静，而且相当寒酸的地方。 栏杆后面是一片杂草丛生的灌木丛。 广场两旁是阴暗的红砖房子。 其中一栋房子的前面挂着三个金球——典当行的传统象征。 门上的牌子上用褪色的白色字母写着“杰贝兹·威尔逊”。

Holmes stopped here, cocked his head to one side, and examined the house, his eyes shining brightly between half-closed lids. To my surprise, he raised his stick and thumped it hard three times on the paving stone. Then he went up to the door and knocked. The door was instantly opened by an intelligent-looking, clean-shaven young fellow. He asked us to step in.

福尔摩斯在这里停了下来，把头歪向一边，仔细打量着这所房子，他的眼睛在半闭着的眼皮间闪烁着明亮的光芒。 令我吃惊的是，他举起手杖，在铺路石上重重地敲了三下。 然后他走到门口敲了敲门。 门立刻被一个看上去很聪明、胡子刮得干干净净的年轻人打开了。 他让我们介入。

"Thank you," said Holmes. "I only wished to ask how you would get from here to the Strand." "Third right and then fourth on the left," the assistant quickly answered before closing the door. "Smart fellow that one," observed Holmes as we walked away. "He is, in my opinion, the fourth smartest man in London. And in terms of fearlessness, he may be the third. I've never met him before, but I have had dealings with him." "Clearly," said I. "And it seems to me that this assistant is a key figure in the mystery of the Red

“谢谢你，”福尔摩斯说。“我只是想问一下，你怎么从这儿到斯特兰德去。” “右边第三个，然后左边第四个，”店员迅速回答，然后关上了门。 “这家伙真聪明，”我们走开时福尔摩斯说。 “在我看来，他是伦敦第四聪明的人。 就无畏而言，他可能是第三个。 我以前从未见过他，但我和他打过交道。” “显然，”我说。“在我看来，这个助手是红色之谜的关键人物

Headed League. I am sure you asked him for directions simply to get a look at him." "Not him," said Holmes. "What then?" "The knees of his trousers." "And what did you see?" "What I expected to see." "Why did you beat the ground with your stick just now?" I asked. "My dear doctor, this is a time for observation, not talk. We are spies in enemy territory. We have investigated Coburg Square. Now let us explore the places that lie behind it." After turning left and left again, we found ourselves in the street that ran behind one side of Coburg Square. It could not have been more different. The large, busy thoroughfare was filled with traffic flowing in and out of the city. Holmes ignored the hustle and bustle of smartly dressed pedestrians around him and stood quietly on the street, inspecting the line of shops. "I want to remember the order of shops here," he said. "It is an ambition of mine to develop an exact knowledge of London. Now, let me see. On this

领导的联盟。我相信你向他问路只是为了看一眼他。” “不是他，”福尔摩斯说。“什么?”“裤子的膝盖。” “你看见了什么？”“和我预料的一样。” “你刚才为什么用棍子打地面？”我问。 “我亲爱的医生，现在是观察的时候，不是谈话的时候。 我们是敌国境内的间谍。 我们调查了科堡广场。 现在让我们探索一下它后面的地方吧。” 左拐又左拐，我们发现自己来到了科堡广场一侧后面的那条街上。 没有比这更不一样的了。 这条繁忙的大道上挤满了进出城市的车辆。 福尔摩斯没有理会周围那些衣着光鲜的行人的熙熙攘攘，他静静地站在街上，打量着那排店铺。 “我想记住这里商店的顺序，”他说。 “我有一个雄心壮志，就是要对伦敦有透彻的了解。 现在，让我看看。在这

block we have, in order, a pharmacy, a newspaper shop, a bank, a vegetarian restaurant, and a carriage-building yard." He turned to me. "I think we are done with our work for today, Watson. Let's go and have a sandwich and a cup of coffee. After that, we can attend the afternoon concert at St. James's Hall. What do you think? It'll to nice to escape to violin-land for a while, where all is sweetness and harmony and there are no red-headed pawnbrokers to trouble us with their problems." My friend, Sherlock Holmes, is himself a talented violinist and composer, and music has always been a source of great comfort and delight for him. That afternoon, as we sat in the concert hall, he was in a state of perfect happiness, gently

我们街区依次有药房、报馆、银行、素食餐厅和车厂。” 他转向我。“我想我们今天的工作已经完成了，华生。 我们去吃个三明治，喝杯咖啡吧。 在那之后，我们可以参加下午在圣。 詹姆斯的大厅。你觉得呢？ 逃到小提琴的世界里去一段时间，真是太好了，在那里，一切都是甜蜜和和谐的，没有红头发的当铺老板拿他们的问题来烦我们。” 我的朋友夏洛克·福尔摩斯本身就是一位天才的小提琴家和作曲家，音乐一直是他极大的安慰和快乐的源泉。 那天下午，我们坐在音乐厅里，他沉浸在一种完美的幸福中，温柔地

waving his long, thin fingers in time to the music. The relaxed smile on his face and his twinkling, dreamy eyes were so different from those of Holmes the ruthless detective on the hunt for criminals. Over the course of our friendship, I had come to understand that he needed these periods of calm to restore his energy. He was never more dangerous, nor his mind sharper, than after a spell of pleasurable relaxation. When I saw him so wrapped up in the music at St. James's Hall, I

随着音乐的节拍挥动着他细长的手指。 他脸上轻松的微笑，闪烁着梦幻般的眼睛，与追捕罪犯的无情侦探福尔摩斯截然不同。 在我们友谊的过程中，我逐渐明白他需要这些平静的时期来恢复精力。 他从来没有比在一阵愉快的放松之后更危险，也没有比他的头脑更敏锐。 当我看到他在圣。 詹姆斯大厅，我