5 Fire!

Chapter 5 Fire! As soon as Sherlock Holmes was inside, I crept closer to the house until I was standing outside the sitting room window. I positioned myself a little to one side so I could see into the room but was not too visible to its occupants. The lamps had been lit but the blinds had not been drawn, and I could see Holmes lying on the couch. He was playing the part of a kindly clergyman perfectly, smiling bravely through the pain of his injury. Irene Norton came in and handed him a glass of water. Then she seated herself on a nearby chair and spoke gently to my friend, patting his arm and thanking him for his courageous action, while Holmes nodded and said it was what any man would do.

第五章着火了！歇洛克·福尔摩斯一进屋，我就蹑手蹑脚地向房子靠近，一直走到站在客厅窗外。 我站得靠一边一点，这样我就能看到房间里的情况，但不会被里面的人看到。 灯已经亮了，但窗帘没有拉上，我可以看到福尔摩斯躺在沙发上。 他完美地扮演了一个善良的牧师，尽管受伤很痛，他还是勇敢地微笑着。 艾琳·诺顿走了进来，递给他一杯水。 然后她在旁边的椅子上坐下来，温柔地和我的朋友说话，拍拍他的胳膊，感谢他勇敢的行动，福尔摩斯点点头，说这是任何男人都会做的。

Watching this, I was seized by a sharp guilt for what we were doing, taking advantage of this lady's caring nature. Yet I knew I could never let Holmes down and fail to play my part in his carefully arranged plan. So, gritting my teeth, I took the smoke rocket from inside my coat. After all, I reflected, we're not injuring her—we're preventing her from injuring someone else. Soon afterward, Mrs. Norton left the room and a maid came in with a tray of tea for their guest.

看着这一幕，我为自己的所作所为深感愧疚，我利用了这位女士的爱心。 然而，我知道我永远不能让福尔摩斯失望，不能在他精心安排的计划中发挥我的作用。 所以，我咬紧牙关，从我的外套里拿出了烟雾火箭。 毕竟，我想，我们不是在伤害她，我们是在防止她伤害别人。 过了一会儿，诺顿夫人离开了房间，一个女仆端着一盘茶走了进来。

Holmes sat up on the couch and I saw him motion to the maid like a man who was in need of air. The maid went to the window and I quickly backed out of sight before she saw me. She opened the window and then went back to pouring the tea. As soon as her back was turned, Holmes raised his hand and gave the prearranged signal. I tossed the smoke rocket into the room. The cap

福尔摩斯在沙发上坐了起来，我看见他向女仆做了个动作，像是一个需要透透气的人。 女仆走到窗前，我在她看见我之前迅速退了出去。 她打开窗户，然后回去倒茶。 她刚一转身，福尔摩斯就举起手来，发出事先安排好的手势。 我把烟雾弹扔进了房间。 帽子

detonated as it struck the floor and white smoke began pouring out. "Fire!" I yelled, and the word was no sooner out of my mouth than a whole crowd, who had quietly formed in the street behind me, took up the cry. I hadn't even noticed these people gather —there were the well-dressed and shabby young men from earlier, as well as stable hands from the mews, and servant maids. "Fire!" they all screamed, as thick clouds of smoke curled through the room and out the open window. Through the haze, I glimpsed rushing figures in the sitting room, and a moment later I heard

炸弹击中地面时引爆，白烟开始喷涌而出。 “火!”我喊了一声，话刚出口，就有一大群人跟着喊了起来，他们悄悄地站在我身后的街上。 我甚至没有注意到这些人聚集在一起——有早些时候来的衣冠楚楚、衣衫褴褛的年轻人，也有从马厩来的马夫和女仆。 “着火了！”他们都尖叫起来，浓烟袅袅地穿过房间，从敞开的窗户飘了出去。 透过薄雾，我瞥见了客厅里奔忙的人影，过了一会儿，我听到了

Holmes's voice assuring them it was a false alarm. Slipping through the shouting crowd, I made my way to the end of the street where I stood waiting for my friend. Ten minutes later, he appeared. We walked swiftly and in silence for several blocks until we found ourselves in one of the quiet streets off Edgware Road. "You did very well, my friend," said Holmes. "Everything went perfectly to plan." "Do you have the photograph?" I asked. "I know where it is." "How did you find out?" "She showed me, as I said she would." "I still don't understand." Holmes laughed. "I don't mean to be so mysterious. My plan was perfectly simple. You saw, of course, that everyone in the street played their part. Thanks to the king of Bohemia and his generous payment, they're all feeling slightly richer this evening."

福尔摩斯的声音使他们确信这是一场虚惊。 我溜过喊叫的人群，走到街的尽头，站在那里等我的朋友。 十分钟后，他出现了。 我们一言不发地快步走了好几个街区，终于来到了埃奇韦尔路外一条安静的街道上。 “你做得很好，我的朋友，”福尔摩斯说道。 “一切都按照计划进行。” “你有照片吗？”我问。 “我知道它在哪儿。”“你是怎么知道的？”“她给我看了，就像我说的那样。” “我还是不明白。” 福尔摩斯笑了。“我并不想这么神秘。 我的计划非常简单。 你当然看到了，街上的每个人都发挥了自己的作用。 多亏了波希米亚国王和他慷慨的报酬，他们今晚都感到稍微富裕了一点。”

"I guessed as much," I said. "When the fight broke out, I squeezed a little red paint from a tube into the palm of my hand. Then I rushed forward, fell down, clapped my hand to my face, and became an object of pity. It's an old trick." "I worked that out, too," I said. "Then they carried me in—I knew she wouldn't just leave me wounded on the street. I was taken into the sitting room, which was the room where I suspected she kept the photograph. The king's burglars must have targeted her

“我也猜到了，”我说。 “当打架爆发时，我从一根管子里挤出一点红颜料到我的手掌里。 然后我冲上前去，倒在地上，用手拍着脸，变成了一个可怜的对象。 这是老把戏了。”“我也算出来了，”我说。 然后他们把我抱了进去——我知道她不会把受伤的我丢在街上。 我被带进了客厅，我怀疑她把照片放在了那个房间里。 国王的窃贼一定盯上了她