Chapter 17

ChAPTER SEVENTEEN In no time they were standing in front of Figgy's fancy doors. Kate peeped through the keyhole to make sure the coast was clear, before bursting inside, running straight to Figgy's desk and rifling through the drawers. Rupert hopped out of her pocket and began diving in and out of pen pots, searching for any hidden clues. "There's nothing here but boring bills

第十七章 没过多久，他们就站在了菲吉那扇精致的大门前。 凯特凑过去透过钥匙孔张望，确认周围没人，才猛地推开门冲进去，直奔菲吉的书桌，哗啦哗啦翻起了抽屉。 鲁珀特从她口袋里蹦出来，在笔筒里钻进钻出，到处找藏起来的线索。 “这儿除了无聊的账单什么都没有”

and paperwork," Kate said frustratedly. "I've found the fountain pen Penny was talking about," said Rupert, holding it up with both paws. "But that still doesn't tell us why she's doing this." "Hmm," said Kate, looking about the room. It was so sparse; the only pictures on the walls were the long line of Lookout Post owners. She crossed over to the portrait of Figgy, searching her painted eyes for any glimmer of a secret.

还有文件，”凯特沮丧地说。 “我找到那支钢笔了 就是佩妮说的那支。”鲁珀特举着钢笔说道，两只小爪子捧着笔身。 “可我们还是不知道她为什么要这么做呀。” “嗯，”凯特一边应着，一边打量着整个房间。 房间空荡荡的，墙上只挂着一排历任瞭望岗主人的画像。 她走到菲吉的画像前，盯着画里那双眼睛，想找出一点藏着秘密的蛛丝马迹。

"The Lookout Post is Figgy's whole life's work," she thought aloud. Why would she want to destroy it? If only I could get inside her head and figure out what she's hiding." "Maybe you can," squeaked Rupert. "What do you mean?" He pointed to a tiny keyhole at the base of the picture frame. "As a mouse, I am perfectly primed to spot mouse-sized holes." "Wow, Roo!" said Kate. "Good find! But I left the Special Correspondent pin in the Guest Suite."

“瞭望岗是菲吉一辈子的心血啊，”她忍不住念叨出声。 她为什么要毁掉它呢？ 要是我能钻进她的脑袋里，搞清楚她藏着什么秘密就好了。” “说不定你可以呀。”鲁珀特吱吱地开口。 “你这话是什么意思？” 他伸爪子指着画像框底部一个小小的钥匙孔。 “我可是老鼠呀，最会找这种老鼠大小的洞啦。” “哇，小鲁！”凯特叫道。 “你太会找了！ 可我把特派记者徽章落在客人套房了呀。”

"Are you sure about that?" Rupert held up the Special Correspondent badge. "I knew you'd need it back." He beamed. "Not for one second did I think you wouldn't solve this case!" If they weren't in such a hurry, Kate would have kissed his little nose. CLICK She pressed the pin into the small keyhole. In one fluid movement, the painting slipped to the side. "Holy crumpets!" breathed Kate. Stretching out in front of them and leading deep into the walls of The Lookout Post was a secret corridor.

“你确定你忘带了吗？” 鲁珀特举着那枚特派记者徽章。 “我就知道你肯定会用到它的。” 他笑得一脸灿烂。 “我从来都没怀疑过，你肯定能把这件事查个水落石出！” 要不是现在赶时间，凯特真想亲亲他的小鼻子。 咔哒一声，她把徽章插进了那个小钥匙孔里。 画像顺滑地滑到了一边。 “我的天呀！”凯特屏住了呼吸。 一条秘密通道展现在他们面前，一直通到瞭望岗的墙体深处。