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第604期:优美英音|《福尔摩斯探案集》-蓝宝石案【下】

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We went out again into the frosty air. “Now for Mr. Breckinridge,” Holmes said as he buttoned his coat.


We zigzagged through the back streets. Soon we were in the Covent Garden market. We saw the name Breckinridge on one of the largest stalls. The owner had a long, sharp face. He and a small boy were just closing up.


“Good evening. It’s a cold night,” said Holmes. “You are sold out of geese, I see.”


“I can let you have five hundred geese in the morning,” the man replied.


“That won’t do,” said Holmes. “I want the same kind of geese you sold to the Alpha Inn. They were fine birds. Where did you get them?”


To my surprise, the question made Breckinridge angry.


“Now then, mister,” he said. “What is all this about? I haven’t heard anything else all day. ‘Where did you get all the geese? Who did you sell the geese to?’ You would think they were the only geese in the world. People are making such a fuss about them.”


“Well, I have nothing to do with the others who have been asking,” Holmes said. He sounded as if he did not care very much about it. “You won’t tell us. So we’ll have to cancel the bet. You see, I’ve bet five pounds those Alpha Inn geese were raised in the country.”


“Then you will lose,” said Breckinridge. “Those geese were raised here in town.”


“You’ll never make me believe that.”


“Will you bet, then?” Breckinridge asked.


“That would just be stealing your money,” answered Holmes. “But I’ll take you on.”


Breckinridge laughed. He called the small boy to his side. “Bring me the books, Bill,” said he.


“Now, then, Mr. Know-It-All,” he went on. “You see this little book? This is the list of folks from whom I buy. The numbers tell where to find them in the big book. See this page? It’s in black ink. Those are my country goose-raisers. See this list in red? Those are my town people. Now, look at that third name. Just read it to me.”


Holmes read. “Mrs. Oakshott, 117 Brixton Road. Number 249.”


“Quite so. Now look up that number in this big book.”


Holmes turned a page. “Here you are. Mrs. Oakshott, 117 Brixton Road. Eggs and Birds.”


“Now,” said Breckinridge. “What is the last thing it says there? ‘December twenty-second. Twenty-four geese. At seven and a half shillings. Sold to the Alpha Inn at twelve shillings.’


“Well? What do you say now?” Breckinridge asked.


Holmes turned red. He took a coin from his pocket. He threw it down on the table. He turned away with an air of disgust.


We walked a little way down the street. Then Holmes began laughing to himself. “I saw a horse-racing form in that man’s pocket,” he said. “You can always use a bet with a man like that. It’s the sure way to get what you want. We are near the end, Watson. Let’s go home for dinner. We can visit Mrs. Oakshott tomorrow.”


Just then there were shouts behind us. We turned. There was trouble back in Mr. Breckinridge’s stall! Breckinridge was yelling at a little rat-faced man. “I’ve had enough of you and your geese!” he shouted. “Go away or I’ll set the dog on you! Get out! Out!”


“Ha! This may save us that visit to Mrs. Oakshott tomorrow!” said Holmes. “Come, Watson. Let’s see who this fellow is.”


Holmes and I walked fast. Soon we were right behind the little man. Holmes touched the man’s back. He jumped. His face turned white. “Who are you? What do you want?” he cried.


“Excuse me,” said Holmes. “But I couldn’t help hearing your questions about the geese. I believe I can help you.”


“Who are you? And how can you know anything of this?”


“My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know things. I know you’re looking for a goose. The goose was grown by a Mrs. Oakshott. It was then sold to Breckinridge. He in turn sold the goose to the Alpha Inn. The owner of the Alpha sold the goose to a Mr. Henry Baker.”


“Oh, sir, you’re just the person I need!” the little man cried.


“In that case, come over to my place,” said Holmes. “It’s better to be warm while we talk. Before we go, will you tell me your name?”


The man looked to one side. “John Robinson,” he said.


“No, no, the REAL name,” Holmes said sweetly.


The man’s cheeks went red. “Well, then,” said he. “My real name is James Ryder.”


“That’s right,” said Holmes. “You work at the Hotel Cosmopolitan. Step into this cab, Mr. Ryder. I shall soon be able to tell you everything you want to know.”


The little man looked at Holmes. He was not sure if this was wonderful or terrible. At last he got in. Half an hour later we were back in Baker Street. Not one word had been said during our drive.


“Here we are!” said Holmes cheerily. “That fire looks very nice. You look cold, Mr. Ryder. Please take that chair by the fire. I’ll just put on my slippers.… Now! You want to know what happened to your goose?”


“Oh yes, sir!”


“It came here. And such a great goose it was too. No wonder that you want to know about it. It laid an egg, after it was dead. The brightest little blue egg that ever was seen. I have it here.”


Holmes opened his safe. He held up the blue carbuncle. It shone out like a star. Ryder stared. He did not move.


“The game’s up, Ryder,” said Holmes quietly.


At that, Ryder started to faint. “Help him to his chair, Watson!” cried Holmes. “Give him some brandy! There. He’s starting to revive himself.”


The brandy brought some color back to the man’s face. “I know almost everything,” said Holmes.


“Your plan was pretty despicable, wasn’t it? You knew Horner had once gone to prison. So you knew the police would pick him up first. So what did you do? You invented some small job in the countess’s room. Then you sent Horner in to do it. When Horner was done, you took the jewel. Then you called the police. Then you—”


Ryder threw himself on the rug. “Don’t call the police!” he begged. “I have never done wrong before.”


“Get back into your chair!” said Holmes. “It’s all very well for you to be sorry now. But you thought nothing of sending Mr. Horner to prison.”


“I’ll leave England, Mr. Holmes.”


“Hum! We will talk about that,” Holmes said. “But now let’s have it. How did the stone get into the goose? How did the goose get sold? Tell us the truth, man. It’s your only hope.”


Ryder stared at Holmes. “I will tell you how it happened,” said he. “The police arrested Horner. But I knew I must get the stone away at once. At any time the police might search me. There was no safe place in the hotel.


“So I went to my sister’s place. She is married to a man named Oakshott. She raises geese for market.


“All the way to my sister’s, I thought every man I met was a policeman. It was a cold night. But sweat was running down my face. My sister said I looked sick. I took my pipe and went out into the yard. I wondered what would be best to do.


“I made up my mind to give the jewel to a man named Maudsley. I knew he could help me sell the jewel.


“But how could I be safe? The police might stop me at any moment. They would find the stone on me. I stood looking down at the geese. Then the idea came to me.


“My sister had promised me the pick of her geese for my Christmas present. I would have my goose now. And that’s how I would carry the stone to Maudsley!


“I caught one of the geese. It was a fine big white one, with a bar on its tail. I took it to the back of the yard. I opened its beak. The bird put up a fight. But I got the stone into it.


“Just then the goose jumped from my arms. It ran back to the others. And I had to catch it again.


“I walked all the way with the goose. Maudsley laughed so much at what I had done. Then we cut open the goose. My heart sank. There was no sign of the stone! I knew there had been some terrible mistake.


“I ran back to my sister’s. There was not a goose in sight! My sister had taken them all to market. She had sold them to Breckinridge.”


“ ‘Was there another goose like the one I killed?’ I asked her.


“ ‘Oh, yes,’ she replied. ‘There were two geese with bars on their tails. I never could tell them apart.’


“Well—you know the rest.”


Ryder suddenly began to cry.


There was a long silence. It was broken only by the sound of Holmes’s fingers, tapping. Then my friend got up. He threw open the door.


“Get out!” said he.


“What, sir? Oh, bless you!”


“No more words. Get out!”


And no more words were needed. There was a crash on the stairs. Then a door banged. Then we heard footsteps running away.


Holmes reached for his pipe. “I look at it this way, Watson,” he said. “The police do not pay me to do their work. The countess will have her jewel back. The case against Horner can go nowhere unless Ryder speaks against him.


“That man will not go wrong again. He is too afraid. Send him to jail now and you make him a jailbird for life. Besides, it is the season to forgive.


“Now I think it’s time we looked into another bird. Shall we have our dinner now?”

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fuss [fʌs]

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n. 大惊小怪,小题大作,强烈不满或争吵
vi

 
haven ['heivn]

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n. 港口,避难所,安息所 v. 安置 ... 于港中,

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despicable ['despikəbl]

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adj. 可鄙的,卑劣的

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rug [rʌg]

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n. 毯子,地毯,旅行毯

 
stall [stɔ:l]

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n. 货摊,摊位,厩,畜栏,(飞行器)失速
v

 
touched [tʌtʃt]

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adj. 受感动的 adj. 精神失常的

 
faint [feint]

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n. 昏厥,昏倒
adj. 微弱的,无力的,模

 
disgust [dis'gʌst]

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n. 厌恶,嫌恶
v. 令人厌恶

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revive [ri'vaiv]

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vt. 使重生,恢复精神,重新记起,唤醒
vi

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silence ['sailəns]

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n. 沉默,寂静
vt. 使安静,使沉默

 

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