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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "Put your hand in the right-hand pocket of your overcoat.""What do you mean, sir?"
2.  "Well, it is very handsome of you, Mr. Holmes. I brought the bust upwith me, as you asked me to do. Here it is!" He opened his bag, and atlast we saw placed upon our table a complete specimen of that bustwhich we had already seen more than once in fragments.
3.  "Well, gentlemen, you have the drop on me this time. I seem tohave knocked up against something hard. But I came here in answer to aletter from Mrs. Hilton Cubitt. Don't tell me that she is in this?Don't tell me that she helped to set a trap for me?"
5.  "No? Now, be reasonable, Count. Consider the situation. You aregoing to be locked up for twenty years. So is Sam Merton. What goodare you going to get out of your diamond? None in the world. But ifyou hand it over- well, I'll compound a felony. We don't want you orSam. We want the stone. Give that up, and so far as I am concerned youcan go free so long as you behave yourself in the future. If youmake another slip- well, it will be the last. But this time mycommission is to get the stone, not you."
6.  "In what way?" asked Holmes.


1.  "No smell?"
2.  By eleven o'clock the next day we were well upon our way to theold English capital. Holmes had been buried in the morning papersall the way down, but after we had passed the Hampshire border hethrew them down and began to admire the scenery. It was an idealspring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy whiteclouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining verybrightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, whichset an edge to a man's energy. All over the countryside, away to therolling hills around Aldershot, the little red and gray roofs of thefarm-steadings peeped out from amid the light green of the newfoliage.
3.  A spaniel had lain in a basket in the corner. It came slowly forwardtowards its master, walking with difficulty. Its hind legs movedirregularly and its tail was on the ground. It licked Ferguson's hand."What is it, Mr. Holmes?"
4.  "I simply wrote: 'Shall it be the police, then?' I think that shouldpass us in."
5.  I nodded, and stood by the door. My first feeling of fear had passedaway, and I thrilled now with a keener zest than I had ever enjoyedwhen we were the defenders of the law instead of its defiers. The highobject of our mission, the consciousness that it was unselfish andchivalrous, the villainous character of our opponent, all added to thesporting interest of the adventure. Far from feeling guilty, Irejoiced and exulted in our dangers. With a glow of admiration Iwatched Holmes unrolling his case of instruments and choosing his toolwith the calm, scientific accuracy of a surgeon who performs adelicate operation. I knew that the opening of safes was aparticular hobby with him, and I understood the joy which it gavehim to be confronted with this green and gold monster, the dragonwhich held in its maw the reputations of many fair ladies. Turningup the cuffs of his dress-coat- he had placed his overcoat on a chair-Holmes laid out two drills, a jemmy, and several skeleton keys. Istood at the centre door with my eyes glancing at each of theothers, ready for any emergency, though, indeed, my plans weresomewhat vague as to what I should do if we were interrupted. For halfan hour, Holmes worked with concentrated energy, laying down one tool,picking up another, handling each with the strength and delicacy ofthe trained mechanic. Finally I heard a click, the broad green doorswung open, and inside I had a glimpse of a number of paper packets,each tied, sealed, and inscribed. Holmes picked one out, but it was ashard to read by the flickering fire, and he drew out his little darklantern, for it was too dangerous, with Milverton in the next room, toswitch on the electric light. Suddenly I saw him halt, listenintently, and then in an instant he had swung the door of the safe to,picked up his coat, stuffed his tools into the pockets, and dartedbehind the window curtain, motioning me to do the same.It was only when I had joined him there that I heard what hadalarmed his quicker senses. There was a noise somewhere within thehouse. A door slammed in the distance. Then a confused, dull murmurbroke itself into the measured thud of heavy footsteps rapidlyapproaching. They were in the passage outside the room. They paused atthe door. The door opened. There was a sharp snick as the electriclight was turned on. The door closed once more, and the pungent reekof a strong cigar was home to our nostrils. Then the footstepscontinued backward and forward, backward and forward, within a fewyards of us. Finally there was a creak from a chair, and the footstepsceased. Then a key clicked in a lock, and I heard the rustle ofpapers.
6.  "No."


1.  "'Then take the treaty and lock it up there. I shall give directionsthat you may remain behind when the others go, so that you may copy itat your leisure without fear of being overlooked. When you havefinished, relock both the original and the draft in the desk, and handthem over to me personally to-morrow morning.'
2.  "Thank you. We have certainly been favoured with extraordinaryluck during this inquiry, and it will be entirely our own fault ifwe do not succeed in clearing the matter up. With your permission, Mr.Holder, I shall now continue my investigations outside."He went alone, at his own request, for he explained that anyunnecessary footmarks might make his task more difficult. For anhour or more he was at work, returning at last with his feet heavywith snow and his features as inscrutable as ever.
3.  "And now the matter had begun to straighten itself out
4.  "But the dog, the face at the window, the creeping man in thepassage?"
5.   "Oh, yes, all of them had been shown over it."
6.  "What were the exact relations between you and Miss Dunbar?"The Gold King gave a violent start and half rose from his chair.Then his massive calm came back to him.


1.  "How on earth do you know that?" I asked.
2.  "It is no use your fingering your revolver, my friend," he said in aquiet voice. You know perfectly well that you dare not use it, even ifI gave you time to draw it. Nasty, noisy things, revolvers, Count.Better stick to air-guns. Ah! I think I hear the fairy footstep ofyour estimable partner. Good day, Mr. Merton. Rather dull in thestreet, is it not?"
3.  "Is a tall man, left-handed, limps with the right leg, wearsthick-soled shooting boots and a gray cloak, smokes Indian cigars,uses a cigar-holder, and carries a blunt pen-knife in his pocket.There are several other indications, but these may be enough to aid usin our search."
4、  "I don't know, sir, it didn't matter to me where I sat."'I really don't think he knew much about it, Mr. Holmes. He waslooking very bad- quite ghastly."
5、  "What! a murderous attack?"




  • 黄旭 08-10

      "I was driven over by my employer, who was as amiable as ever, andwas introduced by him that evening to his wife and the child. Therewas no truth, Mr. Holmes, in the conjecture which seemed to us to beprobable in your rooms at Baker Street. Mrs. Rucastle is not mad. Ifound her to be a silent, pale-faced woman, much younger than herhusband, not more than thirty, I should think, while he can hardlybe less than forty-five. From their conversation I have gatheredthat they have been married about seven years, that he was awidower, and that his only child by the first wife was the daughterwho has gone to Philadelphia. Mr. Rucastle told me in private that thereason why she had left them was that she had an unreasoningaversion to her stepmother. As the daughter could not have been lessthan twenty, I can quite imagine that her position must have beenuncomfortable with her father's young wife.

  • 郑利 08-10

      Holmes clapped his hands with amusement, and then pointed a derisivefinger. "Then you do know. You have admitted it!"

  • 阮厚广 08-10

       by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

  • 刘客 08-10

      "Served in India, I see."

  • 国华华 08-09

    {  "Very good. It is only in her presence that we can clear thematter up. Let us go up to her."

  • 章百家 08-08

      by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle}

  • 巴旦姆 08-08

      "But why are we here?"

  • 郑海麟 08-08

      It can be imagined that my close intimacy with Sherlock Holmes hadinterested me deeply in crime, and that after his disappearance Inever failed to read with care the various problems which camebefore the public. And I even attempted, more than once, for my ownprivate satisfaction, to employ his methods in their solution,though with indifferent success. There was none, however, whichappealed to me like this tragedy of Ronald Adair. As I read theevidence at the inquest, which led up to a verdict of willful murderagainst some person or persons unknown, I realized more clearly than Ihad ever done the loss which the community had sustained by thedeath of Sherlock Holmes. There were points about this strangebusiness which would, I was sure, have specially appealed to him,and the efforts of the police would have been supplemented, or moreprobably anticipated, by the trained observation and the alert mind ofthe first criminal agent in Europe. All day, as I drove upon my round,I turned over the case in my mind and found no explanation whichappeared to me to be adequate. At the risk of telling a twice-toldtale, I will recapitulate the facts as they were known to the publicat the conclusion of the inquest.

  • 江澜 08-07

       "A side-slip," I suggested.

  • 盖尔克 08-05

    {  "Think once more, Lady Brackenstall. Would it not be better to befrank?"

  • 柯提思 08-05

      We had pulled up in front of a large villa which stood within itsown grounds. A stable-boy had run out to the horse's head, andspringing down I followed Holmes up the small, winding gravel-drivewhich led to the house. As we approached, the door flew open, and alittle blonde woman stood in the opening' clad in some sort of lightmousseline de soie, with a touch of fluffy pink chiffon at her neckand wrists. She stood with her figure outlined against the flood oflight, one hand upon the door, one half-raised in her eagerness, herbody slightly bent, her head and face protruded, with eager eyes andparted lips, a standing question.