首页 >出版文学> Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes>第36章
  Thetwomenhadstoppedoppositethewindow。SomechalkmarksoverthewaistcoatpocketweretheonlysignsofbilliardswhichIcouldseeinoneofthem。
  Theotherwasaverysmall,darkfellow,withhishatpushedbackandseveralpackagesunderhisarm。”Anoldsoldier,Iperceive,”saidSherlock。”Andveryrecentlydischarged,”remarkedthebrother。”ServedinIndia,Isee。””Andanon-commissionedofficer。””RoyalArtillery,Ifancy,”saidSherlock。”Andawidower。””Butwithachild。””Children,mydearboy,children。””Come,”saidI,laughing,”thisisalittletoomuch。””Surely,”answeredHolmes,”itisnothardtosaythatamanwiththatbearing,expressionofauthority,andsunbakedskin,isasoldier,ismorethanaprivate,andisnotlongfromIndia。””Thathehasnotlefttheservicelongisshownbyhisstillwearingisammunitionboots,astheyarecalled,”observedMycroft。”Hehadnotthecavalrystride,yetheworehishatononeside,asisshownbythelighterskinofthatsideofhisbrow。Hisweightisagainsthisbeingasapper。Heisintheartillery。””Then,ofcourse,hiscompletemourningshowsthathehaslostsomeoneverydear。Thefactthatheisdoinghisownshoppinglooksasthoughitwerehiswife。Hehasbeenbuyingthingsforchildren,youperceive。Thereisarattle,whichshowsthatoneofthemisveryyoung。Thewifeprobablydiedinchildbed。Thefactthathehasapicture-bookunderhisarmshowsthatthereisanotherchildtobethoughtof。”
  Ibegantounderstandwhatmyfriendmeantwhenhesaidthathisbrotherpossessedevenkeenerfacultiesthathedidhimself。Heglancedacrossatmeandsmiled。Mycrofttooksnufffromatortoise-shellbox,andbrushedawaythewanderinggrainsfromhiscoatfrontwithalarge,redsilkhandkerchief。”Bytheway,Sherlock,”saidhe,”Ihavehadsomethingquiteafteryourownheart——amostsingularproblem——submittedtomyjudgment。Ireallyhadnottheenergytofollowitupsaveinaveryincompletefashion,butitgavemeabasisforsomepleasingspeculation。Ifyouwouldcaretohearthefacts——””MydearMycroft,Ishouldbedelighted。”
  Thebrotherscribbledanoteuponaleafofhispocket-book,and,ringingthebell,hehandedittothewaiter。”IhaveaskedMr。Melastostepacross,”saidhe。”Helodgesontheflooraboveme,andIhavesomeslightacquaintancewithhim,whichledhimtocometomeinhisperplexity。Mr。MelasisaGreekbyextraction,asIunderstand,andheisaremarkablelinguist。HeearnshislivingpartlyasinterpreterinthelawcourtsandpartlybyactingasguidetoanywealthyOrientalswhomayvisittheNorthumberlandAvenuehotels。IthinkIwillleavehimtotellhisveryremarkableexperienceinhisownfashion。”
  Afewminuteslaterwewerejoinedbyashort,stoutmanwhoseolivefaceandcoal-blackhairproclaimedhisSouthernorigin,thoughhisspeechwasthatofaneducatedEnglishman。HeshookhandseagerlywithSherlockHolmes,andhisdarkeyessparkledwithpleasurewhenheunderstoodthatthespecialistwasanxioustohearhisstory。”Idonotbelievethatthepolicecreditme——onmyword,Idonot,”saidheinawailingvoice。”Justbecausetheyhaveneverheardofitbefore,theythinkthatsuchathingcannotbe。ButIknowthatIshallneverbeeasyinmyminduntilIknowwhathasbecomeofmypoormanwiththesticking-plasteruponhisface。””Iamallattention,”saidSherlockHolmes。”ThisisWednesdayevening,”saidMr。Melas。”Wellthen,itwasMondaynight——onlytwodaysago,youunderstand——thatallthishappened。Iamaninterpreter,asperhapsmyneighbortherehastoldyou。Iinterpretalllanguages——ornearlyall——butasIamaGreekbybirthandwithaGrecianname,itiswiththatparticulartonguethatIamprincipallyassociated。FormanyyearsIhavebeenthechiefGreekinterpreterinLondon,andmynameisverywellknowninthehotels。
  IthappensnotunfrequentlythatIamsentforatstrangehoursbyforeignerswhogetintodifficulties,orbytravelerwhoarrivelateandwishmyservices。
  Iwasnotsurprised,therefore,onMondaynightwhenaMr。Latimer,averyfashionablydressedyoungman,cameuptomyroomsandaskedmetoaccompanyhiminacabwhichwaswaitingatthedoor。AGreekfriendhadcometoseehimuponbusiness,hesaid,andashecouldspeaknothingbuthisowntongue,theservicesofaninterpreterwereindispensable。Hegavemetounderstandthathishousewassomelittledistanceoff,inKensington,andheseemedtobeinagreathurry,bustlingmerapidlyintothecabwhenwehaddescendedtothestreet。”Isayintothecab,butIsoonbecamedoubtfulastowhetheritwasnotacarriageinwhichIfoundmyself。
  Itwascertainlymoreroomythantheordinaryfour-wheeleddisgracetoLondon,andthefittings,thoughfrayed,wereofrichquality。Mr。LatimerseatedhimselfoppositetomeandwestartedoffthroughCharingCrossanduptheShaftesburyAvenue。
  WehadcomeoutuponOxfordStreetandIhadventuredsomeremarkastothisbeingaroundaboutwaytoKensington,whenmywordswerearrestedbytheextraordinaryconductofmycompanion。”Hebeganbydrawingamostformidable-lookingbludgeonloadedwithleadfromhispocket,andswitchingitbackwardandforwardseveraltimes,asiftotestitsweightandstrength。Thenheplaceditwithoutawordupontheseatbesidehim。Havingdonethis,hedrewupthewindowsoneachside,andIfoundtomyastonishmentthattheywerecoveredwithpapersoastopreventmyseeingthroughthem。”’Iamsorrytocutoffyourview,Mr。Melas,’saidhe。’ThefactisthatIhavenointentionthatyoushouldseewhattheplaceistowhichwearedriving。
  Itmightpossiblybeinconvenienttomeifyoucouldfindyourwaythereagain。’”Asyoucanimagine,Iwasutterlytakenabackbysuchanaddress。Mycompanionwasapowerful,broad-shoulderedyoungfellow,and,apartfromtheweapon,Ishouldnothavehadtheslightestchanceinastrugglewithhim。”’Thisisveryextraordinaryconduct,Mr。Latimer,’I
  stammered。’Youmustbeawarethatwhatyouaredoingisquiteillegal。’”’Itissomewhatofaliberty,nodoubt,’saidhe,’butwe’llmakeituptoyou。Imustwarnyou,however,Mr。Melas,thatifatanytimeto-nightyouattempttoraiseanalarmordoanythingwhichisagainstmyinterests,youwillfinditaveryseriousthing。Ibegyoutorememberthatnooneknowswhereyouare,andthat,whetheryouareinthiscarriageorinmyhouse,youareequallyinmypower。’”Hiswordswerequiet,buthehadaraspingwayofsayingthemwhichwasverymenacing。Isatinsilencewonderingwhatonearthcouldbehisreasonforkidnappingmeinthisextraordinaryfashion。Whateveritmightbe,itwasperfectlyclearthattherewasnopossibleuseinmyresisting,andthatIcouldonlywaittoseewhatmightbefall。”Fornearlytwohourswedrovewithoutmyhavingtheleastclueastowhereweweregoing。Sometimestherattleofthestonestoldofapavedcauseway,andatothersoursmooth,silentcoursesuggestedasphalt;
  but,savebythisvariationinsound,therewasnothingatallwhichcouldintheremotestwayhelpmetoformaguessastowherewewere。Thepaperovereachwindowwasimpenetrabletolight,andabluecurtainwasdrawnacrosstheglassworkinfront。Itwasaquarter-pastsevenwhenweleftPallMall,andmywatchshowedmethatitwastenminutestoninewhenweatlastcametoastandstill。Mycompanionletdownthewindow,andIcaughtaglimpseofalow,archeddoorwaywithalampburningaboveit。AsIwashurriedfromthecarriageitswungopen,andIfoundmyselfinsidethehouse,withavagueimpressionofalawnandtreesoneachsideofmeasIentered。
  Whetherthesewereprivategrounds,however,orbona-fidecountrywasmorethanIcouldpossiblyventuretosay。”Therewasacoloredgas-lampinsidewhichwasturnedsolowthatIcouldseelittlesavethatthehallwasofsomesizeandhungwithpictures。InthedimlightIcouldmakeoutthatthepersonwhohadopenedthedoorwasasmall,mean-looking,middle-agedmanwithroundedshoulders。Asheturnedtowardsustheglintofthelightshowedmethathewaswearingglasses。”’IsthisMr。Melas,Harold?’saidhe。”’Yes。’”’Welldone,welldone!Noill-will,Mr。Melas,I
  hope,butwecouldnotgetonwithoutyou。Ifyoudealfairwithusyou’llnotregretit,butifyoutryanytricks,Godhelpyou!’Hespokeinanervous,jerkyfashion,andwithlittlegigglinglaughsinbetween,butsomehowheimpressedmewithfearmorethantheother。”’Whatdoyouwantwithme?’Iasked。”’OnlytoaskafewquestionsofaGreekgentlemanwhoisvisitingus,andtoletushavetheanswers。Butsaynomorethanyouaretoldtosay,or——’herecamethenervousgiggleagain——’youhadbetterneverhavebeenborn。’”Ashespokeheopenedadoorandshowedthewayintoaroomwhichappearedtobeveryrichlyfurnished,butagaintheonlylightwasaffordedbyasinglelamphalf-turneddown。Thechamberwascertainlylarge,andthewayinwhichmyfeetsankintothecarpetasI